When Feng Qianwu ran into Nianxin, he knew he could no longer ignore her. He replied, "I couldn't fall asleep, so I came here to have some fresh air."

"Second Brother, you still don't want to call me your sister-in-law."

"No, it's just..."

"Since you don't want to call me that title, then you can just call me Nianxin."

"Nianxin."

"Second Brother, you don't like me at all, right? You hate me just as your parents do because I am from a brothel."

"My thought doesn't matter. You are chosen by my brother."

"For me, it matters."

"Nianxin."

"You mean a lot to me..." Nianxin paused on purpose before continuing, "Because we are family!"

"Yes, we are family," Feng Qianwu repeated it to himself and to Nianxin as if it's a reminder for him to keep a proper distance from Nianxin.

"Second Brother, you have been hiding from me recently, right?"

"Nianxin, I..."

"No girl is born to be cheap. No girl will choose to earn a living by prostitution."

"Nianxin, I don't mean to look down on you."

"Second Brother, don't deny it."

"Nianxin, it's true."

"Then why do you keep avoiding me?"

"I... I just..." Feng Qianwu still couldn't tell her his true thoughts.

"Second Brother, do you know? If I had a choice, I would like to be an ordinary woman. I don't want to be rich, noble, or as beautiful as I am now. I only want to live a normal life with my husband." When she said these sentences, Nianxin took off her mask of a happy, newly married woman unconsciously. From her eyes, he could see how painful she felt.

Feng Qianwu looked at Nianxin, who was staring at the air, and he was also lost in thoughts. He felt that now Nianxin was real and unpretentious. The pain in her eyes also touched him before he noticed it. He muttered, "Nianxin, don't you have my brother already? He likes you so much."

"Yes, I have my husband."

A touch of mockery flickered across Nianxin's eyes. It disappeared so fast that people could hardly notice it. She put on her pure and charming smile again. It made Feng Qianwu doubt that he had read it wrong. Seeing the woman wearing her mask again, Feng Qianwu felt particularly annoyed.

He said, "Nianxin, why don't you sleep? Why are you here alone at night?"

"I think you are caring about me, Second Brother." The smile on Nianxin's face was even bigger. Her voice was sweeter.

"I..."

"Your eldest brother went out to suppress bandits. It's hard for me to fall asleep alone, so I came out for some fresh air too. Second Brother, it's such a coincide that you also can't sleep. We can have a good talk!"

"It's too late tonight. Men and women should keep an appropriate distance. You'd better go back to take a rest."

"For me, you are my younger brother, not a man."

"Nianxin, I am a man."

"I mean... you are my husband's younger brother, which means you are my younger brother. Brothers and sisters don't need to care about so many formalities between them."

"But..."

"Second Brother, can you watch me dancing?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But this is not appropriate!"

"I like to dance the most. After I came to the mansion of the Fengs, I never had the chance to dance. You can think of it as a way of keeping me company." Nianxin's words became more and more coquettish but could properly soften people's hearts. No one could say no to her.

Feng Qianwu didn't utter a word but subconsciously nodded his head. Nianxin walked directly to an open space surrounded by flowers and began to dance.

In the sea of flowers, Nianxin danced gracefully. Her movement was enchanting, and it also revealed a special and pure aura. She was as addicting as poppy flowers. A beautiful song flew out of her mouth like a limpid spring.

Wind and sand blocked my view.

I couldn't see the person but heard her beautiful singing,

Clean and sweet like an oriole's chirping.

The delight I felt was as much as the sorrow I had.

I wondered how many hearts were broken for love,

Since it was always so hard to find a soulmate.

I wished everything was nothing but a dream.

I wished life could still be a beautiful song under the moonlight,

When I woke up.

This beautiful woman looked innocent and elegant in the moonlight. She sang and danced, touching people's hearts.

Nianxin was stunningly beautiful, but the deepest part of her heart was filled with sadness. She had a kind of despair buried deep inside. Ordinary people couldn't see it, but for the ones who could see it, they felt so sorry for her.

Feng Qianwu was not an ordinary person, and he noticed something strange. He thought Nianxin must have a painful history. Now some thoughts that he shouldn't have started to grow in his mind, but he could not control himself.

After that night, Feng Qianwu knew he shouldn't go to the pavilion again, but he still did it every night. Nianxin had also been waiting for him there every day. The relationship between these two people had greatly improved, and they looked more and more like a good match.

…

It was not hot in the afternoon. The weather was warm and relaxing. However, people waiting at the door of the mansion of the Fengs weren't in the mood to enjoy it.

Seeing Feng Qianchu's figure from a distance, Mrs. Feng was so excited that tears flew down her cheeks. Finally, her eldest son was home. However, Feng Qianchu got off his horse and didn't even look at his mother. The first thing he did was to hug his precious wife.

Nianxin was embarrassed and refused his hug. Master Feng knew his eldest son came back today, so he and his wife rushed home last night and didn't even have time to take a good rest. He now felt furious and kept coughing. Feng Qianchu finally turned around.

"Father, why are you coughing? If you don't feel well, you shouldn't come out!"

"Bastard!"

Master Feng was even angrier, and Feng Qianchu felt so confused. Nianxin pulled him aside and told him that the old couple was jealous in a whisper. Feng Qianchu didn't understand it at first. Why did they feel jealous of his wife? Wasn't it natural that he cared about his darling? However, Nianxin glared at him with a shy look on her face, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. Feng Qianchu rubbed his head embarrassedly and went to talk to the old couple.

Feng Qianmu, the playboy who never cared about formalities, felt uncomfortable when he saw this scene, so he sneaked away long ago. Feng Qianwu was a man of decorum, but now he wished his brother never came back. Maybe because his desire was too strong, it really came true a few days later.

That night, Feng Qianchu drank the tea Nianxin especially made for him. He held a woman whom he didn't even know in his arms, lying on her body and venting his desire. Maybe because he hadn't had sex with women for many days or the medicine was very effective, their voices had spread very far. Of course, it's also because Nianxin left the doors and windows open on purpose.

Feng Qianchu worked very hard that night. The whole mansion of the Fengs echoed with the woman's panting and begging sound.

If it was before Nianxin approached Feng Qianwu and Feng Qianmu deliberately, they wouldn't feel much about it. However, now no one could imagine how upset they felt. Maybe only the old couple of the Fengs was happy—their eldest son acted a little too crazy on the bed, but they thought they were about to have a grandson.

In the following several days, such erotic sounds could be heard in the mansion every night. While during the day, Feng Qianchu looked a little sluggish, not in high spirit.

Mrs. Feng patted her eldest son's shoulder and said, "Achu, your father and I are still young. We are not eager to have grandchildren. Take care of your body, and don't get too tired."

In fact, Feng Qianchu didn't think so much. Somehow, he just couldn't control himself at night.

Such incidents kept happening for several nights. No one knew the situation of the other two brothers. Nianxin was so "tired" that she never got up, let alone visiting them.

On a night with bright moonlight and few stars in the sky, the mansion of the Fengs suddenly became quiet. The man and woman didn't have their intimate moment, and all kinds of sounds that made people blush disappeared. Everyone was wondering why the young master didn't do anything tonight. Maybe he had been so exhausted recently that he finally wanted to have a good rest.

A breeze was blowing gently. The small back garden of the mansion of the Fengs was not the most luxurious and magnificent one, but it was very exquisite. The pond where lotuses inside hadn't bloomed yet was a typical example. The flower buds looked vivid and lovely even at night.

However, something was floating on the quiet water at this peaceful moment. It was a male corpse. He faced down while his entire body was soaked in the water, dead long ago, which brought creeps to this tranquil night.

The next day, an overwhelming whiteness filled the entire mansion of the Fengs. Everything looked white from a distance. Even a corner of the mansion's golden plaque was covered by a piece of white cloth. More than two months ago, this place was just decorated in red color that represented good luck and happiness. But now, it looked extremely miserable.

A large word "MOURNING" was written in the very center of the mansion. The word was surrounded by a circle of flowers made of white cloth, with a coffin right below. The person lying in the coffin was the Fengs' eldest son, General Feng Qianchu, who came back only a few days ago.

Men and women wearing white mourning dresses were kneeling beside the coffin, crying. Mrs. Feng had been wailing for a long time. She leaned on the coffin of her eldest son and passed out. Servant girls took her into her room hastily while Master Feng touched his eldest son's face with his shaking hands, calling his son's name. Master Feng had been a robust man, but now he looked ten years older after one night. His hair became grayer.

The only person who was still calm was Feng Qianwu, the second young master of the Fengs. He was now the backbone of the family, and he had to support this family. He arranged all the things in the mansion, and he was also in a bad mood. He never thought that one of his thoughts would come true, feeling guilty for his eldest brother.

In front of the crowd, closest to the coffin, there was a pitiful, slim, beautiful, and white figure. Nianxin knelt in the shadow of the coffin, looking so weak and lonely. She cried miserably and then fainted on the ground while still crying.

Feng Qianmu knelt near the coffin right opposite Nianxin. He didn't show any sadness for the death of his brother at all. From the beginning to the end, his eyes had locked on the woman. Seeing her fainted, he held her in his arms immediately and sent her to her room.

In the hall, many people came to attend the funeral. However, no one knew who killed Feng Qianchu and threw his body in the lotus pond in the back garden. It seemed that this boorish but honest man was not someone who offended others and made enemies. It's so pitiful that this beauty married him only for more than two months, and now she became a widow. They also felt sorry for the old couple, who had no grandchildren and now lost a son. The most pitiful one was General Feng, who finally got married at the age of 30 but forever lost the opportunity of enjoying his life. People's minds were filled with complex emotions as they felt sorry and pitiful for the family. However, they couldn't say much because it's the Fengs' family affair after all.