Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play
Chapter 64 Love Scent 2

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Love Scent 2

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Fengyu had just stood up when her legs gave out, causing her to collapse onto the floor. Her entire body felt as though countless ants were crawling over it, the unbearable itch driving her to ruthlessly pinch her own arm. The sharp pain momentarily snapped her consciousness back. Struggling to rise, she had barely taken a few steps toward the door when a strong arm suddenly encircled her waist. The overwhelming scent of male hormones hit her, and the man turned her body around to deliver a forceful kiss. Fengyu could see clearly now—it was the Third Prince.

Fengyu turned her head to avoid him, but the Third Prince’s lips landed on the side of her neck, biting her aggressively. Fengyu yelped in pain and tried to push him away, but he scooped her up horizontally and threw her onto the bed. He pressed his entire body against hers, tearing at her robes. Fengyu fought desperately, screaming for help, but the Third Prince grew impatient. Having drunk wine earlier, he was already overheated and had sent his attendant to summon his concubine. The intoxicating fragrance in the chamber engulfed him, burning away his rationality. He mistook the struggling Fengyu for his usually obedient concubine. Overwhelmed by heat and frustration, he slapped Fengyu hard across the face, growling, "Stop moving! Why so difficult? Serve your master properly."

"Third Prince, you’ve got the wrong person!"

The slap intensified Fengyu’s pain. Her weakened limbs were now entirely powerless against the Third Prince’s strength, honed from years of martial training. She realized she had fallen victim to someone’s scheme.

For the first time, Fengyu felt irrational fear. Even when Xie Xun had taken her to face knives and swords at Furong Inn, she had never been so utterly shaken and panicked. Her face was ashen, her eyes red at the corners, a deep desire to resist surging through her body, only to be thwarted by the drug coursing through her veins. Panic and despair gripped her.

If she lost her chastity to the Third Prince, her fate would be sealed in the palace for life. The Third Prince had already torn her blouse, exposing her snow-white skin, which provoked the young man’s beastly instincts. Desperate, Fengyu grabbed the dagger she carried for self-defense and tossed it toward the window, ripping off the coral bracelet from her wrist.

She couldn’t let herself be trapped in the deep palace—it would cost her family and her elder sister everything. No one knew she had been schemed against. The only chance she had was to exchange places with Xie Xun.

Xie Xun was drinking and chatting with Lin Cheng when he suddenly felt the world spin around him. The sensation was eerily familiar—a fleeting weightlessness as though falling from high clouds down into the mortal world. When he opened his eyes, his body felt heavy as lead; he had swapped souls with Fengyu, finding himself disheveled, being molested by someone. With rage and shock boiling within, Xie Xun swung a hard punch at the youth tearing at his robes.

But his state was no better. The seductive fragrance weakened his body and stirred up unbearable heat, leaving an intense urge for physical intimacy. His consciousness floated between lucidity and delirium. Waves of forbidden desire surged through his body like ripples of water. The Third Prince, despite taking the punch, didn’t grow angry. Pressing Xie Xun’s hands down, he leaned in to kiss him. Xie Xun raised his leg to kick him and reached for the dagger strapped to his waist.

Knowing Fengyu always kept a dagger at her side, Xie Xun searched for it but came up empty—the sash around his waist had been undone. The more violent their struggle, the more of the intoxicating fragrance Xie Xun inhaled, nearly driving his body out of his control. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the coral bracelet under the bed, and just as he reached for it, a thought flashed through his mind.

If Fengyu’s soul returned and suffered humiliation...

Before the thought could fully form, the Third Prince, consumed by urgency, began tugging at his skirts. For the first time in his life, the young marquis faced such desecration by a man and barked, "Outrageous!"

Xie Xun tore the golden hairpin from his head and stabbed it toward the Third Prince, but a thread of reason held him back. He realized that killing the Third Prince would spell doom for the Feng Mansion. Instead, he twisted the hairpin and stabbed it deep into Fengyu’s body. The piercing pain overpowered the drug’s effects, snapping Xie Xun into full control. Clamping his legs around the Third Prince’s waist, Xie Xun flipped him over, pinning him down and delivering a punch that sent stars spinning in the prince’s vision.

At the banquet, Fengyu—now in Xie Xun’s body—bolted upright in panic. Lin Cheng asked, "Little Marquis, where are you going?"

"Urgent business!" Fengyu hastily made her way outside, trying to hide any trace of alarm. Once outside the hall, she shouted, "Ying Yi, Nuanyang!"

Ying Yi materialized from the shadows. As Xie Xun’s personal guard, he never let Xie Xun leave his sight under any circumstances. Fengyu grabbed Ying Yi’s arm, urging, "Follow me!"

"Master?"

Fengyu didn’t have the time to explain. Her exceptional memory and talent for calculation made the labyrinthine paths of the inner palace clear to her. As they moved forward, she recounted the situation, leaving Ying Yi stunned. "Third Miss, Ying Yi will go ahead!"

Ying Yi dashed off like the wind. As Xie Xun’s guard, he was intimately familiar with the banquet’s security arrangements, as well as the locations of Emperor Jianming, the Empress, Consort Xie, and the Crown Prince.

Fengyu sprinted to keep up, and they reached the inner chamber one after the other. Ying Yi was first to arrive and found Xie Xun sitting on the bedside, taking deep breaths, looking completely disheveled. His garments were torn beyond recognition, blood stained the skirts, his hair was in shambles, and his neck and shoulders were marked with clear signs of assault. Ying Yi assumed he had taken Fengyu’s place and been defiled. A chill ran down Ying Yi’s spine, almost freezing his soul.

The Third Prince lay unconscious from a blow delivered by Xie Xun. Slowly regaining consciousness, the prince stirred. Xie Xun raised his worn face, his gaze sharp but his voice hoarse and feeble. "Why are you standing there?"

Snapping out of his daze, Ying Yi quickly stepped forward and threw another punch to knock the Third Prince back out cold.

Fengyu, wearing Xie Xun’s face, entered the chamber and was struck by the horrific scene. Her blouse had been completely torn open, exposing her shoulders and chest, her skirt soaked in blood. At that moment, the ground beneath her seemed to crumble—she thought she had arrived too late and lost her chastity. Tears poured from her eyes, her heart a mixture of grievance, fury, and terror.

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Fengyu’s mind.

If she had been violated by the Third Prince, she would be condemned to secluded life in the inner quarters, with death as her only option. Otherwise, she’d bring shame and ruin upon her sister and family. Killing the Third Prince wouldn’t avenge her; it would only spell the extermination of her family. She never sought worldly strife—why did it have to entangle her? From a frail soul nearly lost to death after being kidnapped, she had worked so hard to survive, only to face such a cruel fate. Anguish and hatred surged like a flood, drowning her completely.

Xie Xun’s body was weak and powerless, anger swelling enough to make him want to kill Fengyu. But when he looked at her face—his own face—he saw her staring back at him with a mixture of pity, grievance, and despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks, silent and gut-wrenching.

Ying Yi turned to see Fengyu crying, his emotions roiling as he quickly averted his gaze. In ten years of serving Xie Xun, he had never seen tears in those eyes before. Ying Yi reminded himself repeatedly: It’s the Third Miss, not the master. Forget this sight.

Xie Xun picked up the coral bracelet and slipped it on. Fengyu and Xie Xun swapped back, returning to their own bodies. As Fengyu re-entered her own body, a sharp pain shot through her thigh, deepening her misunderstanding of the situation. She shrank into a corner in terror. Xie Xun wiped away the tears on his face and looked at Fengyu. Her torn clothes exposed skin covered in bite marks and bruises, streaked with blood—it indeed appeared as though she had been assaulted, making her mistake understandable.

Still enraged, Xie Xun offered no explanation. But Fengyu lifted her head to look at him, tears spilling as grief filled her stubborn eyes, a deep despair and grievance etched into their gaze.

Her trembling figure curled up in the corner was pitiful enough to soften Xie Xun’s heart. He removed his cloak and wrapped it around her, his voice gentle and subdued. "He didn’t succeed. Don’t cry."