The Night Before the Divorce, She Was Reborn to Before Her Marriage - Chapter 39

Ning Fu’s expression slightly changed, and she couldn’t help but turn to examine Murong. The man’s demeanor was concealed beneath the mask, making it hard to discern, but his eyes were extremely calm and cool, with a hint of playfulness in their placidity.

She looked at him for a moment, then smiled: “Life is full of unexpected turns. You’re right. Perhaps I truly did have a husband in my previous life. However, even if I did have a husband, he might not have been skilled in bedroom matters. Perhaps… he was impotent?”

Murong narrowed his eyes in displeasure, but shielded by the mask, Ning Fu didn’t sense any danger. If the scenes in his dreams were truly projections of the previous life, they would certainly not be as unpleasant as she described; she had been the one who praised her husband the most. Yet now, she was intentionally humiliating him.

“Then are you capable?” Murong counter-asked.

Ning Fu returned the question exactly as asked: “I am your patron. I should be the one asking you that.”

Murong suddenly stopped moving, quietly looking at her. People came and went inside Linglong Terrace. Although Ning Fu was dressed as a man, she was handsome enough, and Murong was equally eye-catching, causing many people to look their way. Even the white-robed man playing the flute looked toward them and paused upon seeing Murong. Murong gave the man a faint glance. The white-robed man’s face went pale, and he hastily withdrew his gaze.

Ning Fu didn’t want to be the focus of attention: “I’ve been delayed for too long today. I should go back.”

Murong looked at her, contemplating for a moment, then seemed to say seriously, “If there’s an opportunity, it’s worth a try.”

It wasn’t until Ning Fu returned to her bamboo courtyard that she realized what he meant. She had asked him if he was capable, and he said they could try to see if he was capable. Ning Fu had assumed he would be too embarrassed to answer, as the men in Linglong Terrace were mostly submissive in nature, so capability didn’t matter much. She hadn’t expected this reaction. Although Murong spoke this way, he was clearly a man of strict rules, not even touching her hand. While in a pleasure district, they might not sell their bodies, crossing boundaries was common, and kissing in public was a frequent sight.

After this second meeting, Ning Fu became cautious, suspecting that Murong’s identity was not as simple as it seemed.

“Miss, please, don’t get close to that Murong again. I think he clearly wants to eat you,” Dong Zhu felt Murong was very aggressive and wanted to seduce her young mistress, but being a young girl herself, she didn’t realize the sexual implications of his words. Ning Fu couldn’t help but blush hearing her words, but she decided she should avoid him next time.

She looked at the blue and white porcelain bottle in her hand. Since she had obtained the Jade Hibiscus antidote, it was best to deliver it to Zong Si as soon as possible. Ning Fu recalled his conversation with Cheng Shuang that day. With the antidote now in hand, her task for Zong Si was complete, and some things needed to be clarified to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

When she arrived at Qingtian Pavilion, Fu Jiahui was nowhere to be seen. Zong Si was already there. Hearing footsteps, he merely looked up and then continued reading the documents in his hand.

Ning Fu placed the Jade Hibiscus antidote on the desk in front of him and said, “Divine Doctor Mu told me that if this antidote is used for a righteous purpose, I need not offer him recompense, but if it is used to harm someone, he will not help again.”

“In your opinion, where will I use it?” Zong Si asked.

“That is the Heir Apparent’s business. I have no right to interfere, nor do I need to know.” As for Divine Doctor Mu giving her the antidote this time, it might not have been purely out of benevolence; it was more likely a test to find out who truly wanted the Jade Hibiscus antidote.

Zong Si didn’t press the matter, only glancing at the pastries on the table and saying faintly: “Miss Fu prepared them.” The desk was adorned with expensive snacks. Aside from when Zong Ning was present, when had such things ever appeared around Zong Si? If he hadn’t mentioned it, how could Fu Jiahui be so bold as to send these snacks? Accepting favors often makes one feel indebted. This might be a trap, and Zong Si’s conversation with Cheng Shuang the other day clearly showed he didn’t mind taking her as a concubine. His dislike of her, combined with his intention to take her as a concubine, was truly baffling. Could there be something about her that he could exploit?

Ning Fu grew wary. After thinking, she said, “I have found Divine Doctor Mu for the Heir Apparent and obtained the Jade Hibiscus antidote. I will not come to Qingtian Pavilion again in the future.” The matter was concluded, and there was no longer any need for the two of them to meet.