Could Zhang Yu Be a Virgin?

As light and shadow flickered, Xiao Meier's tall figure slowly stepped inside.

She wore a fitted black combat outfit that outlined her graceful curves, giving her an air of competence and crisp efficiency.

Her inky hair was not arranged into an elaborate coiffure, but simply tied high into a ponytail with a black ribbon, hanging neatly down her back.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her expression cold and proud. She was like a frost-edged blade drawn from its sheath, radiating a sharp aura that warned strangers to keep their distance.

She was utterly unlike the Xiao Meier everyone remembered—the one whose every smile and frown dripped with seduction, who always dressed boldly and flamboyantly, as though she wanted to tattoo "soul-hooking, spirit-snatching" across her forehead.

If Xiao Fenghua's "transformation" just now had been terrifying, then Xiao Meier's transformation was downright world-upending!

Xiao Fenghua, Xiao Sheng, and Xiao Yun all stood frozen as if someone had cast a paralysis spell on them, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Xiao Yun and Xiao Sheng stared wide-eyed at each other, each seeing the same confusion and horror in the other's gaze.

Xiao Yun was utterly baffled.

Th-this... is this really my cousin, the one who twists her waist out of shape after taking two steps and can make her voice drip water with how coquettish it is?

Was she subjected to Body Seizure today, or possessed by some righteous swordswoman?

Xiao Sheng was equally speechless.

Madness. Everyone's gone mad!

My sister is wearing a pink dress and pretending to be young, while Sister Meier is wearing black and trying to look cool?

Is today "Capital City's Twin Beauties Swap Roles Day"?

This world is too insane!

Zhang Yu also raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.

He had heard a little about this County Princess from Prince Qi's Estate. Rumor had it that she was a seductive temptress, yet the woman before him... looked every bit like a cold-faced female assassin, or a stern, unsmiling woman general.

Xiao Meier took in everyone's reactions, sneering inwardly, while maintaining that aloof, icy pride that kept people a thousand miles away.

She had not slept a wink last night, carefully studying every piece of information on Zhang Yu—especially every detail of the three years he had crazily groveled at Jiang Luohan's feet.

She had keenly noticed that Jiang Luohan was proud by nature and had always treated Zhang Yu with cold indifference. One could even say she was as icy as frost.

Yet Zhang Yu was wholeheartedly devoted to precisely such a Jiang Luohan, willing to suffer for it and finding sweetness in the bitterness.

This led her to a bold conjecture.

Perhaps Zhang Yu had some peculiar preference—he liked women who ignored him, women as cold as frost!

Thus, she decisively abandoned the Charm Arts she was best at and went the opposite way, crafting a brand-new persona tailor-made for herself: "cold and proud, lofty and solitary, sharp enough to cut."

Naturally, she had prepared two plans.

If Zhang Yu was not interested in this, she would switch back to her "myriad seductive charms" mode at any time depending on the situation, or seek another point of breakthrough.

After all, her level was not something a rookie like Xiao Fenghua, who only knew how to force a pose, could compare to.

Xiao Meier's gaze swept casually over the three still petrified figures of Xiao Fenghua and the others, as though they were no more than air. Then she walked straight up to Zhang Yu with easy poise.

Unlike Xiao Fenghua, she did not twist and squirm, nor did she deliberately humble herself. She merely clasped her fists slightly and said in a cool voice, "I am Xiao Meier, the cousin of these two useless fellows."

She pointed at the bewildered Xiao Yun and Xiao Sheng in the corner, her tone flat, as if she were speaking of two unrelated people.

"Yesterday, I heard that they had offended Young Master Zhang here with their improper conduct, disgracing royal decorum. I have come today to apologize on their behalf."

Xiao Yun: "..."

Xiao Sheng: "..."

The two exchanged a look, seeing helplessness and eye-rolls in each other's eyes.

Again?

Using us as an excuse again.

You two women want to come see Zhang Yu yourselves—couldn't you at least come up with a fresher excuse?

Who did we provoke?

One calls us 'children who don't know better,' and the other says we 'offended the young master.' So the two of us are just your tools for striking up a conversation, huh?

Zhang Yu found the whole scene rather baffling as well.

He set down his book, his gaze moving between Xiao Meier and the two "scapegoat heroes," then said helplessly, "County Princess, you are too courteous. Your younger brothers did nothing so outrageous as to incur heaven's wrath and humanity's resentment. There is no need for your royal family to take turns coming here to apologize."

He truly could not figure it out. One of those two was serving tea and water here with excessive attentiveness, while the other was kneeling in the corner playing dead. How exactly had they "offended" him?

And why were people taking turns coming to apologize?

Yet Xiao Meier looked utterly serious, her expression stern as she said, "Young Master Zhang is magnanimous; that is their good fortune.

"But wrong is wrong. As their elder sister, failing to teach them properly is my responsibility.

"This apology must be made."

Her voice was cool, her expression solemn. Paired with that fitted outfit, she truly cut the figure of someone "impartial as iron, strict in family discipline."

Listening to her grandiose, straight-faced nonsense, Xiao Yun and Xiao Sheng felt goosebumps rise all over their bodies, their stomachs churning.

Sister Mei?

Was this really your persona?

When had you ever lectured us?

When had you ever cared about "royal decorum"?!

Didn't you usually hate these tedious formalities the most and worship "seizing pleasure while it lasts"?