Chapter 212

When Rong Rong went out, Lu Youning knew that Rong Rong needed someone to protect her, but because Rong Rong said she didn't like people following her, he let Rong Rong go out alone.

He should have been more rational; at least he should have sent someone to secretly follow Rong Rong.

Since his injury, Lu Youning initially let himself wallow in grief and lost faith in life. Then he met Rong Rong and devoted himself entirely to her.

He even lost his thoughts and goals; he became a decaying, withered branch, clinging tightly to Rong Rong and living off her.

How could someone like him be worthy of Rong Rong? He was so insignificant and despicable. He should have strived to become a great tree, protecting Rong Rong beneath his protection, instead of greedily clinging to her and eking out a living.

Lu Youning covered his face in shame, once again sinking into self-loathing.

"Now is not the time for you to give up. I want to see the Great Feng War God who strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies! Find Rong Rong and rescue her!"

Lu Linfeng patted Lu Youning heavily on the shoulder. Lu Youning looked up abruptly and met Lu Linfeng's dark eyes.

Lu Youning was stunned and froze in place, while Lu Linfeng sighed inwardly.

It wasn't that he was particularly magnanimous when it came to matters of love, but rather that he knew Rong Rong currently only had feelings for his elder brother, and only his elder brother could keep Rong Rong in the Zhenguo Marquis's mansion.

If his elder brother doesn't pull himself together, they will lose Rong Rong sooner or later. Heaven knows, he is actually insanely jealous of his elder brother.

Finally, Lu Youning's eyes changed. The confusion, dejection, and inferiority complex all disappeared. The older brother that Lu Linfeng knew and admired had returned.

He couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart, but Lu Linfeng felt that he and Rong Rong seemed to be growing further and further apart.

However, he would not give up easily, and a fierce fighting spirit rose from the bottom of his heart.

The two brothers joined forces, and the entire Zhenguo Marquis's mansion mobilized, seemingly ready to turn the capital upside down in their search for the missing person.

When Rong Rong woke up, it was already morning. She looked around her room, which was decorated in a simple and comfortable style.

Rong Rong was the only one in the room. Her clothes had long been changed into a pink brocade dress, which was much more gorgeous than her original clothes and gave her a different kind of beauty.

Rong Rong got up and pushed open the door, only to find two guards with swords standing at the door.

Before Rong Rong could even take a step, the two men simultaneously stretched out their arms, blocking her path.

“Miss, the master wants you to stay in the room.”

The two men were expressionless, their voices cold and devoid of emotion, like mindless puppets. They were clearly living people, yet they exuded an aura of death. Rong Rong trembled from the coldness of their presence.

The two are living dead in another sense; such beings were collectively known as "dead servants" in ancient times.

Rong Rong carefully examined the two of them and tentatively took a step forward. However, their arms remained motionless, as if they were frozen in place. Even if Rong Rong bumped into them, their arms would not move an inch.

Having realized this, Rong Rong obediently withdrew her foot. She wouldn't want to make a fool of herself, and she also discovered something strange.

That is, both of their eyes were lifeless and blank, like those of blind people.

Rong Rong looked again carefully and finally confirmed that the two were indeed blind.

However, the two men were highly skilled in martial arts and had extremely keen senses of hearing, making it impossible for Rong Rong to sneak out by getting past them.

Helpless, Rong Rong slammed the door shut and angrily sat back on the bed.

Rong Rong stayed there for three days, during which time the master the two guards had mentioned never appeared.

Only one maid would come to Rongrong's room each day to attend to her daily needs and bring her meals.

What's puzzling is that this maid was also blind.

Rong Rong tried to get information out of the maid, but the maid was clearly very warm and considerate to Rong Rong, and Rong Rong could sense that the maid liked her.

But whenever the master behind him is mentioned, the other party immediately falls silent.

After this happened several times, Rongrong stopped talking to the maid. The maid was anxious and tried desperately to please Rongrong, but she refused to mention her mistress.

The maid's silence clearly indicated her extreme fear of the person behind the scenes.

This situation caused Rong Rong's heart to sink deeper and deeper.

I feel like I've fallen into the devil's trap.

Rong Rong sighed softly and began fiddling with the strings of the zither in front of her. There weren't many things in the room, only this zither, which she could use to pass the time.

Although I have experienced several worlds, what I learned is still in my mind.

Rong Rong's slender fingers glided across the strings, and a melodious tune immediately filled the room.

It sounds like a clear mountain spring, tinkling and melodious, or like birdsong in the forest, gentle and lingering.

The beautiful music is like celestial music, which can instantly cleanse one's soul, wash away all worries, and wash away all fatigue.

Concentrating on playing the zither, Rong Rong didn't notice that the door was quietly opened and a tall, imposing man in brocade robes walked in.

The maidservant curtsied to the person, then respectfully left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.

When someone touched Rongrong's shoulder, Rongrong paused, and the music stopped abruptly.

"Why did you stop playing?" A sharp voice rang out from behind him.

Rong Rong suddenly stood up and turned around, dodging the person's hand, and finally saw who it was.

This is a completely different type of person from Lu Youning and Lu Linfeng.

The newcomer was extremely handsome, with striking and defined features that could easily dazzle anyone.

But his handsome appearance is only the least noticeable feature of him.

His imposing aura, heavy pressure, cold and ruthless eyes, and the faint, icy smile at the corner of his mouth were all more striking and memorable than his handsome appearance.

Rong Rong sensed the coldness emanating from the other person at first glance; he was an extremely dangerous person who showed no mercy.

"Who are you?" Rong Rong's eyes were wary, and the hairs on her body stood on end. Rong Rong had a premonition that this person would be difficult to deal with.

The moment she asked the question, the man's eyes darkened instantly, a cold glint in them.

His Highness the Crown Prince, with his handsome appearance and noble status, is always the focus of everyone's attention, no matter when or where.

He and the beauty clearly crossed paths in the corridor of Baiwei Pavilion that day, but the beauty didn't remember him at all, and didn't even have the slightest impression of him.

This caused His Highness the Crown Prince to feel a rare sense of loss.

It was a novel experience, yet one that I didn't really like.

The Crown Prince curled his lips into a smile and leisurely sat down at the table. "Chu Mingze."

Chu, the imperial surname of the Feng Dynasty, this person is the crown prince!

Rong Rong suddenly opened her eyes wide, like a frightened kitten, and asked in a sweet voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Be my woman." The prince's smile deepened, and his usually cold eyes gradually turned fiery.

Even though he had seen the beauty's face before, seeing her again still made his heart pound.

This is a beauty that transcends the mundane and is breathtaking.

It was so beautiful that it drove him crazy.

In the blink of an eye, the prince's gaze became frighteningly intense.

When Rong Rong saw the Crown Prince's change of expression, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt more and more that she had encountered a pervert.