The Forbidden Revenge
Chapter 4: Marquis Yongping Is Not an Attractive Person

Lu Yuan suddenly opened the door of his room again. Wind and snowstorms blew away the chilly white fine grains, as cold as his current expression.

One hand twisted the end of the clothes that had been shabby and unable to dispel the cold temperature penetrated into his skin. Next to his hand was holding a chopstick that was moldy.

The woman threw the chopsticks into the tree trunk, making it stick not too deep and penetrate the hard willow bark.

The snow covering its leaves fell due to the tremors. The strength and inner strength in his arms were weak, Lu Yuan relied on memory to check his martial skills through a secret technique.

In fact, if Zhao Yue's body was healthy, the chopsticks could have pierced through the tree trunk, pierced through it and caused more severe effects than just vibration.

The two mysterious people who were peering behind the side walls of the residence fell silent. One of them reacted first, smiling in silence.

“Have you eavesdropped enough?” lu Yuan suddenly said. He knew there was someone else watching the drama show just now.

Gong Zichen gave a faint smile, turning it into an expression as cold as the snow in the courtyard. The man then came out of his hiding place with a pseudo-hiding that directed his surprise at Lu Yuan's excellent reflexes.

This woman had a very high sensitivity as if she had been trained on a battlefield for many years.

“I heard that the body of the Third Miss of the Prime Minister's residence has a weak body and often hurts. I don't expect myself to witness this rumored Third Miss having such strong reflexes and sensitivity towards someone's whereabouts.”.

Mo Yunfei, Gong Zichen's subordinate, somewhat trembled as soon as he saw Lu Yuan's figure closer. He saw the woman's eyes glittering sharply like the eyes of an eagle, her expression unusually cold.

So far, only Lu Yuan was ranked the second best cold face owner after his superior, Gong Zichen.

The subordinate saw the chopsticks stuck in the tree. He could see his speed back then, it almost beat the speed of an arrow that was glued from a bow. Lu Yuan threw it easily and lightly, as if the chopsticks were small needles.

With this much power, it was impossible for him to be called weak. Mo Yunfei so imagined how painful it would feel when a smooth palm was suddenly pierced by a sharp hairpin, just like Zhao Lin had experienced just a moment ago.

This woman, it seems very different from what was rumored.

“You, a man, secretly infiltrated the Prime Minister's daughter's residence and eavesdropped on the conversation behind the wall. Bawdy criminals must think twice if you want to do it.”

Gong Zichen extended his smile into his heart.

“I came to visit my own future wife. How can Miss refer to it as infiltrating and eavesdropping then call it a pervert crime?”

“Calon wife?” Lu Yuan frowned. “You Marquis Yongping?”

“Nona very smart.”

Like the destiny of the heavens, this was not a deliberate coincidence. Lu Yuan had never thought that the man standing before him was the Yongping Marquis, Gong Zichen, whom he was about to marry to Zhao Yue as a form of alliance as well as supervision. What he did not think was that this man secretly infiltrated and eavesdropped, then threw an unreasonable excuse.

Lu Yuan scanned his face and appearance at a glance. This man's hair was jet black and straight, looking soft on the surface. The features of his face are firm and have a sturdy jaw, with lips as naturally pink as a woman.

The eyebrows above his eye curvature were black and curved firmly, his eyelashes were pliable with crystal-clear eyeballs. The eye had many meanings that could not be described and read, like it had held many secrets.

Marquis Yongping had been at the border for many years, never setting foot in the capital since Lu Yuan ascended the throne. Lu Yuan did not know exactly his face, as he had only met him once ten years ago at a banquet.

He did not expect Marquis Yongping to have the appearance of a capital scholar, unlike a commanding general who gave up his life on the battlefield and guarded the border.

“I don't want to marry you.”

“Nona wants to break the decree?” Gong Zichen said with a slight grin.

“As you heard, Mr. Marquis. Emperor Yangle had not completed the decree. His edict did not apply without the Emperor's golden seal.”

Gong Zichen pretended to be surprised. Lu Yuan, was completely different from the rumors he had heard.

They said, The Third Miss of the Prime Minister's House is a weak girl and is often bullied by brothers. Emperor Yangle intended to give him a marriage to tie him up, of course he would make sure in advance what his future wife was like.

Instead, it is possible that their presence could be an additional display in his home. Incidentally, the decorations inside his house had been rather worn out lately and he wanted a new display. Only, Gong Zichen did not expect the Emperor to suddenly die a month ago and the imperial palace burned down.

“The word of the late Emperor, because it has been spoken, does not matter whether it is written or not,” said Gong Zichen.

Lu Yuan gave him an intimidating cold look. But, it would be useless on a person like Gong Zichen.

He was a marquis who led the troops at the border, unable to be bully by a woman like her. Moreover, Lu Yuan's identity was already much different.

Marriage is not the goal of his life right now.

“Terlarah. I will not marry you, however. If you want to get married, you can ask the Prime Minister to include Zhao Lin into your residence in my stead.”

“Oh? Should I ask for it? Sounds very interesting. But, like you said, he's not worth it.”

The longer Lu Yuan got sick of talking to Gong Zichen. The cold temperature pierced through his skin that was only covered in thin clothes, his nose instantly flushed red.

He stared fixedly at Gong Zichen and exhaled a rough breath. This Marquis of Yongping, what a pesky person!

“He likes you, you should be glad someone likes you to the point of having to get rid of his competitors, including his own sister. Such a person, more suitable to be the spouse of Mr. Marquis.”

“Ah, it seems quite difficult to convince Third Miss. All right, it's late. Third Miss, let's think carefully, we still have plenty of time to discuss and meet each other.”

Somehow, the two men then disappeared at a very fast speed. Lu Yuan sighed softly, then went back inside his room.

Xiao Tao, who had been behind the door, came at him curiously. He heard all his conversations, but did not dare to come out when he heard the word ‘Marquis Yongping’ from the mouth of his master.

“Nona, is the man who was Marquis Yongping?”

“Ya.”

“Why did Miss say she didn't want to marry him? Although the Emperor's edict was not written, everyone knew about the marriage. Miss remains her fiance despite the unwritten written word of the late Emperor.”

“I don't want to get married. That'sthat's all. When will the Prime Minister return?”

“Maybe tonight.”

Lu Yuan knew Gong Zichen was gone. His meeting with Gong Zichen was already a great shock in his second life.

Gong Zichen, that man, had no impression in his heart. He only knew that Gong Zichen was a gallant military officer and worth watching out for. But, his appearance today had truly broken all the assumptions that formed Gong Zichen's shadow in his mind.

Xiao Tao did not seem satisfied. Third Miss's life has suffered a lot since her mother died and the Prime Minister doesn't love her.

If the edict of the late Emperor Yangle was truly enforced, as cold and cruel as Marquis Yongping was, it would definitely not kill the wife that Emperor Yangle bestowed upon him. At least, the nona still had hope.

“Marquis Yongping is not an interesting person,” Lu Yuan said as if he knew the thoughts of Xiao Tao. The servant girl lowered her head, knowing that her nona really did not want to get married.

Instead, Lu Yuan had Xiao Tao tell him some details of Zhao Yue's life that were necessary. Lu Yuan did not inherit Zhao Yue's memories, he simply occupied her body.

It took some important information for Lu Yuan to want to survive in this residence and devise his revenge plan.

The snow is coming down again. The coldness pierced, Lu Yuan slightly tightened his ugly clothes. Xiao Tao seemed to want to cry.

There's no charcoal in this room. The northern residence had long since been abandoned and the servants had already dared to be insolent. They did not even give charcoal when they clearly knew here was the residence of the Third Miss, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister.

“Do not cry. I won't die from the cold.”