Madam Zhang's eyelids twitched involuntarily: "Sister Qiu is still missing, I'm afraid she's met with misfortune. To deal with Feng Ninghe, we still need to find a way to get rid of Immortal Xu."
With Immortal Xu around, they couldn't touch Feng Ninghe.
Feng Tongtong's eyes brightened as if she'd thought of something, her voice turning excited: "In a few more days, it will be the Hundred Arena Competition. Major sects will also select disciples through the competition. Many people die in the Hundred Arena Competition every year. If Feng Ninghe dies by my hand during the competition, wouldn't it be justified?"
The Hundred Arena was also known as the Arena of Life and Death. Unless one party surrendered, the match would not end.
The younger generation didn't know how to hold back their strength. Even if lives were lost, it would be understandable.
Outsiders were not allowed to interfere until the match ended, or they would be forever barred from participating in the Hundred Arena.
Feng Ninghe was just a useless person who couldn't cultivate. In a one-on-one fight, Feng Tongtong was confident she could kill the wench before she begged for mercy.
Her words successfully made Madam Zhang smile.
After some thought, Madam Zhang nodded: "However, Feng Ninghe is not a fool. She knows she can't beat you, so why would she agree to participate in the Hundred Arena Competition and die for nothing?"
Regarding this, Feng Tongtong chuckled dismissively, a hint of disdain in her eyes: "If I provoke her, she will naturally agree to participate in the Hundred Arena Competition. I'm not worried about that. As long as she participates in the competition and faces me, I will make her blood splatter on the spot!"
"Third Miss, that carriage seems to belong to the First Prince."
Taohua, outside the carriage, noticed something and gently reminded her, lifting a corner of the carriage curtain.
Feng Tongtong followed her gaze and saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion.
Four exquisite paper lanterns hung from the carriage.
Feng Tongtong recognized this carriage; it was indeed Baili Ye's.
Her eyes lit up, and she impatiently jumped out of the carriage, rushing towards the First Prince's carriage with a surge of joy.
As Baili Ye lifted the carriage curtain, he saw a shiny, bald head appear before him.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively lowered the curtain.
Feng Tongtong was beautiful, but this bald head was strangely eerie.
The thought of his fiancée being bald made him feel uneasy.
"Big Brother, First Prince!"
Feng Tongtong impatiently lifted the curtain, her large, expressive eyes blinking as she looked at Baili Ye with watery eyes.
Baili Ye suppressed his emotions and hesitantly pointed at her bald head: "Tongtong, what happened to your hair..."
He had seen Feng Tongtong with beautiful long hair not long ago, and he thought her hair had grown back.
But now, looking at it, there wasn't a single black hair on her bald head.
Not even a tiny stubble.
Mentioning her hair, anger surged in Feng Tongtong's heart.
She quickly got into the carriage and sat beside Baili Ye, pouting her red lips and娇滴滴 (jiāo dī dī - coquettishly) complaining: "Big Brother, First Prince, if it weren't for Feng Ninghe, my hair wouldn't be like this. Strangely, no matter what I do, I can't make my hair grow back..."
"Didn't you have hair before?"
Baili Ye furrowed his brows, feeling an indescribable annoyance.
Feng Tongtong bit her lip aggrievedly, her delicately made-up face showing deep distress: "It was a wig, not real."
Baili Ye was not interested in dwelling on the hair issue and changed the subject: "What exactly happened today? Didn't the plan succeed? Why were you found in Mo Zisang's bed!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
This foolish woman couldn't even handle one thing properly.
He was the First Prince, of noble status, and his fiancée had run into another man's bed.
Once he married Feng Tongtong, this would be his greatest joke. To become Crown Prince and ascend the throne, he couldn't have such a stain on him.
Yet, he needed the Feng family's support and couldn't fall out with them.
Facing his inquiry, Feng Tongtong revealed everything she knew.
She tightly held Baili Ye's arm, her expressive eyes wide, repeatedly emphasizing: "Big Brother, First Prince, I have nothing to do with that Mo Zisang. We both fainted, and when we woke up, we saw a crowd of people."
Baili Ye nodded slowly, his gaze deepening: "I specifically sent someone to stall Immortal Xu. He never left the banquet, so it seems Feng Ninghe had someone assisting her to knock you both out."
Mo Zisang's cultivation was slightly higher than Baili Ye's. It was impossible for Feng Ninghe alone to knock him out.
But who was this person secretly assisting?
"Big Brother, First Prince, I was framed. I am innocent. If our marriage is affected by this matter..."
At this point, Feng Tongtong became even more aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes, her nose turning red.
Baili Ye gently embraced her, softly comforting her: "Tongtong, don't worry. In this life, I will only marry you. Our marriage will not change because of this!"
His deep voice was strong and powerful.
Only then did Feng Tongtong break into a smile, greedily inhaling the man's unique scent.
She didn't notice a hint of coldness silently flitting across Baili Ye's pupils.
Baili Ye tightened his grip on her, his eyes narrowing slightly, his expression chilling.
Once this foolish woman was no longer useful, he would not hesitate to cast Feng Tongtong aside.
His Imperial Consort could not be such an ignorant creature.
When Feng Ninghe returned to the mansion, Madam Zhang, fearing that Feng Ninghe would seize the opportunity to retaliate, punished Feng Tongtong first.
She confined Feng Tongtong to her room to copy scriptures.
Such a punishment was superficial.
She didn't intend to severely punish Feng Tongtong using this incident, as she was still waiting for this pair of scoundrels to marry.
If the situation escalated too much, and Baili Ye refused to marry Feng Tongtong, that would not do.
This perfect match of scoundrels must get married!
That night, the bright moonlight poured down lavishly.
Above the vermilion-lacquered main gate hung a plaque of fine spiritual wood, inscribed with three elegant characters: First Prince's Mansion.
Two figures stealthily infiltrated the First Prince's residence, darting across the rooftops.
"Mo Zisang?"
On the rooftop, Feng Ninghe exclaimed involuntarily as she saw a familiar figure enter a room.
She lightened her footsteps, moved to a rooftop, and carefully pried up a roof tile.
Through the gap in the tile, they clearly saw the scene inside the room.
As soon as Mo Zisang sat down, two scantily clad beauties began to attend to him.
Baili Ye took a sip of tea and slowly said, "Elder Mo, what do you think of these two beauties?"
Mo Zisang was thoroughly enjoying himself, his eyes half-closed, feeling incredibly pleased. He nodded with utmost satisfaction: "They are good, I am very satisfied with these two beauties. It's a pity that I was just a little short of enjoying even better beauties."
Baili Ye knew that Mo Zisang was still thinking of Feng Ninghe.
He quickly smiled: "Even if Feng Ninghe was lucky to escape this time, she may not be so fortunate next time. I wonder, Elder Mo, how will you allocate the disciple spots for the Immortal Sect?"