Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Lu Yeming looked beside him, Ye Ruge had come.

She wore a red dress, her figure curvaceous and very sexy.

“Why is there a footprint on your trousers?”

Ye Ruge quickly bent over, taking out her handkerchief to wipe his trousers clean.

Yeming looked at her without any expression on his face. “You’re done with the fitting?”

Ye Ruge smiled sweetly. “Mm, I’m done. It fits really well, Master Ahma’s couture dresses are the best. Yeming, thank you, I really like them.”

“It’s good that you like them. I have something else to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”

Lu Yeming stretched his legs out to leave the place.

Behind him, Ye Ruge couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. They were getting married soon but he still was so cold towards her.

…

Lu Yeming arrived at the Royals Club and Master Ahma followed behind him. “West Duke, this is the West Duchess’ robe.”

It was a red wedding robe that really was stunning.

Lu Yeming gave it an impassive glance, his gaze landing on a design sketch on the display shelf.

It was a pink gown with an off-shoulder design that showed off a woman’s beautiful collarbones. It was cinched at the waist, the layers of the skirt just like beautiful waves and fully embellished with pearls.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“West Duke, every woman is a princess. This is a princess dress.”

Princess dress?

Compared to the red wedding robe, this princess dress was far more gentle and romantic.

Master Ahma continued explaining, “West Duke, this princess dress design is Jadeite Hall’s treasure. It’s one of a kind and completely hand-made. Even if anyone were to order it now, it would take at least six months of expedited work to have it ready.

“Those who wear wedding robes are considered women while those who wear princess dresses are considered girls. If she’s your princess, you’d want to give her the best in the world and dote on her like she’s your princess. If it’s the case for you, you should consider giving her a princess dress.”

No woman could ever resist this princess dress.

That’s because every woman has this princess side to themselves.

Lu Yeming looked at the sketch, his gaze gentle. “I want to order this.”

“When do you need it ready?” Master Ahma asked.

“Two weeks’ time, on the day of my wedding.”

Master Ahma was stunned. West Duke’s wedding was taking place two weeks later, there would be two brides dressed in red wedding robes. Who exactly was he going to give this princess dress to?

The one who wears a wedding robe would be his woman, while the one who put on the princess dress was his princess.

If you’re a woman, which would you choose? The wedding robe or princess dress?

“West Duke, it’s impossible to get it done in two weeks’ time. The process is complicated and it’s all by hand–”

Before he could even finish his words, Lu Yeming shot him a glance. “Master Ahma, if it can’t be done in two weeks, Jadeite Hall does not deserve to continue operating.”

“…”

Lu Yeming turned around and left.

Master Ahma’s forehead was covered in a cold sweat. Bandit, he was a bandit. He would never be reckoned with.

…

Before Feng Lingxue went back to look for Tang Mo’er and Jun Xiqing, she met someone in the corridor.

A servant of the Jadeite Hall came in front. “Miss, Old Master wants to know how everything is going.”

Feng Lingxue’s heart thumped, she hadn’t forgotten about her mission. Her father, North Duke had passed her a sachet, he wanted her to poison Xuan Ying.

Xuan Ying had just started treating her well and this sweet dream had to be broken so soon.

She had to return to reality.

But she didn’t want to harm Xuan Ying. Deep in her heart, she still loved him.

“Miss, Old Master can’t wait any longer, he’s losing his patience. He wants me to pass you this.” The servant passed her something.

Feng Lingxue lowered her eyes to see, it was a small bunch of hair. The hair was soft and fine, it was cut from a young girl.

Seeing it, Feng Lingxue’s face went pale and she snatched it over from the servant’s hand.

As though she had been pushed into an abyss, she convulsed. Mu Mu, her Mu Mu was suffering…

What was she doing?

She had been enjoying Xuan Ying’s gentleness and forgot about her Mu Mu.

“Miss, Old Master wants you to behave yourself, he’s going to wait for news from you at the North Palace.”

The servant left.

Feng Lingxue stood on the spot, her heart wrenching in pain. With reddened eyes, she pulled the fabric above her chest, wanting to dig her heart out. As long as she dug it out, she would no longer feel the pain.

Why did her father want her to poison Xuan Ying?

She suddenly heard a familiar voice. “Lingxue, why are you here too? What a coincidence.”

Feng Lingxue turned around and Xuan Mu approached her.

“Young Master Xuan,” she greeted him.

Xuan Mu noticed her pale complexion. “Lingxue, are you alright? Brother Ying helped get you out of Ah Jiao’s Room but he didn’t treat you well, making you a slave at the Snow Mountain Residence. I can see that you have gotten more frail. It really breaks my heart.”

“Young Master Mu, thank you. He… actually treats me quite well.”

“Lingxue, don’t lie to yourself. Brother Ying has hoards of beautiful women at his Snow Mountain Residence and our father even picked out General Shi’s daughter, Shi Xiaoxiao for him. Brother Ying hasn’t rejected her. In fact, he even seems to be comfortable with her. You’re not going to have any happy ending with him. When he gets married one day, his only purpose will be for you to pleasure him in bed, that’s all. You’re going to be reliving your mother’s destiny. Is that really what you want?”

Feng Lingxue’s face was as white as a sheet of paper, but she didn’t say anything. “Young Master Xuan, that’s my business and it has nothing to do with you. I’m taking my leave first.”

She turned around to leave.

“Lingxue!” Xuan Mu charged over, hugging Feng Lingxue from the back.

Stunned, Feng Lingxue resisted immediately. “Young Master Xuan, mind your actions. Let go of me now!”

But Xuan Mu hugged Feng Lingxue tightly, her scent smelled so good that he was infatuated.

“Lingxue, don’t you know my feelings for you? The only reason I ever visited Ah Jiao’s Room was to see you. If I don’t see you, I’d get sick. Don’t stay with Brother Ying. I’ll do everything I can to save you, be with me, I’ll marry you and take you as my consort. Even if I do marry another woman and make her Duchess, I will only dote on you.”

The words splashed down on Feng Lingxue like a bucket of frozen water.

Although Feng Lingxue had already left Ah Jiao’s Room, she was once part of them and had been labeled as a ‘promiscuous woman’.

Moreover, she was even the top hostess, there was no way she could become a royal. It was humiliating to marry her. She was never going to become a Duchess with a proper title.

When Xuan Mu suggested making her his consort, it was already considered a great thing.

To go from Ah Jiao’s Room to the Royals, it was akin to hitting the jackpot. It would invite envy from many.

But Feng Lingxue’s gaze turned cold and uninviting. “Young Master Xuan, I’m your younger brother’s woman. Do you really think it’s appropriate for you to be saying such things to me? Hurry up and let go of me, I’ll never get together with you. I don’t like you!”