Volume One, Chapter Four: How Dare You Show Your Face Again?

Page 1/3

What a joke! She was the young mistress of the Leng family, yet she was willing to abandon her status and become a servant for someone else? She knew that in ancient times, crossing social classes was as difficult as scaling the heavens. Moreover, her original master had warned her to stay far away from Prince Ji.

Yan Beiyuan’s sharp gaze scrutinized Leng Yueheng. This woman possessed a radiant face and a captivating figure, yet she had a stubborn nature.

“Your Highness need not feel guilty. It’s merely a mutual exchange of needs,” Leng Yueheng said, fully aware of how fleeting a man’s guilt could be. True equality of power and soul connection were what lasted.

With a carefree stride, Leng Yueheng walked toward the Leng residence like a soldier heading into battle.

Yan Beiyuan’s deep eyes never left her.

“Your Highness, shall we silence her?” A follower named Wuying poked his head out from behind a nearby tree.

“When did you arrive?”

“Just… when you finished,” Wuying stammered, nervously picking at his nose.

Yan Beiyuan shot Wuying a sharp glance.

“Investigate this for me!”

Wuying seemed to ignore the order, happily mumbling to himself. Under the moonlight, two shadows gradually disappeared into the distance.

“Your Highness, I really didn’t see anything!”

“Your Highness, you smiled today.”

“Your Highness, you look quite handsome when you smile.”

“Your Highness, where is your jade pendant?”

“Shut up!”

Leng Yueheng arrived at the northwest corner of the Leng residence, preparing to scale the wall into the courtyard.

“Miss—!”

Page 2/3

A hoarse, low voice called from behind her, drawn out in a way that reminded her of a vengeful spirit from a horror film, sending a chill down her spine.

“It’s me!” It was Madam Zhuang, who had served as the original mistress’s personal nanny since birth. The original mistress had spent more time with this nanny than even with Lady Tian.

“Nanny, scaring people like that might actually kill someone!” Leng Yueheng said, rubbing her chest irritably.

Madam Zhuang recounted everything that had happened in the residence after Yan Beiyuan and the man left.

“Grandmother died? Did I scare her to death?” Leng Yueheng was speechless.

God! Was she going to be wiped out on the very first day of her transmigration? Wasn’t this a disgrace to all transmigrators? Had Prince Ji really left? Did his promises still hold? Mistress, maid — anything would do!

She had planned to claim ignorance, catching both parties in the act. Leng Xuanru, being so mindful of reputation, would likely let the matter drop in the end. As for her reputation, she could slowly clear it up!

But now, the charge of secretly meeting with another man and causing grandmother’s death meant either prison or drowning.

What to do?

Go to the dog prince for help?

No way! She couldn’t spend her life as the dog prince’s mistress, hidden away in the shadows. With this accusation, she would never be legitimized.

Besides, the original mistress’s mother was still in the house. She couldn’t take someone else’s man and abandon his mother—that was beyond her principles!

Pacing back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, Leng Yueheng, as a transmigrator without powers or allies, had only one old nanny. Her mind raced as she struggled for a solution.

Suddenly, a thought struck her: how could the old lady have died from anger? She was always healthy and strong—was she really so fragile?

Based on countless novels she had read, villains arranged elaborate schemes to kill female protagonists.

The mastermind likely planned to catch the lovers red-handed, killing grandmother from shock — that would be plausible. Dying just from seeing a bed? That seemed a bit far-fetched.

Wait! In a mere fourth-rank scholar’s household, who would dare to frame the dog prince?

“Miss, stop pacing! Let’s escape! I have a way to save Lady Tian!” Madam Zhuang was waiting to lead Leng Yueheng away.

Page 3/3

“Nanny, we’re not leaving! I have a plan!” Leng Yueheng said, scaling the wall and entering.

Madam Zhuang, experienced as she was, followed behind, sensing something had changed in her young mistress today.

Ning Huiyuan.

Leng Xuanru was about to send a servant to find Leng Yueheng when she saw her approaching slowly, dressed in pure white, accompanied by Madam Zhuang.

“Father, have you heard the rumors that I met secretly with another man? That I caused grandmother’s death?” Leng Yueheng confronted him directly.

Leng Xuanru was stunned. Was this really his third daughter? He appraised her from head to toe—yes, but the aura she carried felt different, especially her eyes, shining brightly, almost making him unable to meet her gaze.

“Leng Yueheng, how dare you come back!” Leng Yuejiao exploded upon hearing her sister’s return.

Leng Yuejiao was a jealous woman who couldn’t bear the thought of Leng Yueheng being betrothed to Young Master Xiao. Years of envy made her want to attack Leng Yueheng the moment she saw her.

Leng Yueheng didn’t even bother to respond.

She knelt by the bed, bowed her head, and rose without waiting for anyone to speak.

Leng Yuejiao saw this smooth movement and how she didn’t even glance at her—pure disdain! She had a whole list of accusations ready, but Leng Yueheng’s unpredictable behavior was maddening.

Madam Jiang, seeing Leng Yueheng ignore Leng Yuejiao, wept bitterly.

“Master, what use is such a wicked child? Does the Leng family still care about its daughters’ reputation?”

“What’s wrong with me? Mother forbade me from attending grandmother’s birthday. Is it wrong for me to take a walk?”

“You’re just a young lady…”

“I’m a young lady who grew up wild in the countryside!” Leng Yueheng cut off Madam Jiang mercilessly.

“Are you blaming your father?” Madam Jiang glared fiercely at Leng Yueheng.