Actually, Fu Zhen had never thought carefully about the matter of drugging.
In her dream, she only knew that after this banquet, she and Chen Tingfeng ended up in bed together. When she woke up again, Chen Tingfeng's face was ashen. He left a sentence "I will marry you" and then disappeared.
The relationship between her and Chen Tingfeng had never been good. To be precise, she always tried to curry favor with him, but all she got was his cold shoulder. Coupled with his extremely bad complexion and the words about marrying her after waking up, she thought she was the one who had done it.
After all, she had always wanted to marry Chen Tingfeng.
But he was cold and didn't let her get close. What could she do?
Drug him.
She had no choice but to take an extreme and dishonorable means to quickly win the position of the young mistress of the Marquis Mansion.
However, since the banquet started today, she had been thinking. In such a grand occasion, with the Queen and the Grand Princess present, and all the official ladies and noblewomen on the banquet, she was just an unmarried girl who hadn't even established a foothold in the capital. Where did she get the ability to drug Chen Tingfeng at such a banquet?
Bribe the maids? She would probably be arrested as a villain the next second.
Moreover, the banquet was divided into men's and women's seats. Even if she really bribed the maids, how could she bring Chen Tingfeng to the designated place and sleep with him?
Chen Tingfeng was a shrewd man. She had tried all kinds of reasons to get close to him before, but all of them had failed without exception.
Why was it so smooth to carry out the whole process of drugging this time?
The more Fu Zhen thought about it, the more solemn her face became. Her pretty face was as cold as frost, sending chills down one's spine.
But what if someone had "helped" her throughout this matter?
Then everything would make sense.
She looked up and carefully recognized the appearance of the house. The house in her dream was remote and seemed to be near the Cold Palace.
It was precisely because the Cold Palace was remote that Chen Tingfeng was able to prevent this matter from being completely exposed in front of everyone after he woke up.
She walked quickly, carefully avoiding the maids and eunuchs on the palace path. Her eyes were looking around. Then she turned a corner and walked towards the Cold Palace.
In a moment, she stopped and stood at the door, looking up at the attic.
The Linyin Pavilion, the place where she and Chen Tingfeng had their first time in her previous life.
This attic should have been cleaned regularly. It didn't look as desolate as the Cold Palace. But now it was completely silent, as if there was no one inside.
Fu Zhen looked at the closed door, her eyes full of uncertainty.
In her previous life, this attic was the turning point of her fate. After that, her life took a sharp turn for the worse and headed straight for death.
In this life, she thought she had completely avoided the original path, but unexpectedly, one day she still stood at this fateful node, being forced to move forward.
Should she go in or not?
It seemed that there was a ferocious ghost hiding behind this door. Once she pushed it open, all that awaited her would be eternal damnation.
However...
Fu Zhen suddenly closed her eyes, and her fingernails dug into her palms until they bled.
However, Chen Tingfeng was inside.
Fate had arranged for her to come here. She couldn't escape, so how could Chen Tingfeng?
The scenes of getting along with Chen Tingfeng in this life flashed before her eyes one by one, and finally stopped at that evening. The dim afterglow fell on his eyebrows and eyes. He smiled and handed her a bunch of flowers, his eyes full of her.
Fu Zhen opened her eyes in an instant. The boulder in her heart finally fell to the ground. She suddenly lowered her head and smiled as if in resignation.
Chen Tingfeng, in this life, you owe me a great deal.
She took a step forward and pushed open the door. The sunlight shone into this dim room from behind her. Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted around her nose.
The breathing in the room suddenly became heavy.
Before she could completely see the environment in the room, the next second, her waist tightened, and she was pushed forward. With a "bang", the door closed behind her.
When she came to her senses again, she had been pressed against the carved wooden door. In front of her was Chen Tingfeng, breathing heavily.
He just looked at her and let out a low hoarse laugh: "I knew you would come."
The dim room made it impossible for Fu Zhen to see the expression on his face. He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed himself into her flesh and blood.
Fu Zhen looked at him quietly. After a moment, she raised her hand and slapped Chen Tingfeng hard.
This time she showed no mercy and directly slapped his face to the side.
"Chen Tingfeng," Fu Zhen said hatefully, "are you sober now?"
Chen Tingfeng pressed his tongue against his burning cheek and let out a laugh. He said hoarsely, "I've never been this sober."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he held Fu Zhen's face and kissed her fiercely.
Unlike his gentle kisses in the past, this time there was a force as if he wanted to devour her. He firmly imprisoned her in his arms, disrupted her breathing, ground her lips, and dragged her into the abyss with him.
It was so good.
In this life, she finally completely belonged to him.
Just before everything was about to get out of control, Fu Zhen bit him hard. The smell of blood instantly spread. Chen Tingfeng winced in pain. Their lips separated for a moment and then stuck together again.
He kissed her, gradually changing from a stormy kiss to a gentle one. He gently kissed the corner of her lips until her whole body was filled with his scent.
The moment they separated, he raised his hand and fed her a pill.
The bitter taste instantly overwhelmed the smell of blood just now. Fu Zhen frowned immediately, but was kissed by Chen Tingfeng again. He was like a madman, wishing he could turn into an octopus and stick to her completely.
Fu Zhen couldn't bear it any longer. Taking advantage of the moment when he was indulged and his strength loosened, she pushed him away: "That's enough!"
Chen Tingfeng paused and looked at her. He took a deep breath: "Okay."
His voice was as hoarse as if it had been scratched on sandpaper. Although he had separated from Fu Zhen, his eyes were always glued to her.
The incense in the room was still burning, but the pill brought a cool feeling that gradually suppressed the heat on her body.
She was clear - minded and even had the time to think, ah, it really wasn't her who drugged him in her previous life.
"Zhenzhen." The room was eerily quiet for a moment. Seeing that Fu Zhen just kept her head down and never looked at him, the mind that had been lost in the kiss gradually returned to Chen Tingfeng.
He felt a little guilty and gently called out again: "Zhenzhen, please listen to my explanation."
Fu Zhen finally looked up at him this time. She sneered: "My Lord Marquis is so capable that he can even set up a net in the palace and calculate clearly that I will come here. What do you still need to explain to me? How dare I let you explain?"
Chen Tingfeng frowned and grabbed her hand. His breathing quickened a bit: "Zhenzhen, don't talk to me like this."
This cold - spoken look seemed to pierce his heart.
But Fu Zhen was furious.
She looked at him coldly: "Unrepentant and arrogant."
"Chen Tingfeng, you've never changed."