TRBDM -Chapter 137 Seduction

“Master Jiang, what a coincidence! Are you grabbing a bite or staying at the inn?”

Luo Feiyang propped her chin on her hands, tilting her head as she looked at him. Her tone was familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time.

“Miss Luo,” Jiang Yueling’s eyes remained calm as he considered whether the “coincidence” she mentioned was genuine or contrived.

“Master Jiang, you haven’t answered my question yet—grabbing a bite or staying at the inn?”

Luo Feiyang’s high ponytail and sharp, fitted attire drew frequent glances from travelers at the station.

She enjoyed the vanity of being the center of attention; back in the military camp, she had been unique.

Countless soldiers admired her.

She believed that her charm would surely win over Jiang Yueling.

“Miss Luo, this is my matter, not yours. Farewell.”

With that, Jiang Yueling turned to leave.

“Hey, Master Jiang, where are you going?” Luo Feiyang immediately followed.

In her haste, she accidentally bumped into his back.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

She looked up at him with watery eyes, as if on the verge of tears.

Jiang Yueling had no patience for such theatrics:

“Miss Luo, you’re someone who doesn’t fear blades or spears. A minor bump like this doesn’t need to be mentioned.”

Back at the Dali Temple, Luo Feiyang had taken an arrow to her left arm from an enemy and hadn’t even flinched, continuing to fight.

She had also belittled Xie Wanrou, looking down on her delicacy.

Such a brave female warrior, now playing the part of a frail woman—it was jarring and irritating to watch.

“Master Jiang, your words are poisonous—never a pleasant one,” Luo Feiyang snapped, abandoning her pretense of delicacy and glaring at him.

Jiang Yueling ignored her and went straight upstairs.

The upper floor had guest rooms; it would be improper for a young lady like Luo Feiyang to follow a man upstairs.

She stomped her foot in frustration and asked the innkeeper to prepare a room for her, directly across from Jiang Yueling’s.

After several days of travel, Jiang Yueling was exhausted. Once he finished washing, his head barely touched the pillow before he fell asleep.

He dreamed of Xie Wanrou again.

In the dream, her face was pale, and the purple-blue marks on her neck were shocking.

“Miss Xie—”

Jiang Yueling woke in a cold sweat, eyes snapping open.

There was a rustling sound in the room, mixed with a faint, familiar fragrance.

He slowly turned his head and saw the sneaky Luo Feiyang.

Luo Feiyang, consorting with a married man, scheming for another woman’s dowry—her morals were questionable.

He had assumed that with Lei Lieshan imprisoned, she would reflect on her actions. Yet now, she had set her sights on him.

Jiang Yueling was known throughout the capital for being indifferent to women.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have remained unmarried past twenty-four.

He disliked flamboyant personalities and detested immoral behavior.

He measured everything with the scales of the law, tolerating no impurity.

“Luo Feiyang.”

A clap of thunder on quiet ground—Luo Feiyang, already guilty, trembled all over.

Jiang Yueling quickly got up, put on his outer robe, and lit a firebrand.

The flickering candlelight revealed Luo Feiyang’s shameless face.

“Master Jiang, I accidentally entered the wrong room. My room is across the hall.”

The excuse seemed reasonable but was full of holes.

Jiang Yueling, as a junior minister of the Dali Temple, had interrogated countless criminals. He could tell a lie at a glance.

A young lady wandering into his room in the middle of the night was clearly premeditated.

“Tell me, what exactly are your intentions?” Jiang Yueling’s voice was icy as frost.

Luo Feiyang blushed, averting her gaze uncomfortably. “No intentions… I just entered the wrong room.”

“I remember locking the door before sleeping. Mistaken entry is understandable, but how was the door opened?”

Luo Feiyang did not answer.

Suddenly, she shed her outer robe, revealing a glimpse of her bare shoulder.

“Master Jiang, must you expose me? I am fond of you and wish to be closer. I was raised in the military; traditional female virtues are meaningless to me.”

“My father taught me to seize what I desire and take the initiative—this is my one-of-a-kind personality.”

Luo Feiyang brazenly portrayed her lack of restraint as freedom of character.

Jiang Yueling had no interest in hearing her twisted logic. “Please leave!”

“No,” Luo Feiyang advanced a few steps toward him, her waist twisting almost unnaturally.

“Master Jiang, why don’t you like me? Am I not beautiful? Am I incapable? In what way am I worse than Xie Wanrou?”

Hearing Xie Wanrou’s name from Luo Feiyang’s lips made Jiang Yueling feel the name was sullied.

“You are, in my eyes, inferior to her in every way.”

“…”

Luo Feiyang’s pride was crushed under Jiang Yueling’s words.

“I am unmarried and pure. Xie Wanrou is a divorced woman—how could she compare to me?”

She was furious. Even after stripping like this, Jiang Yueling’s face remained expressionless, unmoved.

Unlike Lei Lieshan, who had come running at a mere beckoning.

Frustration and anger welled up.

“If you understood why you cannot surpass even a single hair of Miss Xie’s, you wouldn’t be doing such absurd things. Leave immediately. You are not welcome here.”

Jiang Yueling’s tone was firm. Luo Feiyang, defeated, wrapped her robe around herself and slunk back to her room.

After she left, Jiang Yueling sat at the edge of the bed, mind clear as day.

Half an incense stick later, he changed clothes, packed, and went downstairs.

He went straight to the stables, mounted his horse, and left the inn under the moonlight.