For a moment, Wei Qingge was speechless, her dark eyes brimming with tears, her face flushed with shock and indignation.
"Miss should stay away from other men."
After speaking, Jing Yu glanced at Wei Qingge, who stood frozen, and respectfully retreated, walking towards the courtyard exit.
Wei Qingge's tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks, so angry she could not stop them. The tears soaked through her clothes.
Her heart ached so intensely that she could barely breathe, her expression vacant, as if something within her had shattered.
Hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, she turned, pulling out her whip and cracking it, blocking the path of the departing figure.
"Where is Li Qiongyu?"
Her sharp, angry roar, tinged with undeniable sorrow, made Jing Yu stop in his tracks.
"The young master is waiting for you in Jingyu."
It was the height of autumn, and the sun was fierce.
Wei Qingge rode her horse at a gallop all the way back to the capital.
A torrent of complex emotions surged through her mind, leaving her with no semblance of reason. Her entire face was flushed red with suppressed fury.
Her eyes, as clear and bright as the moon, were now crimson, as if she could kill.
She stormed into Jingyu with imposing momentum.
Within the vast expanse of Jingyu, no one attempted to stop her.
In the arena.
Li Qiongyu stood on a high platform, teasing the mastiffs fighting for food below with pieces of meat.
When Wei Qingge found him, he was clad in a flamboyant red robe, one foot resting on the railing, a smile on his face that was utterly detestable.
"Li Qiongyu!"
Her furious voice echoed from afar, and the soldiers surrounding the arena turned their heads to look.
Li Qiongyu lazily raised his eyes. Suddenly, a flash of light, and his specially made silver whip whistled through the air, striking fiercely towards his forehead.
"Young Master!"
Li Qiongyu moved with spectral speed, dodging the blow with incredible quickness.
The sharp killing intent brushed past his ear, leaving him entirely unharmed.
The crowd drew their swords and surrounded them.
A guard immediately seized Wei Qingge, who was preparing to strike again.
"Let go, let me go—"
Li Qiongyu glanced over, spotting the severed finger clutched tightly in her hand, and raised an eyebrow.
"Release her."
As soon as she was let go, Wei Qingge furiously lashed out with her whip.
Li Qiongyu was unfazed, grabbing the other end of the whip and pulling with all his might.
Wei Qingge cried out in pain as the whip slipped from her grasp. Before she could react, she was ensnared by the whip around her waist and flung towards him, firmly locked in his embrace.
"Qingge, I like your impulsiveness."
His voice, laced with amusement, sounded in her ear.
Wei Qingge, unable to decipher his underlying meaning, struggled desperately.
"Shameless scoundrel! Why did you chop off my cousin's finger?"
Li Qiongyu sneered, his hand encircling her slender waist and pressing her against the railing, his hands bracing on either side, trapping her within his embrace.
Her boneless back pressed against his chest, and through the thin summer fabric, he could feel the curve of her waist, astonishingly soft.
Witnessing this scene, the surrounding guards immediately withdrew.
Wei Qingge's eyes turned red with anger; she couldn't defeat him, and now she was being bullied again.
"Li Qiongyu, he is my cousin. What business is it of yours if we are close? How could you do such an inhuman thing."
"He's a general. If you chop off his finger, how will he hold a sword in the future?"
Li Qiongyu listened to her voice tremble with anger, his expression remained unchanged, a faint smile on his lips.
"Qingqing."
Qingqing?!
"Don't call me that!"
Just as Wei Qingge's angry words fell, the ferocious mastiff below the high platform lunged upwards, nearly reaching her face.
She stumbled back in fright but was held tightly in his embrace, completely unable to move.
"Come, continue."
Li Qiongyu picked up food from the tray held by a maidservant nearby and tossed it into the air.
The mastiff immediately leaped to catch it, devouring it with gusto.
Wei Qingge, "—"
She turned her head, her teeth grinding audibly, "Isn't it called Sky Hound?"
Li Qiongyu lowered his head, "It's been renamed. Qingqing sounds better."
'You—you did this on purpose, naming a dog after me. Are you insane?'
Wei Qingge was almost driven to death by him.
Li Qiongyu lowered his gaze, bending slightly, his face close to hers.
"Get off."
Wei Qingge pushed at him, trying to evade him.
Suddenly, Li Qiongyu grabbed her and forcefully pinned her against the railing of the outer corridor, stepping on it with such strength that the railing vibrated.
Wei Qingge froze in fear and quickly grabbed him.
If she fell, she would be crippled.
Seeing that she had become obedient, Li Qiongyu gripped her waist with one hand, pulling her into his embrace, and lowered his head to cover her lips.
The arena was crowded, and the commotion on the high platform was intense. Everyone stole glances, and upon seeing this, they were all astonished.
Their young master was embracing and kissing a girl passionately in broad daylight.
Yuck~
Wei Qingge's eyes widened as she tried to push him away.
She couldn't move him.
She was so angry that her almond-shaped eyes were glistening with tears, and broken curses spilled from her lips.
Li Qiongyu paid no attention, pressing her down and kissing her.
His peach blossom eyes shone with brilliance, like the sun and the stars.
Their lips and teeth mingled, their ragged breaths filling the air around them.
Wei Qingge was both angry and ashamed, but he held her waist and pinned her struggling limbs, forcing her to bury her face in his embrace and let him kiss her.
"All—are—people—" Seeing the text,
Li Qiongyu paused, glanced down, scooped her up from behind the waist, and headed towards the quiet room behind.
Seizing this opportunity, Wei Qingge immediately kicked out, aiming for his vulnerable spot.
The two on the high platform, mid-kiss, began to struggle. The crowd looked up in astonishment, even the soldiers training nearby stopped their movements and peered in their direction.
However, before she could land a blow, Wei Qingge was forcefully captured by him and taken towards the quiet room.
The quiet room was a small place for storing miscellaneous items, only large enough for three to five people.
As soon as she entered, he pinned her against the wall and forcefully kissed her, tilting her head.
Her skirt was torn open by him and discarded on the floor.
"Li Qiongyu, what madness is this?"
Wei Qingge was frightened by him and desperately pushed him away.
Li Qiongyu pressed down on her waist.
"You want to break off our engagement and marry your cousin?"
"I want to break off the engagement because of what you did. I never said I wanted to marry my cousin. Don't believe rumors. You cut off his finger, and the Yihe County Wang clan will never let this go. Just wait for them to come knocking."
"Psychopath—"
Before Wei Qingge could finish her curse, her lips were again sealed by him, and the kiss became passionate.
She raised her hand to slap him across the face, but he caught it with remarkable speed, using one hand to hold her leg and wrap it around his waist.
Wei Qingge's hands, clasped around his neck, beat and scratched him desperately.
But he showed no sign of stopping, intending to thrust himself inside her.
She was terrified and yanked his hair.
"You're crazy, you're insane—"
Li Qiongyu's movements faltered slightly. He looked at her and withdrew a little.
"Do you still dare to break off the engagement?"