Murong Feiyan's beautiful eyes widened, and she nearly poured the entire bowl of soup over the wretch's head. Even treating her to a meal had to come with him taking liberties. He really was no good. Still, after spending so much time with him and hearing his shameless, bottomless stream of nonsense, she had gradually grown immune. He could say what he pleased; she would simply pretend she had heard nothing. She stopped responding, protesting his shamelessness with silence.
With no one responding, Hu Xiaotian naturally lost interest in teasing her. Only after they had eaten their fill did he remember that Murong Feiyan had been out all day. "Feiyan, where did you go today?"
Murong Feiyan said, "I made some time to visit that lady confidante of yours."
Hearing that she had visited Le Yao, Hu Xiaotian immediately grew concerned. "How is she? Has she recovered?"
Murong Feiyan nodded. "She has. She asked about you, too. She seemed quite concerned."
Hu Xiaotian chuckled. The thought of the young widow Le Yao set his heart burning. That little widow truly was a peerless beauty.
Murong Feiyan had been watching his expression as she spoke. Seeing him look utterly bewitched, she spat inwardly three times, then said coldly, "Do you know where else I went?"
Hu Xiaotian shook his head.
Murong Feiyan said, "I actually left last night. I went to the grave of Wan Tingguang, the Wan Family's third son."
Hu Xiaotian asked in astonishment, "What did you go there for?" As soon as he asked, he realized her true purpose. Murong Feiyan must have grown suspicious about Wan Tingguang's death and gone to examine his corpse. Something dimly occurred to Hu Xiaotian, and his heart grew heavy.
Murong Feiyan said, "His body was very well preserved. He looked almost