A lavishly decorated BMW-style fragrance carriage gleamed under the sunlight — its rosewood body, weathered by years of wind, revealed purple-red and chestnut streaks, fine and flowing in pattern, exuding a refreshing natural fragrance.
The windows were inlaid with gold beads, draped with light purple silk curtains, their threads interwoven with gold and silver floral patterns. The red wheels shimmered luxuriously as the carriage moved.
The gilded curtain at the front hung down, blocking outsiders from seeing who sat within.
The roof design was ornate and unique — its four upturned corners carved with dragons and phoenixes, each studded with multicolored gemstones, arranged harmoniously so that they sparkled in unison. Hanging glass pendants chimed melodiously with every bump of the wheels, catching every eye that passed.
Inside, the carriage was even more opulent. The floor was covered in thick fur carpeting, and the tatami-like couch was layered with silken quilts — spacious enough for someone to roll about comfortably. And that was exactly what Yingluo was doing.
A few days earlier, Yingluo had been deeply absorbed in a few books Xie Feng had given her. When she grew tired of reading, she coquettishly asked him for a few more — books of strange and curious nature.
Lately, however, Xie Feng had been distant, rarely showing his face. For Yingluo, that quiet period almost felt like peace.
But as people say, the calmer it gets, the more it feels like the calm before a storm.
Though there were no signs of danger yet, Yingluo had no intention of leaving Xie Feng so soon. At least until she fully became human, she still needed his protection.
Of course, if Xie Feng chose not to protect her — there was nothing she could do about it.
The carriage wheels turned slowly and finally came to a stop. The horses neighed loudly, exhaling deeply before halting before a grand and luxurious mansion.
Once it stopped, Yingluo sat up properly, glancing at Xie Feng, who reclined lazily across from her — her eyes seemed to say, "Well, boss, what now?"
"Master, we've arrived at the academy," came Yan Wushang's respectful voice from outside. He didn't lift the curtain but waited patiently beside the carriage.
Yingluo instinctively rubbed her nose, thinking, Who exactly is Xie Feng? Why are both Luo Shichen and Yan Wushang so respectful to him?
"What are you thinking about?"
Before she could gather her thoughts, she was suddenly lifted up into someone's arms. Startled, she tried to struggle, but that familiar, intoxicating voice brushed her ear — and she immediately quieted down, gazing up at him and shaking her head.
Xie Feng's lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, though he said nothing. A soft breeze passed her cheek — she didn't even see how — and suddenly he was standing outside the carriage, still holding her effortlessly.
The extravagant carriage itself was enough to draw attention, and with Luo Shichen and Yan Wushang, both strikingly handsome men, standing respectfully beside it, people couldn't help but wonder who inside could command such deference.
Then, when Xie Feng appeared — his devilishly handsome face, his regal aura, and that slightly teasing smirk — holding a small black bear cub in his arms, everyone fell silent in awe.
Whispers rippled through the crowd — who was this man?
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