Lost Temper I

"Your Highness, the time has come. We must leave for the imperial palace," A Li said from outside the door. She then slowly pushed it open, seeing that Feng Yao and Lang Huan had already risen from their seats.

Lang Huan walked with Feng Yao to the reception hall, watching as the Princess left with her maids and guards until she disappeared from sight.

After the Eldest Princess left, Lang Huan didn't return to her room immediately. Instead, she wandered through the Princess Mansion, feeling restless.

She searched for Lin Ruochen, wanting to ask if she had told Feng Yao the truth.

But thinking about it… she probably hadn't, right? If she had, Feng Yao would have acted differently since yesterday.

Even after searching everywhere, Lang Huan couldn't find Lin Ruochen. She didn't dare ask anyone, either. Shadow guards were stationed all over the princess's mansion, watching every movement like silent spies. Maybe even the walls had ears.

In the end, Lang Huan decided to return to her room. She tried to calm herself and rest.

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Wooshhh! An arrow shot through the air, landing with precision on a tree, right in the center of Su Qing's courtyard

Zhou An and Zhou Ming, who were deep in discussion with Su Qing, were startled. They quickly approached the arrow and carefully pulled it out. A scroll was tied to its shaft. Zhou An handed it to Su Qing.

She unrolled the letter and read it quickly. The message was from the Princess Mansion—Lang Huan had returned. For a moment, she stood still.

Zhou An and Zhou Ming exchanged glances. Overcome with emotion, they hugged each other tightly, unable to hide their happiness.

Su Qing pressed a hand to her mouth as a single tear slipped down her cheek, followed by another. She quickly wiped them away, but the smile on her face remained.

Earlier, they had been planning a way to find Lang Huan, but now, there was no need.

"I have news, Madam," A Cai said as he hurried over. "A messenger from the north just sent word. The Duke of Huguo will be returning this month."

 Su Qing raised her fingers to massage her temples. Too many things had been kept from the Duke of Huguo. She feared that when he found out, his anger would be uncontrollable. She could only hope that Lang Huan returned home before the Duke did.

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Knock… knock…

The sound of knocking woke Lang Huan from her sleep. Still feeling a little drowsy, she got up and walked to the door. When she opened it, a young woman stood outside, carrying a tray of breakfast.

"Young Master, I'm Qiu Hua. I'm here to serve your breakfast this morning," she said with a warm smile.

Lang Huan gave a small nod and let her in. As Qiu Hua placed the tray on the table, Lang Huan asked, "Where is Her Highness?"

Qiu Hua carefully set the dishes down before replying, "Her Highness hasn't returned since yesterday."

Lang Huan frowned. Since yesterday? Where did Feng Yao go? But before she could ask more, Qiu Hua handed her a warm towel.

"Here you go, Young Master."

Lang Huan took the towel and washed her face. Then, Qiu Hua picked up a robe and moved to help her dress.

She shook her head. "That won't be necessary. I've been taking care of myself since I was a child."

Qiu Hua simply smiled and took a seat.

As Lang Huan ate, the two began chatting. Unlike Lin Ruochen or Qiu Yue, who always seemed formal and serious, Qiu Hua was friendlier and easier to talk to.

Their conversation continued until Lang Huan casually asked, "Lin Ruochen… Is she doing okay? I haven't seen her in a while."

Qiu Hua looked surprised. Her eyes flickered with hesitation, but she remembered that Lang Huan and Lin Ruochen had fallen off a cliff together. It made sense for Young Master to ask. After a brief pause, she finally answered in a low voice, "Ruo Chen was given a new assignment by Her Highness."

Lang Huan nodded slightly, but before she could ask more, Qiu Hua suddenly leaned in and whispered, "She was sent to investigate the mysterious killer who brutally murdered the Second Prince's people in Shang Yue Forest."

Lang Huan had just taken a spoonful of porridge when she choked, coughing violently.

"Slow down, Young Master!" Qiu Hua quickly patted her back and handed her a cup of tea.

Lang Huan took the cup, her hands trembling slightly, and sipped the tea. The mysterious killer? That's me…

She wanted to cry, but no tears came.

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After finishing breakfast, Qiu Hua smiled and said, "Young Master, Her Highness said that you can train with us in the training yard."

Lang Huan nodded, feeling interested. Ever since Master Xuan Kai left, she hadn't trained properly. When they arrived at the training yard, Qiu Hua introduced her to a man standing firmly in the middle of the yard.

"This is Mo Yuan," Qiu Hua said. "A master swordsman recently recruited."

With great pride, Mo Yuan boasted about being the successor of the Moonblade Sect, one of the most famous sword sects. Despite his young age, he had gained the trust of the Eldest Princess and was assigned to train the shadow guards.

Having spent months here, Mo Yuan already knew most of the senior guards under the Eldest Princess. But he had never seen Lang Huan before.

At first, Lang Huan was excited. However, that excitement faded when she realized something—Mo Yuan wasn't interested in teaching her at all. Instead, he seemed to be testing her patience.

Mo Yuan regarded Lang Huan as an unimportant guard of the Princess's Mansion, not worth his attention. Instead of teaching sword techniques, Mo Yuan ordered her to do intense physical training.

"Run fifty laps," he commanded without hesitation.

Lang Huan stood still. The snowfall was getting heavier, and the icy wind bit into her skin. She clenched her fists, holding back the anger bubbling inside her. Just as she was about to respond, the voices of the servants echoed through the training yard.

"Long live Your Highness!"

Everyone immediately dropped to their knees in respect. Lang Huan turned her head and saw Feng Yao walking toward the training yard pavilion. She and Mo Yuan quickly knelt to greet her.

For the first time, Mo Yuan saw the princess in person. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, almost drooling.

Standing beside him, Lang Huan glanced his way and immediately caught the lecherous look on his face. Her chest tightened, emotions surging along with the rising heat in her body.

Before Feng Yao could even tell them to rise, Lang Huan was already on her feet. In one swift motion, she grabbed Mo Yuan's collar and yanked him forward.

Mo Yuan was caught off guard, but before he could react—BAM!—a solid punch landed straight on his face.

The punch sent him stumbling backward, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He felt completely humiliated—getting beaten like this in front of such a beautiful woman.

Furious, Mo Yuan drew his sword and lunged at Lang Huan. But she dodged effortlessly, her movements smooth and precise.

The heat in Lang Huan's body burned stronger, like a fire raging inside her. Her punches and kicks came one after another, forcing Mo Yuan to step back. His body staggered with every hit. He tried to fight back, but each slash of his sword only cut through empty air.

 Standing behind A Li, Lin Ruochen was anxious when she saw a blue light flicker in Lang Huan's eyes. If Lang Huan lost control and turned into a Shura again, the entire Princess Mansion could be overturned. If the truth was exposed, she couldn't imagine the consequences.

Feng Yao sat calmly in her chair, her slender fingers lightly tapping the armrest. Though she wondered why Lang Huan suddenly lost control, a faint smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with interest. She never expected Lang Huan's martial arts to be this impressive.