Chapter 003

At this moment, Ye intended to enter, but upon seeing the situation, he retreated outside. However, he was filled with panic and hesitated whether to immediately return to the Wang residence to report to the young prince and the prince.

However, the man I love is one who understands how to live for himself, not the man who has changed for me. Since he has lost himself, I have also lost my reason to continue loving him. I do not wish to witness the complete destruction of my perfect love. He died simply because he lost himself. I only hope you remember his words: love is the loss of oneself, and so is hate... He died simply because he lost himself. I only hope you remember his words: love is the loss of oneself, and so is hate...

Ren'er, remember the promise you made to your uncle. If you are not intentional, never draw the sword in your hand. Live for yourself, and never live for others. Both your elder brother and I only hope that you do not follow the old path we took.

After finishing his flirtatious remarks, he chuckled softly and said, "What do you think of Ye? You've been visiting me quite often lately, and I've noticed that her gaze towards you seems a bit strange. If you like her, I might as well give her to you." Can Ren gently shook his head in refusal.

Feng Liu secretly noted this remark. Feng Liu was also well acquainted with Uncle Can Ren, and Prince Qin had always held Uncle Can Ren in high regard. Feng Liu believed that anyone who could earn such admiration from Prince Qin must be an extraordinary individual, and he couldn't help but feel a special respect in his heart.

Fengliu observed a hint of barely perceptible disappointment in Ye's expression. His eyes rolled thoughtfully, and he suddenly had an idea. "Ye, a significant incident has occurred at the Canren Mansion. I am unable to spare the time, so you shall go on my behalf to express my intentions."

With a lingering gaze, she coldly scrutinized the woman who intruded with a *picture* book.

The woman coldly said at that moment: "Are you ready?" Only then did the man shift his gaze to her, and with a slight smile, he replied: "I am ready. The only thing I want to say to you is that I deeply regret it, but I know that if I had the chance to do it all over again, I still would not be able to change my original choice"

Canran had never seen a woman as beautiful as this one, nor had he encountered any woman as indifferent as she was. The woman did not spare a glance at Canran, her gaze fixed intently on Canran's uncle

Two servants carefully wiped the bloodstains from their master's body. After a moment, in the tense and anxious waiting, they finally cleaned it up and withdrew. The master, Remnant, angrily said, "Why haven't you called for a doctor yet!" "Ren'er, do not blame them; it was my instruction. You may leave now."

The man, who was originally robust and healthy, now has a pale complexion and appears listless. His breathing is labored, and a strong sense of hatred gradually arises within him

Inside the room, a flash of red light appeared, and a narrow knife plunged directly into the man's heart. The woman released her grip on the knife, gently caressing the man's face, and said in an exceptionally tender tone: "Finally, take a good look at me." As she spoke, she leaned in and kissed the man's lips.

Upon entering the residence of Canren, two servants, with anxious expressions, quietly reported an unexpected incident. Canren's expression changed sharply, and he quickly walked into the mansion

The man let out a strange light laugh, tightly gripping the resilient hand, "Ren'er, Uncle has come to find you. There are things I want to say to you, Uncle's words, I wonder how much you remember." Ren's eyes were filled with tears that could not be suppressed, yet he tried his best to make his voice sound steady, "Uncle's teachings, Ren'er remembers them all!"

The woman paused for a moment, her expression returning to indifference. As if hesitating, she finally spoke: "I do not know whether you understand or not. Since you called his name, I will tell you. I am the only woman he loves at this moment, and he is the only man I have ever loved in my life"

The man was oblivious to the woman's arrival. "Ren'er, live only for yourself. Remember, love is the loss of oneself, and so is hate." Can Ren knelt on both knees before the uncle on the bed and bowed, saying: "Ren'er will remember Uncle's teachings!"

The remnants of resilience trembled uncontrollably throughout her body, her right hand straining to maintain control, as a single thought surged wildly in her mind, "Kill her!" At that moment, the woman's back was completely exposed, each fatal vulnerability expanding in the eyes of the remnant, intensifying the desire to draw her sword and pierce the woman's body.

Looking at my uncle, whose body was still stained with blood that had not been completely washed away, how could my heart not be anxious? I quickly stepped forward to examine the multiple knife wounds on his body, "Uncle? What happened?"

Feng Liu has been unable to go out for over a month. Can Ran Ren has visited Feng Liu several times, but due to the incident at the Seven Fairies Tower, Feng Liu was punished by Prince Qin and has been unable to get out of bed for half a month, let alone venture outside the royal residence.

The long and winding path of the rivers and lakes, the lonely heart of a master... The figure of a woman holding the body of a man gradually vanished within the room

The unyielding and flirtatious path: "Please, don't be so polite; she is merely a concubine. My father will not say anything about it." Canran looked at the flirtatious one, who wore a face full of eagerness, and softly said: "That won't do. What if in the future I have a concubine whom I am particularly fond of? Naturally, I would not be willing to give her to you. If I don't give her to you, you will naturally feel embarrassed to ask me for her later."

The two charming concubines attentively accompany the dashing gentleman at his bedside. Originally, there were three concubines, but one was dismissed by him. The reason was that she spoke ill of him, spreading malicious rumors.

With a playful tone, he said, "You stingy fellow, isn't this clearly telling me not to have designs on your woman in the future?" The resilient one chuckled lightly and replied, "Indeed. My uncle once told me to avoid making women hate me as it could lead to unmanageable troubles. Although I personally do not mind this casual gifting, it nonetheless violates a significant taboo in my uncle's words."

Ye had entered the Wang residence since childhood and was naturally no stranger to Can Ren. The reason she became a favored concubine was due to the inevitability of fate; in fact, Ye had always harbored feelings for Can Ren. In recent days, Can Ren had visited the Wang residence far more frequently than in the past

The body trembled with a lingering resilience, increasingly violently, yet the vision had already become blurred. "Why?" The voice, marked by a quiver, carried an incomprehensible sense of confusion.

The woman paused for a moment and continued, "At this moment, I believe he has found peace. His teachings, you have indeed fulfilled them now." The woman sheathed her sword and embraced the man's corpse. "I will take his body away; only I can give him a proper burial. I hope you remember his words: love is the loss of oneself, and so is hate."

Feng Liu, having taken a concubine, is extremely eager for Can Ren to also have one. However, Can Ren is particularly obedient to her uncle's words and has always maintained strict self-discipline in this regard. Feng Liu cannot help but feel the urge to create some mischief. Although he has failed several times in the past, he remains undeterred. Now, with a great opportunity at hand, Feng Liu certainly will not let it slip by.

Feng Liu has never been someone who easily gives up or becomes discouraged, and Can Ren is fully aware of this. Can Ren nodded in agreement. To refuse would be the greatest harm to Feng Liu, equivalent to losing faith in him. In comparison, the physical blows are truly insignificant when it comes to the psychological impact on Feng Liu.

The dashing gentleman, with a slightly relaxed expression and a steady tone, said: "Understood." The servant bowed and took his leave, turning to exit the room. Upon hearing this, the resilient one did not engage in pleasantries with the dashing guest, stood up, picked up his sword, and was about to leave. At that moment, however, the second wife of the dashing gentleman had just returned, holding two bowls of ginseng soup, and asked, "Are you leaving so soon, Young Master Ren?"

The resilient fists struck fiercely against the hard stone ground, shattering large areas of granite into fragments that scattered in all directions. "Uncle, isn't life the most precious thing..."

The man's gaze, after a final glance at Canren, shifted to the woman before him, gradually dimming. The woman stared at Canren for a while, gently caressing the man's eyes, and spoke softly: "In the end, you did not draw your sword. He should have died long ago. Throughout his life, he never asked anything of anyone, yet at the end, he asked me to let him live a little longer."

When Canran left, he was reprimanded by Fengliu along with Fengliu's scolding.

Ye responded with a sound, leaving with a sense of indifference. Fengliu felt quite pleased, knowing that Canren had not yet taken a concubine, all because Uncle Canren had stated that before reaching the age of fifteen, it was best to avoid matters of romantic involvement.

Without the slightest concern for the injury to his rear, Feng Liu secretly beckoned to Can Ren, and whispered: "When we have some free time in a few days, let us visit the Seven Fairies Pavilion again. This time, we will certainly not fail; I have already summarized the lessons from our previous failure."

Outside the door, the leaves rustled, and at that moment, a shadow appeared, instantly smashing the door into splinters. It darted inside, while several servants with some martial skills, armed with weapons, prepared to pursue. A hoarse voice from within the room declared: "No one is allowed to enter!" Upon hearing this, the servants retreated.

The man showed a look of relief upon hearing this, but his expression quickly turned serious as he spoke: "You should remember my words well. Your path is one that I should not interfere with, but I only hope you can engrave the following words into your very bones. I am where I am today because I wavered; in the end, I could not persist in living for myself."

The woman tilted her head, scrutinizing the tenacity and the sword at the man's waist. Her right hand slowly descended to the hilt of the knife concealed in his heart, exerting force to draw it out. The splattering blood burst forth like fireworks, scattering across the bed and the floor, resembling a painting constructed of blood.

Due to the indulgence in frivolity, each occasion allows for the sight of resilience, which is far from what it used to be. Even when resilience is rare to encounter, there remains no opportunity to witness it.

A servant entered the room with a calm demeanor. The dandy's expression changed, revealing a hint of authority. The newcomer quickly bowed and said: "Your Highness, I report that Young Master Can has visitors at his residence, claiming there is a matter of utmost urgency. Please return to the estate as soon as possible"