She quickly looked at the furnishings inside the room, then stepped out of the room and looked at the outside environment before confirming that she had not gone to the wrong house.

She walked back inside, annoyed. "May I ask what brings you here so late, Lord Marquis?"

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, then suddenly flicked his wrist, and the gleaming knife in his hand reflected a beam of light that hit Rong Qingqing's face. He asked in a deep voice, "You know it's already late at night, so why are you back so late?"

Rong Qingqing was momentarily blinded by the glint of the sword in his hand and instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes. Hearing his questioning words, she frowned. This guy was really getting more and more involved. But mindful of the knife in his hand, she could only cautiously say, "I'm going to find Yanran to play."

"What's so fun about you two women? And you're out so late!" Xie Jingrun frowned, unable to suppress his dissatisfaction with Shangguan Yanran.

Rong Qingqing's lips twitched. If she didn't play with Yanran, was she supposed to play with him? What kind of talk was that!

And he's a grown man, sitting so casually in her room. Doesn't he feel uncomfortable? Shouldn't he avoid suspicion?

She had no interest in standing there discussing these pointless topics with him, so she raised her hand to cover her mouth, yawned, and said in a tired tone, "My lord, I need to take a bath and rest. If you have no other instructions, you may go back and rest."

Her intention to get rid of him was so obvious that Xie Jingrun could naturally understand it, but he couldn't help but recall the image of her taking a bath last night.

He didn't actually see anything, but the image of the woman's graceful figure reflected on the screen was etched into his mind, and he could never forget it.

He hesitated for a moment before standing up and saying, "What you said last night has all come true."

Rong Qingqing wasn't surprised. "Oh."

Seeing her calm reaction, Xie Jingrun frowned and looked at her scrutinizingly, "Who exactly are you?"

Rong Qingqing's heart skipped a beat, and she forced a smile, saying, "I think I made myself very clear last night. I am Rong Qingqing, and I have no other identity."

Xie Jingrun gripped the hilt of the knife and said calmly, "That would be for the best."

Rong Qingqing smiled, "Don't worry, Lord Marquis."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her indifferently, then, with his hand on his embroidered spring knife, stepped out of the house.

Upon seeing this, Rong Qingqing quickly ran over and slammed the door shut.

"Bang!"

He heard the sound of a door closing behind him, and Xie Jingrun paused, a shadow crossing his handsome face.

What does this brat mean?

She closed the door hastily before he had even gone far. Was she trying to keep him away?

Thinking of this, his handsome face darkened.

Across from her, Xie Jingyi quietly closed the door that had been slightly ajar.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She just saw Xie Jingrun come out of Rong Qingqing's room.

Why did Xie Jingrun come out of Rong Qingqing's room? What did the two of them do inside?

In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone in a room, what good things could they possibly do?

A hint of surprise flashed across her face.

After leaving Rong Qingqing, Xie Jingrun went straight back to his room. However, the moment he opened the door, a chilling murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Who is it?

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly drew his embroidered spring knife.

The icy blade flashed past, and a "crack" sound came from inside the room. Then, with a loud "bang," the bed was shattered into pieces, and two naked women tumbled off the bed to the ground in a disheveled state.