Yang Feng adopted Ling Hua's arrogant tone. "Ling Bo, I'm fine! That little beast Ling Juekong severely wounded me during the trial and knocked me off a cliff! But after I fell, I encountered another stroke of fortune. Give me some time, and I'll recover my strength—perhaps even become stronger than before!"
"Young Master, it's good that you're back! Good that you're back! Oh, right, this old servant heard that brat Ling Juekong actually dared to attack you, so I had Miss Mu Yue brought to our manor."
Butler Ling Mu smiled kindly and clapped his hands.
Led by two maidservants, an incomparably beautiful young woman approached with a fragrant breeze. She had long black hair, stood around 1.73 meters tall, and possessed an oval face and skin white as jade, blending pure innocence with seductive charm.
The sight left Yang Feng speechless. This is outright kidnapping. If I were Ling Juekong, I'd definitely slap this Ling Mu to death. But he's one of my people now, so it wouldn't be appropriate to touch him.
Ling Mu was an Emperor-level powerhouse. He had watched Ling Hua grow up and regarded him as his own son, spoiling him to the heavens—if Ling Hua asked for stars, he would never hand him the moon instead. Over the years, no one knew how many times he had cleaned up Ling Hua's messes.
Mu Yue's face turned pale as she glared at Yang Feng, gritting her teeth. "Ling Hua! If you force yourself on me, I'll die before I submit!"
"Then go die."
Yang Feng tossed out the words coldly.
Mu Yue's pretty face immediately went white, disbelief flickering in her beautiful eyes. In the past, whenever she said this, Ling Hua would soften and obey her every whim. Yet Yang Feng was now