Yan Xijun had always been afraid of the cold. This weakness was well-known to everyone in the Jing Wang Fu. Xi'er and Rong Furen took advantage of this weakness, removing her clothes and letting her suffer from the cold wind on this chilly night.

  Look at her, shivering all over. Even her lips were frozen black and purple. Only then was Mrs. Rong satisfied, picking up the teapot and pouring the cold water from it onto Yan Xijun's neck.

  The sky was again fluttering with snowflakes. The weather was bitterly cold. A gust of cold wind blew, and even Madame Rong herself shivered with the chill. She wrapped her clothes tightly around her, gazing at her handiwork with great satisfaction.

  The tea water flowed down Yan Xikun's neck, and in this cold night, the water quickly froze into ice, condensing on her neck and clothes.

  A cold ice pack was stuck to her skin. The icy feeling made her extremely uncomfortable. Yan Xijun clenched her teeth and silently endured the chill that invaded her body.

  "You little wretch. Your bones are quite hard, aren't they? I'd like to see how long you can last." Madam Rong threw away the teapot in her hand and looked at her.

  "How dare you treat me like this? You will soon face retribution." Yan Xijun said viciously, "In the future, I won't let you off."

  "You won't let me off." Mrs. Rong burst out laughing. "Then I'll see if you have the fate to live. Now, I don't want to punish you anymore. I just want your life."

  "What do you want?" Yan Xijun asked in a panic, staring at her. What did she mean? She wanted her life. What was she going to do?

  Madam Rong pushed Yan Xiu Jun to the entrance of the pavilion and laughed strangely, saying: "Whether you can die or not depends on these steps. You say that if you roll down from here, what consequences will it cause?"

  Yan Xijun gazed at the long, winding staircase that extended from the pavilion all the way down. If she really rolled down from here, it would be either death or disability.

  "How is it? Are you afraid?" Mrs. Rong asked her with a smile.

  "Afraid? How would I be afraid of you? Let me advise you, if I don't die, the next one to die will be you." Yan Xijun said coldly to Rong Furen.

  "Hmph. Go die." Madame Rong coldly snorted, casting a glance at Xi'er. The two joined forces and gave one push, sending Yan Xijun tumbling down.

  "Ah." Yan Xijun screamed and closed her eyes as she fell backwards off the stage. Just as she was about to crash onto the steps, a sudden gust of wind swept in, and a dark shadow loomed before her eyes. She was caught around the waist and held by someone.

  As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that it was Chu Yicheng who had saved her. He looked at her tensely and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

  Yan Xijun saw him and felt wronged to the point of tears. It was all because of him that she ended up in such a sorry state, and almost lost her own life for his sake.

  She felt both wronged and indignant in her heart, so angry that she stretched out her hand to punch his chest, venting: "How come you're just arriving now? I almost died just now."

  Chu Yicheng let her vent and also followed her to hit herself, but only tightly hugged her and apologized: "Sorry, sorry."

  Yan Xijun only stopped when she heard his apology, and gradually regained her composure. She felt a chill run down her spine, so cold that she was trembling all over. Chu Yicheng took off his own cloak with one hand and wrapped it tightly around her, then carried her towards the pavilion.

  Rong's wife and Xi'er saw him walking towards them with a cold face, and were immediately frightened pale. They trembled with fear and said: "Prince Wang."

  "Rong Li, I'm asking you what just happened." Chu Yicheng strode up to the pavilion and gazed at Mrs. Rong with a cold expression.

  "Your Highness...this...this..." Madame Rong was so frightened that she knelt down on the ground, stuttering and unable to utter a single coherent sentence. Her heart was racing with tension at this moment. She didn't know when the prince had arrived or how much he had seen.

  Xi'er was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe. She silently prayed in her heart, "Master Wang, please don't take my life."

  Chu Yicheng was about to explode in anger when he suddenly heard the person in his arms say, "I'm cold."

  He held her even tighter, bowed his head and said softly: "Wait a little longer, we'll be back." Then he raised his head to the two kneeling on the ground and said: "You listen to me, Ben Wang. After you arrive at my mansion, explain this matter clearly to me. I need an explanation."

  After giving the order, he hugged Yan Xijun and sprinted towards his own room with a display of lightness kung fu.

  Yan Xijun's body was numb and cold all over. She blankly allowed Chu Yicheng to carry her into the bathtub filled with hot water. It wasn't until his icy hands reached for her collar to help her undress that she came back to her senses.

  "Don't." Yan Xijun grasped his hand and shook her head, not letting him continue.

  Chu Yicheng didn't have any other improper thoughts. He just wanted to help her take off the cold clothes and let her soak in the bath comfortably. Seeing that she was very resistant, he could only loosen his grip and said: "Okay, you can soak slowly here, I'll go out for a while."

  Yan Xijun nodded. Knowing he was going to interrogate Mrs. Rong, she let go of his hand.

  Until he left, Yan Xijun didn't take off her clothes and just soaked in the bathtub like that. The hot water in the tub gradually warmed up her body and mind.

  Chu Yicheng had just come out of the inner chamber when the old steward said to him: "Your Highness, Rong Furen is requesting an audience at the gate."

  "Alright. Let her wait in the side room for me." Chu Yicheng waved his hand and said. He took off the cold clothes on his body, changed into a new set of clothes before heading to the side room.

  As soon as he entered, he was hugged by Mrs. Rong. She sobbed: "Wang Ye......"

  Chu Yicheng heard her crying and became annoyed, pushing her away. He sat down in the chair, looking at her coldly: "Have you thought about how to give me an explanation? What's going on between you and Cai Gongzhu?"

  "Your Highness, I...I just had a small disagreement with Yan Niangzi. We argued at first, and then she got angry and slapped me."

  Mrs. Rong pointed at her cheek and said pitifully to Chu Yicheng, trying to win his sympathy. She wanted to step forward but was afraid of being scolded by him.

  Chu Yicheng gave her a cold glance, picked up the hot tea and slowly took a sip before saying: "You said you were slapped by Yan Niangzi, but I see that she also has injuries on her face, so who did it?"

  Mrs. Rong was shocked. She pointed at Xi Er behind her and said to him, "The wound on Miss Yan's face was inflicted by Xi Er... Yes, it was Xi Er who hit her."

  "Xi'er." Chu Yicheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Xi'er coldly. "Miss Yan's injuries on her face, were they caused by you?"

  Framed by her master without reason, Xi'er was angry but didn't dare to speak out. Seeing her master glaring at her fiercely, she had no choice but to admit: "Your Highness, I was momentarily possessed by a demon and lost my senses, which is why I hit Cai'niang. Now that I've come to my senses, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

  "Spare me? You still have the face to ask for mercy? My people, you also dare to hit? It seems you're tired of living." Chu Yicheng clapped his hands and shouted at the 'gate' outside: "Come on! Take this cheap servant out and give her a good beating. Give her a hundred slaps. Teach her a lesson!"