"You can remember this well, because maybe in the future, I will be the person who sleeps next to you."
With his beautiful fingers, Fu Beiyao picked up a strand of hair by her ear and suddenly leaned closer, blowing on her smooth and delicate cheek.
A warm breath, carrying a faint scent of mint, wafted over, and Rong Shang's face turned cold. She raised her hand and pushed him away.
"Please have some self-respect."
Since it wasn't Fu Jingchen, she naturally wouldn't be polite to him.
"What?" The subtle change in her face caught the man's eye. His dark eyes flickered, and his thin, slightly red lips slowly parted, revealing a seductive and dazzling smile. "I'm not Fu Jingchen. Are you disappointed?"
"Yes." Rong Shang lifted her eyes and glanced at him. "I'm very disappointed."
She turned around and took a step to leave.
A low, faint laugh came from behind him, "Little guy, you've got some character."
"Unfortunately, you may have misjudged him."
Rong Shang didn't speak. She walked towards the courtyard outside the house, where the moonlight cast a soft glow.
Her expression remained indifferent and calm.
One step, two steps, three steps...
A tall, perfectly proportioned man stood in the room, backlit, his gaze following Rong Shang's retreating figure with great interest.
When he counted to the tenth step, there was a commotion outside, and his men had come running out from all directions.
"Halt! Who are you?"
A deep voice came from the right, and Rong Chang paused slightly.
"Mu Yunshu".
Before she could finish speaking, the man inside came out. "She said her name was Mu Yunshu."
Fu Beiyao's voice was somewhat flippant.
Upon seeing the imposing man before them, the burly, tall men around him bowed their heads respectfully, saying, "Tenth Master."
Tenth Master.
Rong Chang heard these words clearly.
It was indeed the Tenth Prince, not the Fourth Prince.
only……
With a furrowed brow, Rong Shang turned around, her cold gaze sweeping over Fu Beiyao's face not far away. "Aren't you and Fourth Master twins?"
"How dare you speak to our Tenth Master like that!"
The man closest to Rong Shang's expression changed, and he raised his hand to tie her up.
To his surprise, the woman in front of him didn't even lift her eyelids, and directly intercepted his hand that was raised in mid-air.
"Uh." The man paused, then spoke again, "You have quite the nerve."
With a slightly displeased expression, Rong Shang turned her head and gave the other person a cold look, saying, "You disturbed me."
"..."
"Heh, hehe."
A seductive laugh emanated from her throat, and Fu Beiyao across from her looked at Rong Shang with a keen interest.
But then his gaze shifted to the man beside her, and a hint of bloodlust flashed in his deep eyes. “Get down. Miss Mu is Fourth Master’s guest. We can’t bully her.”
"Yes, Fourth Master." The man broke free from Rong Shang's grasp and took a step back. "This subordinate deserves to die."
The man in front of me had a face exactly like Fu Jingchen's, but he was the Tenth Master, a person with a personality completely opposite to Fu Jingchen's.
Of course, Rong Shang's question did not receive a response from him. He simply extended his hand and said in a gentlemanly and elegant manner, "Miss Mu, please."
That night, Fu Beiyao let her go.
However, there was one question that Rong Shang couldn't figure out.
In this world, there are many people who look alike, but they are not twins but look like they were made from the same mold, and they may even be brothers who are two or three years apart.
That's really strange.
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