Chapter 56: The Disappearance of the Scar

A fairy brawl began to unfold.

Normally, Su Yuxin was shy, but after drinking, she became bolder. She even took the lead for a while.

After it all ended, Su Yuxin was too exhausted to even move her little fingers. A strand of black hair, dampened by sweat, clung to her fair and delicate face, forming a sharp contrast. Her lips, slightly swollen, held a captivating allure in the hazy depths of her eyes.

Feng Yao's throat involuntarily gulped. The fervor in his eyes rekindled.

Such an adorable and tender girl, he could never get enough. However, considering her delicate frame, Feng Yao forcefully suppressed the desire surging within him.

"General..." Su Yuxin's soft and tender voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, was especially captivating.

"What is it?" Feng Yao bent down, tucking the loose strands of hair from Su Yuxin's forehead, displaying overwhelming tenderness.

"I want to bathe," Su Yuxin hooked her arms around Feng Yao's neck, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"Alright," Feng Yao chuckled indulgently. "I'll have Qingqueziyuan assist you shortly."

"I want to bathe with the General," Su Yuxin persisted, a harmless smile playing on her lips.

"Are you sure?" Feng Yao lightly tapped Su Yuxin's nose, his voice hoarse.

"Mmm." Su Yuxin vigorously nodded, her fair cheeks rubbing against Feng Yao's neck. "I'll help scrub your back."

"Just don't regret it," Feng Yao felt a sudden tightness in his abdomen.

"Why would I regret it?" Su Yuxin tilted her head, her eyes, not as bright as usual, carrying a post-intoxication haziness.

"You silly girl." Feng Yao pulled Su Yuxin into his embrace, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Old Madam Luo had already instructed the kitchen to prepare hot water and freshly picked flower petals. As soon as Feng Yao requested water, it was promptly arranged behind the screen.

Feng Yao gently carried Su Yuxin and settled into the tub together.

"I'll scrub the General's back," Su Yuxin picked up a towel and earnestly reached out for Feng Yao's back.

Feng Yao clenched his hands, struggling to restrain himself. Though her fair body swayed before him, he could only watch silently. Another round might be unbearable for her.

Su Yuxin was engrossed in her task, completely oblivious to Feng Yao's silent agony. Only after she finished scrubbing his back did she notice Feng Yao's flushed face and sweat-drenched forehead.

"Did I scrub too hard?" Su Yuxin wiped the sweat from Feng Yao's forehead, feeling somewhat guilty.

"No," Feng Yao's voice grew huskier.

"Are you feeling hot?" Su Yuxin kissed Feng Yao's forehead before continuing to wipe away the sweat.

Suddenly, her soft hand lightly touched the scar on his cheek.

Feng Yao was entirely preoccupied with battling the surge of desire within him, completely unaware of what Su Yuxin was doing.

"Ah..." Suddenly, Su Yuxin covered her mouth in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yao came to his senses, hurriedly asking.

"It's gone," Su Yuxin widened her eyes, stammering.

"What's gone?" Feng Yao was puzzled.

"Your... your scar..." Su Yuxin said, extending her hand toward him, holding the two hideous scars in her palm.

Feng Yao instinctively touched his face; the two horrifying scars, extending from his brow to the ear, were no longer there, leaving behind a smooth surface.

"It must have been painful..." Su Yuxin was almost in tears. Such long scars being pulled off by herself must have been excruciatingly painful.

"Not at all," Feng Yao kissed Su Yuxin's eyes, saying, "They were fake."

"Fake?" Su Yuxin, still in her intoxicated daze, stared blankly at the scars in her hand.

"Yes, fake," Feng Yao nodded. These scars had been with him since he was thirteen, for twelve long years. He had grown accustomed to considering them a part of himself. Even the Ten Vice-Generals were unaware that his scars were not real. This was a significant matter, so he had always been extremely cautious. Unexpectedly, today, in her confusion, Xinxin had just plucked them off. But it didn't matter. She was his wife. There was no need to hide this from her. He just had to remind her to keep it a secret, as otherwise, there might be a threat to their lives. Feng Yao rubbed his chin. Yet, with him by her side, no one would dare to harm her.

Su Yuxin, lost in thought, kept kneading the scar in her hand, as if kneading dough, pulling and tugging it, then laughed through her tears, "It's really fake."

"But why did you..." Su Yuxin lifted her head, her whole being momentarily stunned, her small mouth slightly agape, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"General looks so handsome," Su Yuxin's eyes glittered like stars, utterly enchanted.

Feng Yao was naturally handsome. His physique was remarkable, tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, as straight as a pine tree. His features, if observed carefully, were extremely attractive, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. However, he always wore a cold expression, an aura warning people to stay away. Moreover, the two snaking and hideous scars from the brow to the ear, covering almost half of his cheek, made him appear terrifying. Hence, he was dubbed the "Living Lord of Hell." People were naturally scared of him, and no one dared to scrutinize him closely. Besides, those two scars were personally crafted by Tuling. Even if someone tried to touch them, they would feel real. Tuling was most skilled at exceptional disguise techniques, creating flawless illusions. He hadn't expected someone to dare to tamper with his scar, especially his wife. He didn't need to conceal this matter from her. However, he had to instruct her to keep it a secret; otherwise, it might jeopardize their lives.

Feng Yao glanced at the floating scars on the water's surface, then carefully dried Su Yuxin, carrying her back to bed. After repositioning the scars on his face in front of the vanity mirror, he left.