Yu Xiaoheng: I Am a Weak, Kind-Hearted Young Lord with No Real Power

The girl in the dungeon was Rou'er.

The once pretty pink dress she wore was now stained with dust and bits of grass, making her look somewhat bedraggled.

Her signature scorpion braid had also come loose, with several strands of hair clinging to her smooth forehead.

Even so, it could not conceal her peerless beauty.

Her face was no bigger than a palm, her skin so fair it was nearly translucent, glowing with a gentle radiance beneath the firelight.

Her long lashes were like butterfly wings, casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids.

Even while unconscious, the girl remained extraordinarily alluring.

In the darkness, the girl's eyelashes trembled.

Rou'er opened her eyes.

Before her were flickering, dim firelight and cold, hard stone walls.

The unfamiliar surroundings made her heart tighten as memories flooded back like a tide.

The Star Dou Great Forest... that boy... and that mad pack of soul masters behind him...

She had been captured.

Rou'er's first move was to instinctively slip her slender hand into her collar.

Her fingertips touched a dried leaf.

It was still there.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

This was the herb she used to conceal the aura of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. As long as it remained, the soul masters would not be able to see through her true form.

Once she had steadied herself, boundless resentment surged up within her.

That so-called... "Young Lord"!

He had totally screwed her over!

If it had not been for him, how could she have ended up like this?!

Rou'er clenched her pearly teeth, her delicate face—enough to inspire pity in anyone—filled with murderous fury.

"I'm going to toy you to death!"

Her teeth itched with hatred.

But she knew that in a direct confrontation, she was no match for this sect.

Yet she had other advantages.

Charm Power was an innate gift of the Soft Bone Rabbit clan.

Combined with the experience of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, even though she had rarely left the Star Dou Great Forest, she possessed absolute confidence.

Wouldn't bewitching some little brat and making him completely infatuated with her be easy as pie?

First, she would deceive him into falling for her, make him obsess over her and love her beyond escape.

Then, she would use his fortune and his sect's resources to cultivate herself to success.

When that day came...

She would simply walk away, leaving him to regret it for the rest of his life and suffer for the rest of his life!

She would make him never forget her!

That would be her greatest revenge against him.

As for taking his life...

Rou'er had never considered that.

The worst malice she harbored was merely to make that hateful boy heartbroken beyond measure.

Just as she was plotting how to carry out her grand revenge, the voices of two young men came from outside the cell.

"Hey, how do you think the sect will deal with her?"

"She's really pretty. How about... selling her to a brothel? She'd fetch a good price for sure."

Another voice rang out, carrying a trace of lecherousness.

"What a waste to sell her! Why don't us brothers have some fun with her first?"

"Anyway, she's an assassin who tried to kill the Young Lord. If she dies, she deserves it!"

The first man sounded somewhat hesitant. "But... we can't be sure she's really an assassin, can we?"

"Heh, what's there to be unsure about? She ran into us. Whatever we say she is, that's what she is!"

The man spoke carelessly.

"Here, we can play with her however we want!"

Boom!

Those filthy words exploded beside Rou'er's ears like bolts of thunder.

Her face instantly turned pale, then green.

She had been thinking about how to toy with that high-and-mighty Young Lord.

Yet before she had even met him, she was about to be violated by these two filthy guards!

Overwhelming fear and humiliation instantly seized her heart.

She trembled from head to toe in terror.

What should she do?

What should she do?!

Just then, the voices outside abruptly stopped.

Footsteps sounded.

A figure appeared outside the cell door.

He was a tall, upright youth who nodded at the two guards.

The two guards immediately bowed in salute and respectfully withdrew.

The youth opened the cell door and walked in.

The firelight illuminated his face.

Clear brows, a straight nose—it was precisely the face Rou'er hated to the bone.

That what's-his-name!

The Young Lord!

Inside the dungeon, an almost imperceptible aura silently wound around Yu Xiaoheng before quietly fading away.

In the distant darkness, Yu Yuanzhen's figure flashed past and vanished.

He had come only to make sure nothing went wrong.

Yu Xiaoheng entered the cell, looked at the terrified girl curled up in the corner, and said:

"You two head out first. I'll see what's going on with this woman."

But Rou'er's eyes instantly lit up.

A chance to survive from certain death!

The fear from moments ago was immediately thrown to the back of her mind, replaced by an even stronger desire for revenge.

Since he was here, perfect!

She would use her charm abilities to win him over first!

She would deceive him into trusting her, then use him to escape!

She had to take brutal revenge on him and make him heartbroken over her!

Though that was what she thought, Rou'er's face had already taken on a completely different expression.

The murderous fury in her eyes faded, replaced with panic and helplessness.

She slightly raised her head and looked timidly at Yu Xiaoheng with those shimmering, watery eyes. Her pearly teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her body trembled faintly as she perfectly played the part of a helpless, fragile girl.

First, she would awaken his sympathy.

Then, she would carry out her plan step by step.

However, Yu Xiaoheng's next action completely exceeded her expectations.

He strode quickly before her and, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed her hand.

Rou'er's entire body stiffened.

He... what was he doing?

Before she could react, Yu Xiaoheng lowered his voice and spoke in an urgent yet concerned tone:

"Are you all right? Come with me. I'll get you out of here."

"Get... get me out of here?"

Rou'er was completely dumbfounded, her face filled with confusion.

What was going on?

When Yu Xiaoheng saw that she was not moving, a trace of anxiety appeared on his face as he hurriedly explained:

"I know you don't seem malicious, but as the Young Lord, I actually don't have any real power."

"I can't get a word in regarding family matters. They can do whatever they want to you."

"I really can't bear to see you..."

He paused there, unease and guilt flashing across his face.

"I've decided to let you go."

Rou'er froze.

She asked cautiously, "Could it be... you're going to secretly let me go?"

"No, no!"

Yu Xiaoheng immediately waved his hands, vehemently denying it.

"There's no such thing as 'secretly'! I'm the Young Lord. If I want to let you go, then I can let you go!"

His tone was forceful, but his eyes kept darting away.

Who was Rou'er?

With the insight of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she had long mastered the art of reading people.

At a glance, she saw through the boy's "pretense."

He was feeling guilty!

Rou'er's heart stirred, and she pressed further. "You must be secretly letting me go. Then what will happen to you? What if your family finds out?"

"It's nothing."

Yu Xiaoheng turned his head away and spoke as if unconcerned.

"I... am the Young Lord. If I let you go, then I let you go."