Second Prince

Lang Huan sat in front of the bronze mirror, slowly combing her hair. Should I use myself as bait to lure the tiger? But then, she reconsidered—wouldn't it be ridiculous if she suddenly asked Su Qing to lend her women's clothing? Or what if she ended up looking too much like a real woman, making everyone doubt her identity? Hiss… What should I do?

After tying her hair into a top knot and securing a ruby forehead ribbon, she stepped into the garden, hoping to find inspiration. Where can I find a woman to use as bait? She thought for a moment. Su Qing? No, that's too dangerous… It's better to sacrifice myself.

Just as she was lost in thought, a playful voice drifted through the air. Curious, she peeked through the leaves—and her eyes widened. There, among the flowers, Zhou Xun was dancing and singing.

With his delicate eyebrows, plump lips, and a slender, charming figure like flowing water, Zhou Xun looked almost perfect. If Lang Huan hadn't looked closely, she wouldn't have noticed the faint Adam's apple on his neck. And if he shaved that thin mustache… he would look flawless.

Lang Huan clapped her hands. Startled, Zhou Xun jumped, his reaction so delicate and coquettish—just like a courtesan.

A wicked idea popped into Lang Huan's mind. She smirked and put on the face of a wretched old uncle. "Hehe, what are you doing?"

Zhou Xun's eyes widened in fear. He quickly crossed his arms over his chest. "Young Master… please don't come any closer." His voice shook as if he were a helpless woman in danger.

But then, as if resigning himself to fate, he shut his eyes and accepted his "doom."

Lang Huan smacked her forehead. "What the hell are you thinking?"

Zhou Xun slowly opened his eyes, his expression dramatic, as if he were about to cry. "Young Master, I already have a lover. I can't accept your love."

Hearing this, Lang Huan felt a wave of disgust. She almost slapped his face. "I don't like men! I already know about you and Wang Hu's affair."

Lang Huan explained her plan to Zhou Xun that she wanted to disguise him as a woman to catch the kidnappers.

Zhou Xun agreed to help, knowing that this was the only way to stop the culprit and save the kidnapped victims. He was ready to follow through with her plan.

Lang Huan borrowed all the makeup and women's clothes from Su Qing. She offered to help, but Lang Huan insisted she could do it herself. Su Qing just laughed, not entirely convinced by her skill.

With a playful smirk, Lang Huan pulled Zhou Xun onto a stool. "Sit down," she said, dipping a blade into warm water before carefully shaving off his thin mustache. Zhou Xun scrunched his nose but didn't move, watching nervously as Lang Huan worked with steady hands.

Once his face was smooth, Lang Huan picked up a small box of rouge and lightly dabbed it onto his cheeks and lips, giving him a natural, healthy flush. Next, she took a fine brush and shaped his eyebrows into an elegant arch. "Not bad," she muttered, tilting her head to check her work. Finally, she applied a bit of lip balm, making his lips soft and glossy.

Satisfied with the makeup, she grabbed a set of embroidered silk robes and handed them to him. "Put this on."

Zhou Xun hesitated but slowly changed into the outfit. Meanwhile, Lang Huan searched through a jewelry box and picked out a delicate hairpin with dangling pearls and a few golden hair ornaments. She stepped closer and arranged his hair, carefully securing the accessories in place.

Taking a step back, she admired her work. With the soft glow of makeup and elegant hair decorations, Zhou Xun looked surprisingly convincing.

A slow, satisfied grin spread across Lang Huan's face. "Perfect. No one will ever suspect."

"DangDangDangDang…" Lang Huan proudly presented her masterpiece to Su Qing and the others.

Zhou Xun, who had been lowering his head in embarrassment, slowly lifted his face. Su Qing and the others were baffled. Zhou Xun was... stunning. Beautiful, like a delicate flower. With the elegant clothing and accessories, he now looked just like a young lady from a wealthy family. 

Su Qing was completely surprised—Lang Huan's skills were even better than hers. She was confused about how Lang Huan, who was a man, could be so skilled at makeup.

But She still felt uneasy about Lang Huan's plan. "Are you sure this will work? This is very dangerous."

Lang Huan chose to go ahead with the plan rather than just sit and do nothing. All the Elite Forces who had been gathering information outside had already been called back for their next, more important mission.

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Meanwhile, in a luxurious villa…

"Hahahaha." A tall, burly man let out a lewd laugh as he looked at the terrified women locked inside a large room.

The six women were the latest victims of recent kidnappings, including Qing Meier.

"Brother, is His Highness coming today?" asked a scar-faced man beside him.

The burly man smirked, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "His Highness will enjoy one of the lucky chosen girls," he said. "After that, she'll be sold to the Yan Kingdom for a high price."

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and the room fell dead silent. The men who had been chatting and laughing just moments ago immediately stiffened before dropping to their knees.

A tall, handsome man entered the room, dressed in elegant robes embroidered with gold. His sharp features and cold eyes gave him an air of authority.

Second Prince, Feng Tianhao lived for pleasure and didn't care about right or wrong. To the outside world, he was a refined scholar, praised for his writings on loyalty and devotion to the Great Qi. No one would ever suspect that the noble and talented prince was actually the mastermind behind women trafficking.

These women were well-educated, graceful, and trained in music, poetry, and etiquette. To Feng Tianhao, that made them even more valuable. he was creating an exclusive, high-class women trafficking where the elite could indulge in women of status and refinement.

With a wicked smirk, he stepped forward, his eyes scanning the trembling women. One by one, he grabbed their chins, forcing them to look at him.

"Hahaha," he laughed obscenely, licking his lips. "One of you will have the honor of serving me."

His gaze landed on Qing Meier, dark with lust.

A few years ago, Feng Tianhao had visited Yunxiang Tower and set his sights on her. But she rejected him again and again. So, he didn't have the opportunity to take advantage of her.

Today, he would make her pay for her humiliation. "Bring her to my room." 

Qing Meier was dragged away by the burly men, struggling as they forced her into Feng Tianhao's bedroom.

Feng Tianhao had drunk too much wine—mixed with a powerful tiger essence given by Physician Wang, making him even more aggressive.

He stepped forward, grabbed Qing Meier's arm, and forced her head down as he kissed her roughly. "Haha, your beautiful face has haunted me for years. All I ever think about is you. Now, let's experience heaven together," he panted heavily.

Feng Tianhao pinned her hands down, making it impossible for her to fight back. He tore off Qing Meier's clothes and exposing her smooth skin.

"No… Let me go!" she screamed, her eyes burning with hatred. She would rather die than submit to him.

She looked down and saw him untying his belt, ready to take what he wanted. Without hesitation, she lifted her knee and kicked his lower body hard.

A sharp cry of pain filled the room as Feng Tianhao was sent flying backward, crashing onto the floor several meters away. Qing Meier grabbed a nearby vase, aiming for his head, but missed—smashing it against the table instead, sending shards of porcelain everywhere.

Feng Tianhao stared at her in shock, his face pale. He had never expected this delicate woman to be so strong.

A sharp pain spread through his lower body, and when he looked down, it was bleeding. A scream tore from his throat before he fainted.

Qing Meier panicked, afraid that Feng Tianhao might be dead. She quickly checked his breathing—he was still alive.

Letting out a shaky breath, Qing Meier hurriedly called for help.

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Feng Tianhao's face was pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. Panicked, he turned to Physician Wang. "Is it okay?" he asked anxiously.

Physician Wang, an elderly woman, smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Your Highness. As long as you continue taking my Tiger Essence, your stamina and lower body will return to normal."

But... after drinking the Tiger Essence for the past month, I've been feeling exhausted and weak," his voice laced with concern.

Physician Wang let out a sinister laugh. "That's because your desires are too strong. It's a normal side effect," she said smoothly. "But after three months of consuming it, I guarantee you'll feel more energetic and last even longer."

 She leaned in slightly, her voice turning serious. "However, since you're injured, you must control yourself for at least a month until the bleeding stops. Unless, of course, you want to suffer from permanent dysfunction."

Feng Tianhao swallowed hard at the word dysfunction. He was furious at Qing Meier, but the intense pain in his lower body was so overwhelming that he couldn't even think clearly.