C2 He Was Sent to the Myriad Flower Tower

"Princess Xiangxiang, please be reasonable. You've already marred her appearance. If you blind her too, I won't be able to explain it to His Highness."

Xiangxiang snorted, tempted to lash out, but remembering the other party's notorious temper that echoed across the land, she held back.

"Fine, I won't lay a hand on her, but I'm sending her to the Myriad Flower Tower. At least for ten days."

Lin Feng sighed in resignation. "Only seven days. After that, we have to head back, and she'll need to come with us."

"Alright, seven days it is. Someone, take her to the Myriad Flower Tower and put up a sign: Free for seven days. Anyone, from peddlers to beggars, can come."

"Yes!" someone nearby responded.

Lin Feng frowned slightly but chose not to say more.

Soon, someone approached to escort Lo Li away, but she cast a cool glance at the soldier. He felt as if a blade hovered at his neck, causing him to stop and step back.

He watched as Lo Li turned and walked away, her solitary figure exuding an indescribable aura of pride and defiance.

After a few steps, Lo Li turned back and gave Xiangxiang a deep look. That gaze sent Xiangxiang, who had been so smug, into a chilling abyss, cold sweat breaking out all over her.

"No way, I can't let that woman make it to Ximu alive," Xiangxiang decided almost instantly.

With the execution over, Lin Feng ordered the troops to withdraw, and the crowd slowly dispersed. To them, the royal family being overthrown was just a change of emperors, something they had become accustomed to in these chaotic times. Perhaps the only one who truly cared was the princess, whose face was disfigured and sent to the Myriad Flower Tower.

On the rooftop terrace of the First-grade Residence, a place cool in summer and warm in winter, two distinguished men sat across from each other at a white jade table, steam rising from a pot of tea.

"So, seeing your fiancée treated like that, doesn't it make you want to stand up for her? Her face ruined, sent to the Myriad Flower Tower—she's completely done for. And from what I see, Xiangxiang doesn't plan on letting her leave this city alive," said the handsome man in a blue robe, holding a red plum fan. His fair skin and finely chiseled features, especially his star-like eyes, were captivating.

"What does it matter to me?" replied the man across from him, wearing a mask that hid all his expressions but couldn't conceal his commanding and arrogant presence.

"Regardless, she's your fiancée, and one day she'll be your wife. Remember, when your families arranged the engagement, it was a vow of life and death. Even if she were to pass away, she'd still be laid to rest in your family's mausoleum," the man in the blue shirt remarked casually, though his eyes couldn't hide a hint of schadenfreude.

"I never agreed to it!" the masked man retorted with a cold snort. The air around them seemed to pause, and even the rising steam wavered and twisted from his disdain, taking a while to settle back to normal.

"You didn't agree because you were just a baby then. The whole world witnessed your engagement. They say you're a star descended from the heavens, and she's a phoenix reborn. You two are a match made in heaven," the man in the blue shirt persisted, unwilling to let the matter drop.