C6 Who Are You?

A cool breeze brushed against Su Ranxi's face, her hair tickling her cheeks.

The man in front of her sat on a horse, dressed in riding gear, reins in hand, his chin lifted with an air of arrogance. The backlight obscured his expression, but Su Ranxi was certain Feng Muhan was watching her with that superior, commanding gaze of his.

Beside him, the butler looked at the girl in front of him with astonishment. Yes, a girl. She appeared quite young, with a hint of baby fat on her cheeks and large, doe-like eyes that sparkled like gems. Her slightly wavy black hair was tousled by the wind, adding a touch of lazy elegance to her demeanor.

Her altered maid outfit resembled a uniquely styled dress, with white lace delicately framing her collarbone. The skirt's hem, with strips of lace torn away, fluttered in the breeze, revealing her long, slender legs.

In the bright sunlight, she stood there simply, her expression serene and calm, the grassland behind her swirling in the wind, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.

However...

Her boldness was astonishing. Not only had she altered her uniform without permission, but she also didn't bow or greet the young master, instead meeting his gaze directly.

Such a beautiful girl, what a shame.

Not only the butler, but also the maids and others around the stables were secretly watching, feeling a sense of pity for Ranxi.

It was then they noticed, to their shock, that the young master, who hadn't smiled in months, had the corners of his lips slightly upturned. Yet, his smile was more terrifying than his usual stern expression.

Muhan dismounted and walked slowly toward Ranxi. Each step, though silent, felt like a heavy blow to her heart.

He stopped in front of her, towering nearly a head above, like a mountain blocking out the light of the world.

In the fading light, Ranxi could see his perfectly chiseled features. Words like "sculpted" and "artistic" seemed inadequate to describe the stunning impression he made on her.

Yet, there was a tinge of regret.

Such a perfect exterior, yet inside was the soul of a madman.

"Your name."

It wasn't a question, but an undeniable command that pierced the soul, demanding an answer.

But Ranxi replied with three words: "I don't know."

She truly didn't know. Her memory began from the moment she sat on the auction stage; everything before that was a blank. She herself wanted to know who she was.

Muhan leaned forward, his presence suffocating, his dark blue eyes burning with a cold fire.

He kept pondering a question: What would the little wildcat be like when she woke up?

So far, there were only three possibilities.

First, she might cry and beg to leave. Second, she might try to please and submit. Third, she might foolishly seek revenge.

But clearly, the person in front of him was none of these. She was calm and quiet, so quiet that it made him suspicious...

"Take her to the Punishment Palace."

Punishment Palace?

Su Ranxi was puzzled, but a glance at the terrified maid behind her made it clear... the Punishment Palace.

Two stable maids roughly grabbed her arms, and in that moment, Su Ranxi caught the satisfaction in their eyes, as if they were settling a score.

It was their first meeting; how had she offended them?

With swift movements, Su Ranxi shook off the two maids. There were two sharp 'crack' sounds as she dislocated their arms, leaving them hanging uselessly at their sides.