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Feng Yinxiao grew increasingly curious. If Yun Kexin had saved him earlier due to a "heart-to-heart connection," then how could she so easily "capture" his desire for "an eye for an eye" at this moment?
"Yun Kexin, I promise you," he said, suppressing the many questions in his heart, smiling as he continued, "Don't be nervous, and don't worry. However—" Feng Yinxiao furrowed his brow, seemingly concerned. "There is something I must do."
As he spoke, a trace of chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes. Yun Kexin was secretly startled but maintained her composure on the surface. "Young Lord, do you mean…"
"To kill the chicken to scare the monkey!" Feng Yinxiao pronounced each word deliberately.
In an instant, Yun Kexin felt her heart leap to her throat. She couldn't pinpoint what she was feeling; she just felt very sad and anxious. She didn't understand why she was so worried about him getting into trouble, wanting him to avoid the cold-blooded killings of his past life because everything came at a price. She didn't want him to have any mishaps.
Seeing Yun Kexin suddenly pale, Feng Yinxiao thought he had frightened her and squeezed his palm, repeatedly apologizing, "Yun Kexin, it's my fault for not explaining clearly. I just want to teach some people a lesson, and also, I'm worried about my Father. I want to understand the situation better. If anyone dares to stop me, I won't be 'polite'!"
Yun Kexin was taken aback: his Father? Duke of Wind! She revealed a look that left Feng Yinxiao even more confused as she hesitantly spoke, "Young Lord, there is something I can no longer hide from you." She gazed into his deep black eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, "Yesterday, there was good news at the Duke of Yan's Residence. Your Father, Duke of Wind, has legitimized Concubine Zhuo Min. She is now your Stepmother..."
"What?" Feng Yinxiao's bright eyes instantly darkened with disbelief, stammering, "No, this is impossible! My Mother has just passed away; my Father should observe mourning for three years for her..."
"Young Lord, I know you are shocked and saddened," even after suffering a heavy blow the day before, Yun Kexin had never seen Feng Yinxiao in such deep pain. Her heart involuntarily grew heavy with his sorrow. "But this has already happened. I just hope you won't act impulsively."
She had tried her best to be gentle and hoped he would understand.
"I understand," Feng Yinxiao nodded absently, seemingly lost in thought. He looked past Yun Kexin, gazing into the distance. "Yun Kexin, I need to leave for Tian Zhuang immediately. Wait for me."
"Young Lord, where are you going?" Yun Kexin asked softly.
"My Father and Concubine are celebrating; how can I not go as the legitimate son?!" Feng Yinxiao frowned sarcastically.
"Alright, I'll wait for you." Yun Kexin looked at him firmly.
A slight smile appeared on Feng Yinxiao's lips as he gazed deeply into her eyes for a moment before turning to leave.
As it turned out, things were just as Yun Kexin had said. The Duke of Yan's Residence had just finished hosting a celebratory banquet, decorated with lanterns and filled with the character for "joy." As soon as Feng Yinxiao approached the entrance of the residence, he could feel an unusual atmosphere that made his heart sink further.
"Stop! Who are you?!" Two guards appeared at the gate and blocked the way of the tall horse that Feng Yinxiao was riding, preventing him from entering the residence.
Feng Yinxiao was momentarily stunned: how could the guards at the residence not recognize him? Upon closer inspection, he realized that all the guards had been replaced! Remembering that night in the ancestral hall when Uncle told him that his father had severed their father-son relationship, a wave of resentment and discontent flooded his heart... What was there to be polite about?!
Feng Yinxiao narrowed his ink-black eyes, his expression cold. Without turning back, he said in a chilling voice, "Those who block my path will die!"
"You reckless fool, dismount and accept your death!" One of the guards brandished his spear and lunged at Feng Yinxiao with great force.
But the guard's spear was no match for Feng Yinxiao's sword. In the blink of an eye, he had snatched the spear from the guard's hands and accurately thrust it into the guard's chest. Then he lifted the guard's entire body and forcefully threw him toward the residence. The guard spewed a fountain of blood mid-air, screaming as he fell into the courtyard.
One nearby guard was so stunned that he turned pale and fled into the residence—
"Capture the assassin! Capture the assassin!"
Feng Yinxiao charged into the Duke of Yan's Residence on his tall steed. Any guard who tried to stop him was met with a swift strike to the throat before they could even shout a warning. Stepping over bodies, Feng Yinxiao continued to rush forward. Waves of guards surged toward him like a tide. In a glance, he recognized these attendants as those who had obeyed Uncle's orders to harm him that night. His anger surged even more, and his sword moved faster than lightning. He was blinded by rage; soon, the air was filled with screams and the stench of blood—bodies lay sprawled around the corridors, near the rockery, and along the stone bridge railings, blood flowing freely. Eventually, no guards dared to step forward to meet their deaths; they all dropped their weapons and fled in panic.
"Stop!" A grim voice rang out. "What are you doing?!"
Feng Yinxiao halted his swinging sword and shifted his gaze from the pile of corpses toward the source of the voice. Jiangyin Marquis Feng Hongwen was rushing over, furious and gritting his teeth as he shouted at him.
"Didn't Uncle see? I heard that Father and Aunt Zhuo are celebrating; as a legitimate son, how could I not show some sign? 'A gesture' is meant as respect!" Feng Yinxiao smirked slightly, his voice still cultured and magnetic as always. However, a glint of bloodthirsty coldness flashed in his eyes, sending shivers down Jiangyin Marquis and the fleeing guards.
"You!" Seeing the bodies scattered throughout the residence, Feng Hongwen felt both fear and anger. "What do you want?"
"I want to see Father!" Feng Yinxiao coldly stated without looking at Feng Hongwen.
"What do you want to see your elder brother for?" Feng Hongwen's tone betrayed his unease and defensiveness. "I told you—"
"I'm saying it one last time: I want to see Father!" Feng Yinxiao's icy gaze swept over Jiangyin Marquis as he interrupted Feng Hongwen without courtesy. "If not..."
"What will you do?" Jiangyin Marquis asked furiously, nearly popping his eyes out.
"I will use the heads of your attendants as lanterns for Duke of Yan's Residence!" Feng Yinxiao's expression revealed no joy or anger; his tone was devoid of emotion. Yet this statement stirred up a storm within Feng Hongwen's heart. Feng Yinxiao then coldly mocked, "Do not test my patience."
Jiangyin Hou took a sharp breath, not bothering to ask Feng Yinxiao how he escaped from the Ice Cellar. Having witnessed his ruthless side, he feared that if Feng Yinxiao hadn't held back, it was uncertain whether the guards could have captured him at all. He thought that with the Family Law punishment and the "freezing" of the Ice Cellar, this child would surely not survive. Unexpectedly...
Feng Hongwen and Feng Yinxiao faced each other in a standoff for a moment before Feng Hongwen bit out three words through clenched teeth: "Follow me!"
Feng Yinxiao jumped off his horse, tied it up, and walked behind Jiangyin Hou. In a courtyard, Feng Yinxiao saw his long-lost father, Feng Hongrui, who was accompanied by Zhuo Min, who used to support him—once a Concubine, now a Stepmother.
"Brother, Sister-in-law, your nephew has returned to the residence," Feng Hongwen called out.
Feng Yinxiao felt his father's tall figure tremble slightly as he turned around.
"Xiao'er!" Feng Hongrui said, his eyes reddening.
Feng Yinxiao was taken aback; he had come to question his father about why any Uncle would handle him in such a way, why he had severed their father-son relationship, driven him out of the Yan Guogong residence, and even supported Aunt Zhuo as his legitimate wife while his mother's body was still warm. But before he could speak, he was stunned by the way his father addressed him.
In an instant, all his confusion and resentment towards the Duke of Feng were cast aside, and he couldn't help but call out: "Father..."
He was also surprised to find that there was no trace of joy at being a Groom on his father's face; instead, there was a look of sorrow and barely concealed anger.
"Xiao'er, you’re here. Why didn’t you—" Zhuo Min began to speak as she approached Feng Yinxiao but swallowed her words when her eyes met his cold and handsome face.
"Aunt Zhuo, I have many things to discuss with Father after not seeing him for so long. Please excuse us." Feng Yinxiao did not change his address and directly walked toward the Duke of Feng without acknowledging her.
Feng Yinxiao's cold demeanor and refusal to change how he addressed her infuriated Zhuo Min. Her nostrils flared with anger, but she forced herself to display her "maternal tolerance" with a pleasant expression.
"Well, I haven't seen Xiao'er for so long. The master has been mentioning you... Alright then, Xiao'er can talk with the master; I will take my leave," she said while giving a pointed glance at Feng Hongwen standing at the entrance before leaving together.
"Father, what’s wrong with you?" Once the two had gone far away, Feng Yinxiao finally asked.
"What do you mean 'what's wrong'?" Feng Hongrui seemed to evade the question with a counter-question.
"Father, do you still want to hide this from me?" Feng Yinxiao's calm words brewed a storm.
"Didn't you see it all?" The Duke of Wind seemed to age ten years in an instant, lacking the energy to speak. He self-deprecatingly said, "Aunt Zhuo has been legitimized; she is now your Stepmother."
"But Mother has just passed away!" Feng Yinxiao refused to believe that this was a willing act by Father, wondering if he had been coerced. "How could you... sever our father-son relationship?"
The Duke of Wind fell into a long silence, seemingly hinting, "Xiao'er, do you trust Father?"
"I do!" Feng Yinxiao blurted out without hesitation.
"It was all your Uncle's idea," Feng Hongrui glanced at Feng Yinxiao and slowly articulated, "He brought courtesans back to the residence while Mother was seriously ill and sought pleasure in the Study. You are unworthy to be a descendant of the Feng family; we should set up a shrine to deal with you!"
"So you agreed?!" Feng Yinxiao nearly shouted.
"No," Feng Hongrui shook his head. "Because I believe in Xiao'er..."
At that moment, Feng Yinxiao almost revealed everything that had happened that night to Father but thought better of it. Doing so would surely harm Yun Kexin's reputation, and Father would have a very negative impression of her. In the current Duke of Yan's Residence, he could no longer be trusted.
"Then why did you sever our father-son relationship?" Feng Yinxiao subtly shifted the topic.
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