A thousand thoughts flashed through Luo Huanghun’s mind in an instant, but her gaze finally settled on the room where Murong Feng was resting.
If this really was unfinished karma, then where did it begin? And where would it end?
She lowered her eyes, remembering the man who had unhesitatingly shielded her in moments of danger, and her heart grew restless for a moment.
If there was anywhere the Prime Minister’s power could not reach, it was surely Baima Temple.
Baima Temple was renowned since the previous dynasty, independent of all political factions, and no one could lay a hand on it.
During their time recuperating there, Murong Feng’s network of informants never stopped bringing news.
It was clear how dangerous the situation was now—the Prime Minister would never allow such a threat to linger, and with Luo Huanghun missing, the Luo family was slowly slipping from his grasp as well.
What was even stranger was that Ren Jingsi hadn’t come looking for her, not even after the incident at court when Luo Huanghun had firmly rejected him.
Luo Huanghun felt uneasy. She sent word of everything that had happened recently to the Luo family through Murong Feng’s network.
She didn’t dare gamble on Ren Jingsi’s or the Ren family’s intentions—she had to make her own plans.
Luo Huanghun’s disappearance was a perfect opportunity. After all, what happened at the royal hunt—Ren Jingsi favoring Li Linger and pushing Luo Huanghun aside—had been witnessed by more than one person.
If Luo Huanghun refused to tolerate it, how could the Luo family allow their daughter to be treated that way?
A scholar’s words and pen are weapons. The story of Ren Jingsi and the Ren family mistreating Luo Huanghun, causing her to return home and then go missing, soon spread throughout the capital, becoming a laughingstock.
The Prime Minister could not silence the rumors, nor could he force his own son to die. He could only watch as his reputation declined, and in the end, he beat Ren Jingsi and locked him up.
When Luo Huanghun heard this, her feelings were complicated.
In her previous life, there had never been such a rift between father and son in the Ren family. What was Ren Jingsi really thinking?
Murong Feng never seemed to take Ren Jingsi seriously. Reading the latest report, he said, “This is just the beginning. If they couldn’t kill me, they’ve already lost.”
Looking at him, Luo Huanghun felt a surge of emotion. With Murong Feng’s spirit, it was no wonder even Heaven had given him another chance after such an unjust death in their past life.
Suddenly, a large hand took hers, and Murong Feng pulled her into his embrace. “Don’t worry about any of that. You only need to think about one thing.”
Luo Huanghun: “Hm? What thing?”
He could always tell when she was worried.
Murong Feng chuckled, the vibration in his chest reaching Luo Huanghun’s ears. She’d never been so close to a man before, and her ears slowly turned red.
“My promise to give myself to you.”
“Will you ever stop?!” Luo Huanghun couldn’t take it anymore. She tried to hit him, but Murong Feng caught her wrist and pulled her closer.
He kissed her lightly on the lips. “I’m serious. Not joking.”