Feng Qianqian’s eyes burned with anger: What a scumbag of a father—truly the worst of the worst.
Second Concubine, just you wait. I’ll make sure the Prime Minister’s Mansion is thrown into chaos.
Inside the room, wisps of blue smoke curled from a gilded bronze incense burner.
Second Concubine, with seductive eyes, teased: “Chancellor, I’ve just bought some fine tea at my place. Won’t you come and taste it?”
Chancellor Feng stroked Lady Liu’s hand. “Very well. Tonight, I’ll stay in your courtyard.”
The two walked out together.
Feng Qianqian cursed inside her dimensional space: Bastard! The original host’s father is truly despicable. Neither of them is any good.
After tonight, the Prime Minister’s Mansion will be left penniless.
She began searching frantically…
Finally, inside a hidden compartment, she found a chest filled entirely with silver notes—over two hundred thousand taels in total.
Feng Qianqian tossed the chest into her dimensional space and headed toward Second Concubine’s courtyard.
From the courtyard, she could already hear Second Concubine’s moans. Without entering the room, Feng Qianqian emptied the treasury of all its gold, silver, and valuables into her dimensional space.
Next, she made her way to the Prime Minister’s Mansion’s main warehouse.
Four guards were stationed in the warehouse courtyard.
Feng Qianqian scattered some knockout drug, and all four guards collapsed after inhaling it.
To prevent innocent casualties when she set the fire, she waved her hand, and the guards were thrown to the mansion’s back gate.
The warehouse had no windows, only a single door. Feng Qianqian entered the warehouse from within her dimensional space.
She took out a searchlight from her dimensional space. “So many treasures—they’re practically drowning in wealth!”
On the eastern side of the floor were over two hundred dowry chests, their faded “double happiness” characters suggesting they were Lady Jiang’s dowry.
According to Wet Nurse, when the original host’s mother married into the family, her dowry procession stretched for miles—even a princess’s dowry couldn’t compare.
On the other side, chests of gold, silver, and jewels lay open.
Antiques, calligraphy, paintings, bolts of fine silk and satin, rare medicinal herbs—decades of Chancellor Feng’s accumulated wealth were now all inside Feng Qianqian’s dimensional space.
This filled her with immense joy.
Inside a hidden compartment was a box containing property deeds and silver notes.
Feng Qianqian picked up the box and tossed it into her dimensional space as well.
Looking at the now-empty warehouse, she smiled.
These things will never fall into the hands of those two brothers. Keeping them would only benefit those bastards.
She took out gasoline from her dimensional space, splashing it everywhere, then retrieved a lighter and ignited it.
Returning to her dimensional space, she strode casually toward Feng Xue’er’s Xuemei Courtyard.
As soon as she reached the courtyard, she heard Feng Xue’er’s sweet, delicate voice: “Third Cousin, it’s been ten days since you last visited Xue’er. Have you forgotten about me?”
Third Prince Nangong Chen pulled Feng Xue’er, clad in a sheer red gauze dress, into his embrace.
Feng Xue’er wore a strapless top underneath, her alluring figure enough to stir desire.
The loose red gauze dress slipped under Nangong Chen’s tug, revealing her snow-white shoulders and the swell of her breasts.
“Xue’er!”
Third Prince immediately embraced Feng Xue’er and began kissing her moist, crimson lips.
Feng Xue’er pressed her fingertip against Third Prince’s lips. “Cousin, now that I’m yours, why haven’t you taken me as your concubine yet?”
Nangong Chen smiled faintly. “You little temptress, this prince will definitely marry you.”
“As soon as Father Emperor agrees, I’ll bring you into my mansion the very next day.”
With that, his hands began to wander.
Feng Xue’er half-resisted, half-yielded, and the two moved to the bed.
In an instant, the sounds of their passionate union filled the room…
Feng Qianqian thought of the moment the original host was forced to drink poisoned wine, her eyes flickering. “Let me help you. Since you’re having an affair, you might as well make it a spectacular one.”
She walked toward the room within her dimensional space and scattered some colorless, odorless aphrodisiac powder meant for tigers and lions into the room.
But her hand slipped, and the entire bag spilled inside.
Feng Qianqian had no interest in watching their live spring scene—it was too eye-searing—so she quickly left.
Meixiang was standing guard outside, not daring to enter, and somewhat puzzled: The second young miss’s commotion tonight was so loud, and she wasn’t even trying to hide it from anyone!
…………
The night was exceptionally quiet, as if even the slightest sound carried far.
The fourth young miss, Feng Chenyu, brought her first embroidery work to Mingxiang Residence and asked happily, “Fourth Concubine, how does my embroidery look?”
Fourth Concubine, Lady Xu, picked up the embroidery and asked, “Is this a duck? Why are there two of them?”
Feng Chenyu pouted. “Take a closer look. These are mandarin ducks.”
Fourth Concubine examined it carefully again and nodded repeatedly. “They are mandarin ducks. These mandarin ducks must have been starving for so long that they’ve become as thin as wild ducks. No wonder I mistook them.”
Fourth Concubine was the daughter of a fifth-rank official, well-educated and reasonable.
She had unintentionally been rescued by Chancellor Feng, and after intimate contact in the river, he married her into the mansion.
Second Concubine managed the household affairs, as instructed by the chancellor.
Whenever she brought up matters concerning Lady Jiang’s children, Chancellor Feng would fly into a rage and storm off, so she eventually stopped mentioning it.
At first, she would secretly send some silver to Feng Qianqian.
But later, upon learning that it was all taken by Feng Xue’er, she stopped sending money.
Whenever she prepared delicious food, she would make extra and have her maids secretly deliver it.
“Ah!”
A scream like a slaughtered pig echoed, startling Feng Chenyu so much that she dropped her embroidery.
“Mother, what was that sound?”
Lady Xu was also puzzled. “I haven’t heard of any wild wolves entering the city. It sounds like a wolf biting a pig.”
People nearby were jolted awake from their dreams, unanimously believing that a wild beast had entered the mansion.
Servants grabbed clubs and headed toward the source of the sound.
Suddenly, someone shouted, “Quick, someone! The storeroom is on fire! The storeroom is on fire!”
The fire in the storeroom, fueled by the night wind, spread rapidly.
Flames licked at everything around, crackling and popping.
Soon, the fire surged like a frenzied dragon, climbing along the eaves and walls, engulfing the entire storeroom and the adjacent buildings in a sea of flames.
For a moment, the blaze soared into the sky, illuminating half the horizon and dyeing the night sky an eerie orange-red.
Rolling waves of heat, mixed with the pungent smell of smoke and the acrid scent of burning wood, were suffocating.
People hurriedly fetched buckets of water, trying to extinguish the raging flames…
Just then, the wind picked up, and the fire spread to the other side of the storeroom, threatening to reach Xuemei Courtyard.
Fourth Concubine quickly led people to Xuemei Courtyard.
From Feng Xue’er’s room, tantalizing sounds still emanated.
Fourth Concubine hurriedly ordered, “Go quickly and summon the chancellor and Second Concubine.”
Having experienced such matters herself, she could now guess who was inside.
However, what puzzled her was: Did they have to make such a spectacle of their affair for everyone to know?
A servant reported, “Fourth Concubine, Second Concubine and the chancellor are currently engaged in intimate relations and cannot be awakened.”
With the fire about to spread, Fourth Concubine ordered again, “Someone, go quickly to the neighboring courtyard of Feng Yan’er and wake the third young miss.”
Two old women entered and roused the person inside the room.