Feng Xue’er glanced at the horsewhip hanging on the wall, a sinister, cold smile curling at the corner of her mouth. She ordered, “Bring a few strong maidservants. Come, follow me to Hexiang Courtyard.”
…………
Feng Qianqian returned to her own courtyard with Mingyue and asked her to boil water.
Every courtyard had a place for boiling water.
Feng Qianqian took out some instant noodles and sausages, placing them in a wardrobe, then retrieved a self-heating hotpot and two roasted chickens.
She lifted the little fox out of her dimensional space. “Little White Fox, this is our temporary home. Once we’ve dealt with everything, we’ll move out. You’re not allowed to run around. Except for a few, the people here are all wolves and tigers—they’d skin you to make a fur collar. Stay quietly in this courtyard. This chicken is for you.”
The Little White Fox lowered its head. “Scaring me again!”
Feng Qianqian took out a large plate and placed the chicken on it, setting a jar of spirit spring water beside it.
A moment later, Mingyue walked in carrying a water kettle.
Seeing a snow-white fox eating chicken in the corner, she froze in surprise. “Eldest Miss, why is there a white fox here?”
Feng Qianqian smiled. “From now on, it’s a member of our household. It’s a Spirit Fox and can understand human speech. Take good care of her.”
The Little White Fox nodded at Mingyue.
“Mingyue, today we’ll have instant noodles and chicken for lunch. Tomorrow, we’ll set up a kitchen in this courtyard and cook for ourselves.”
“But master, we don’t have enough silver to buy things or hire people,” Mingyue said.
“My master gave me some silver. We’ll buy a loyal maidservant who knows how to cook, so you won’t have to work so hard anymore. Mingyue, don’t worry, our days will get better and better.”
Tears welled in Mingyue’s eyes, but a smile hung on her lips. “This servant only wishes for Eldest Miss’s safety and peace. Let’s leave this place.”
Feng Qianqian’s eyes held a profound meaning. “Leaving might not bring peace. It’s better to stir up chaos here. Now, let’s eat.”
“Eldest Miss, what is this? How do you eat it?” Mingyue picked up a bowl of instant noodles and examined it.
“Instant noodles!”
Feng Qianqian opened the instant noodles, placed the seasoning packet inside, and poured hot water from the kettle into the bowl.
Immediately, a fragrant aroma filled the air.
“It smells so good! This is amazing!”
The Little White Fox shook its head while chewing on a chicken leg. “Sigh, how inexperienced. Getting so excited over a bowl of instant noodles—I’ve had enough of it.”
Feng Qianqian looked at the little fox and smiled.
“Mingyue, once the noodles are soaked, they’re ready to eat.”
Instantly, the fragrance overflowed from the room, wafting throughout the entire courtyard.
“You can have this chicken.”
“Eldest Miss, this servant won’t eat it.”
“I have plenty more.”
Feng Qianqian tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Mingyue.
Mingyue took the chicken leg and happily ate it…
………
Half an hour later, an arrogant voice rang out in the courtyard. “Feng Qianqian, get out here this instant!”
Feng Xue’er barged into the courtyard with a group of people, her eyes blazing with uncontrollable fury, her chest heaving up and down.
Two stout maidservants rolled up their sleeves, ready to follow Feng Xue’er’s orders at any moment.
Feng Qianqian sat in her chair, her expression turning stern, her eyes narrowing sharply.
Mingyue, frightened, tugged at Feng Qianqian. “Miss, hide quickly! Second Young Miss is here to beat you again.”
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Feng Qianqian’s eyes. “Let’s go. I’ll teach her a lesson.”
She casually took out a whip from her dimensional space and walked out with Mingyue.
Feng Xue’er watched as Feng Qianqian emerged, roaring like a mad lion: “You little bitch, you really have nine lives! Even poison couldn’t kill you!”
A chilling gleam shot from Feng Qianqian’s eyes, devoid of any warmth, as if a bone-piercing cold could freeze everything around her in an instant: “Looking for death!”
She took a swift step forward, unleashing seventy percent of her strength. The whip in her hand cut a cold arc through the air, accompanied by a tearing whistle, and lashed Feng Xue’er, knocking her to the ground with a single strike.
“Ah!” A whip mark appeared on Feng Xue’er’s body, the flesh torn open as if sliced apart, causing her to gasp.
Her face twisted into a vicious snarl: “You little bitch, how dare you hit me!”
“I’m hitting you, and if you keep yapping, I’ll hit you again!”
Feng Qianqian raised the whip and continued striking. As the whip retracted, it hooked out pieces of flesh, scattering shreds everywhere.
Thwack, thwack, thwack… Several more lashes followed.
“Ah…!”
Feng Xue’er lay sprawled on the ground, the hairpins in her hair all fallen out, her bun disheveled and covering most of her face.
The sharp edge of the whip sliced across her skin, staining her collar red.
In an instant, crimson gashes split open across her body, like pale flesh opening its mouth, blood gushing out and soaking through her dress. Her bones felt as if they had been shattered.
“Tell me, where is my Elder Brother being held?” Feng Qianqian demanded.
“I don’t know!”
Thwack, thwack, thwack!
“Do you know or not?” Feng Qianqian pressed again.
“I don’t know! Even if you beat me to death, it won’t help. He was taken away halfway and never returned to the Prime Minister’s Mansion!”
After a flurry of lashes, Feng Xue’er still claimed ignorance.
Two elderly maids and a servant girl hurried forward, but before they could help the fallen Feng Xue’er up, Feng Qianqian’s whip descended upon them with lightning speed.
The whip fell like a flash of lightning, striking relentlessly. Some of the servant girls were caught in the crossfire and hastily retreated, not daring to approach again.
Feng Xue’er’s face was deathly pale as she struggled to endure wave after wave of pain.
Cold sweat rolled down her forehead, leaving damp trails. Her dress looked as if it had been soaked in blood.
She curled up there like a stray dog, trembling uncontrollably from the pain, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears. The excruciating agony made her wish for death.
Feng Qianqian casually sprinkled some itching powder, then took out a thick steel needle and jabbed it forcefully into Feng Xue’er’s body, saying, “Feng Xue’er, feeling good? Want another jab…”
Thud, thud, thud… The needle pierced repeatedly, causing Feng Xue’er to writhe in pain on the ground.
A tiny pill slipped into Feng Xue’er’s mouth as she gasped.
“Feng Xue’er, get up! Let’s hurt each other!”
Feng Qianqian cursed while her hands remained busy. When she grew tired of jabbing, she whipped; when she finished whipping, she jabbed again. Her heart swelled with satisfaction!
“You little bitch, you’re not human! You’re a devil!” Feng Xue’er roared.
“That’s right. I am the reincarnation of the Asura God from hell, here specifically to deal with a wicked person like you.”
Feng Xue’er initially shouted curses, but her voice gradually weakened until she was beaten half to death, leaving only the sound of her ragged breathing.
In pain, she curled up, trembling all over.
The others hurriedly retreated to the side, horrified by the bloody scene: The Eldest Miss was too terrifying. No one should ever provoke her.
Since her return, it was as if she had become a different person.
Watching Feng Xue’er beaten until her flesh split open, they could almost feel the pain themselves.
“Stop, you poisonous witch!”
At that moment, a loud male voice rang out.