"Chen Zihang, give the princess back to me."
The next day, when Chen Zihang returned to Qing Xing Courtyard, Hong Luan blocked his way.
When Hong Luan woke that morning, Feng Ruoxue was nowhere to be seen. She searched frantically, turning over every corner she could think of, yet found no trace of Feng Ruoxue.
She guessed that Feng Ruoxue had surely been killed by Chen Zihang.
Feng Ruoxue was the princess of the Izumo Empire, while Chen Zihang belonged to the Chen Family. The two factions were enemies, and Chen Zihang had every motive to kill Feng Ruoxue.
Chen Zihang's pleasant mood that early morning was completely ruined by Hong Luan's shout. His expression gradually turned cold as he watched the wildly flailing Hong Luan charge toward him.
When Hong Luan came closer, Chen Zihang raised his hand and slapped her.
With a sharp smack, even a passing maid was startled. She hurriedly dropped to her knees on the spot, terrified that Chen Zihang's anger might fall upon her as well.
The maid cursed Hong Luan inwardly. Of all things to do early in the morning, she had to provoke Chen Zihang. Everyone knew how terrible Chen Zihang's temper was. Now that he was angry, all the servants were left trembling in fear.
Chen Zihang had never had any habit of not hitting women. He had treated Feng Ruoxue with courtesy only out of consideration for Chen Cheng. But toward a lowly maid, Chen Zihang had no reason to be pleasant.
Chen Zihang was immensely strong. His slap landed heavily on Hong Luan's face, sending her spinning three full circles before she crashed to the ground.
Her face swiftly swelled red. Hong Luan covered it with one hand, and the burning pain made her stare at Chen Zihang in