The newcomer wore a sky-blue python robe, his hair tied up with a golden crown. Between his brows, a pair of sword-like eyebrows slanted sharply toward his temples.
His passionate peach blossom eyes were filled with rage.
His brows were tightly furrowed, and his clenched fists had turned white at the knuckles from excessive force, as if he wanted to tear apart every inch of the air.
Feng Xue’er struggled to lift her head. Seeing that the Third Prince had arrived, tears welled up in her eyes. “Third Cousin, save me!”
Her tears fell like broken strings of pearls, her weeping as pitiful as rain-drenched pear blossoms, evoking sympathy in anyone who saw her.
“Stop, you little bitch!”
Feng Qianqian looked at the newcomer and remembered that this dog-like man was Nangong Chen.
Recalling the original host’s memories, this scum prince had also bullied her many times alongside Feng Xue’er.
An icy aura involuntarily surfaced on her face.
Nangong Chen roared, “Xue’er is so gentle and kind—what right do you have to hit her!”
He helped the blood-covered Feng Xue’er to her feet.
Feng Qianqian’s anger surged. “Which eye of yours sees her kindness? Blindness and stupidity are illnesses that need curing.
Truly, scum matches bitch—a perfect pair meant to last forever!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Exactly what I said.”
Feng Xue’er mustered all her strength to cry out, “Cousin, she’s just a madwoman. Xue’er is in so much pain—please take me away from here.”
“Alright, this prince will find you a doctor right away.”
Seeing Feng Xue’er covered in wounds, Nangong Chen picked up the weeping, pitiful girl and headed out.
Feng Qianqian shouted, “Feng Xue’er, if you or your people dare set foot in my Hexiang Courtyard again, this young lady will make sure you never walk again.”
Nangong Chen burned with fury and scolded, “Feng Qianqian, don’t get too cocky. Xue’er is badly injured, so I’ll let you off for today.”
Feng Qianqian retorted arrogantly, “I’m not asking for mercy—bring it on!”
Nangong Chen shot Feng Qianqian a venomous glare, gritting his teeth in hatred. “You little bitch, I won’t deal with you today, but you just wait.”
“If you have the guts, don’t leave. Let’s settle old and new scores together,” Feng Qianqian taunted.
Mingyue, frightened, tugged at Feng Qianqian’s sleeve. “Eldest Miss, please stop talking!”
Feng Qianqian shouted loudly in the courtyard, “Feng Xue’er, today is just the beginning. I’ll make you pay in blood!”
Nangong Chen seethed with anger. “Xue’er, don’t worry. I will definitely avenge you.”
Watching Feng Xue’er and the others flee in disarray, Feng Qianqian’s face remained calm, like a pool of water undisturbed by ripples.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly, forming a faint smile.
Yet her voice was as cold as a frigid spring, devoid of any emotion. “Mingyue, take this packet of medicine.
If they dare hit you again, sprinkle it on them. Only your young lady can cure this poison.”
Mingyue’s face lit up with excitement. “Eldest Miss, you’re so formidable! Look at Second Young Miss’s sorry state—they won’t dare come back anytime soon.”
Ever since Feng Qianqian returned, Mingyue had gained confidence.
She happily took the medicine packet and tucked it into her clothes.
That night, under the cover of darkness and howling wind, a masked figure slipped into the Second Concubine’s courtyard like a ghost.
With a wave of her hand, everyone in the courtyard fainted.
At that moment, the Second Concubine was deep in slumber.
Feng Qianqian took out a Bone-Devouring Pill and forced it into the Second Concubine’s mouth.
Then, drawing a dagger, she stabbed each of the Second Concubine’s legs once.
The Second Concubine let out a blood-curdling scream. Feng Qianqian’s lips curled into a faint smile: I’ll torture you to death. In less than three months, you and your children will all be dead. But first, I’ll make sure you suffer enough.
She quickly left the courtyard and went straight to Feng Xue’er and Feng Yan’er’s rooms. The two woke up in pain from their sleep, each having been stabbed twice in the legs, blood gushing out…
Feng Qianqian’s lips curled slightly as she vanished into the night…
Hearing the screams, the sleeping maids and old women woke up and hurried to Lady Liu’s room, only to see Second Concubine’s legs covered in blood, which was still flowing profusely.
Second Concubine clutched her chest with one hand, writhing on the ground in agony.
“Quick, fetch a doctor, hurry!” someone shouted.
A short while later, the doctor arrived, stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wounds, busy for half the night.
Then he went to treat Feng Xue’er and Feng Yan’er’s injuries…
From then on, Second Concubine felt as if tens of thousands of insects were gnawing at her bones and tendons every night, making her wish for death.
And just as the wounds on her legs healed, she would be stabbed again. Second Concubine and her two daughters lived in such torment…
The next morning at court, Chancellor Feng was impeached by a censor for mistreating his deceased wife’s daughter. Minister Zhou also joined in, and Feng Xiang was penalized with a year’s salary deduction.
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The following morning, Feng Qianqian saw Mingyue tidying clothes and asked, “Mingyue, have you found any news about my elder brother?”
“No, I only heard that Eldest Young Master hasn’t returned to the Prime Minister’s Mansion. He was taken away for treatment on his way back.”
“Those bastards. Keep an eye on anyone entering the mansion to see Second Concubine. Let’s go out for a stroll and buy some suitable dresses.”
“As you wish, Eldest Miss.”
Feng Qianqian took a veil from her sleeve and covered her face with it.
The two arrived at the entrance of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
The gatekeeper saw that Eldest Miss was about to leave and gave a meaningful glance to the person beside him.
Sun Erhu, with a full beard and large, bell-like eyes, said, “Stop! Show your waist token. You need a waist token to leave the mansion!”
Feng Qianqian replied, “Waist token? I don’t have such a thing.”
She looked back at Mingyue, who shook her head.
Feng Qianqian asked, “Does Feng Xue’er also need a waist token to leave the mansion?”
Sun Erhu said proudly, “Second Young Miss is the Prime Minister’s beloved daughter. She doesn’t need a waist token.”
“What about Feng Yan’er?”
“She doesn’t need one either. She’s Madam’s daughter.”
Feng Qianqian, who had been in a good mood, now showed a hint of anger on her face.
“Does Fourth Miss and Fifth Miss also need waist tokens to leave?”
“They don’t need them either. They’re Old Madam’s granddaughters, of course they don’t.”
Several gatekeepers looked at Feng Qianqian mockingly.
Feng Qianqian’s anger surged. “Damn it, so I’m the one picked from the garbage heap.
This waist token rule was made for me, right? Without a waist token, I can’t leave the Prime Minister’s Mansion?”
The others nodded in unison, feeling quite pleased with themselves.
Feng Qianqian glanced at an iron rod leaning against the gate. “This gate is quite an eyesore.”
She strode forward, picked up the iron rod, and approached the gate. “Mingyue, get as far away as you can.”
Sun Erhu looked bewildered. “What are you doing!”
Feng Qianqian’s eyes turned icy, ignoring him. She swung the rod with force, striking Sun Erhu.
“Ah!” Sun Erhu screamed.
A few more blows later, Sun Erhu lay motionless on the ground.
Feng Qianqian raised the iron rod and smashed it against the gate.
“Bang!”
Both doors were instantly knocked askew.
“Stop, Eldest Miss, stop!” the Steward shouted from a distance.
A nearby gatekeeper muttered, “They say Sun Erhu is dim-witted, but Eldest Miss isn’t much smarter!
If she destroys the gate, will the Prime Minister spare her? Her life might be in danger too.”
Feng Qianqian swung the large iron rod again, smashing it toward the upper part of the door.
“Good riddance, no more obstacles in the way.”
She spoke as she smashed.
At that moment, a piece of wood flew straight out.
Seventh Prince Nangong Li sat in the carriage, holding a scroll of a book as he read.
Suddenly, a piece of wood flew directly through the carriage curtain.
Even the coachman didn’t see it—its speed was astonishing.
Nangong Li frowned, quickly reaching out to catch the wood just as it was about to strike his face.
A shadow guard shouted, “Protect the master!”
The other shadow guards also appeared, drawing their swords and surrounding the stopped carriage.
They waited for a long time, but not a single figure appeared. They exchanged glances, looking puzzled.
Nangong Li looked at the wood in his hand. “Where did this come from? This was meant to disfigure this prince!”
An Yi stepped forward. “Master, there’s no sign of assassins outside.”
Nangong Li handed the foot-long piece of wood to An Yi.
An Yi examined it. “Master, this is just an ordinary piece of wood. I don’t see anything unusual about it.”
“No matter, let’s go.”
The carriage continued on its way.
After smashing the main gate, Feng Qianqian happily walked out with Mingyue.
A servant quickly ran toward Second Concubine’s courtyard.
Nangong Li casually lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside, noticing that the gate of the Prime Minister’s Mansion had collapsed.
Somewhat puzzled, he said, “An Yi, is the Prime Minister’s Mansion planning to rebuild its gate? This prince remembers that the mansion just replaced its gate last month. Chancellor Feng’s tastes are indeed unusual—he enjoys changing gates for no reason.”