"Are you all right?" Fu Qingfeng looked at Ning Caichen and asked softly.
"I-I'm fine," Ning Caichen said.
"Your nose is bleeding, and your eye socket is swollen. Are you sure you're fine?" Fu Qingfeng asked doubtfully.
Ning Caichen wiped his nose and saw blood on his hand. He hurriedly wiped it again. "It's nothing. Just a minor injury."
Fu Qingfeng suddenly smiled, finding this scholar rather interesting—and rather foolish.
She looked up toward her younger sister and saw that Fu Yuechi had already knocked all the household retainers to the ground. She was now stepping on that young master's head.
"You bitch, how dare you step on my head! My father is Duke Cao Li Shan! I'm the Third Young Master of the Duke's Mansion! You dare step on my head? You're dead! Your whole family is dead! I won't let you off!" With his head pinned beneath someone's foot, the young master still kept shouting threats.
Fu Yuechi snorted coldly. "So what if your father is Duke Cao Li Shan? Let me tell you, my father is Minister of War Fu Tianchou. You want to wipe out my whole family? I wonder if you have what it takes!"
The young master immediately fell silent.
Minister of War Fu Tianchou—forget him, even his father could not afford to provoke him. Damn it, he had run into an iron wall this time.
"Hmph!"
Seeing that he had finally quieted down, Fu Yuechi snorted and removed her foot. She returned to her sister's side and glanced at Ning Caichen, who was still lying on the ground. His eyes were fixed tightly on her sister, barely even moving.
"Elder Sister, could this scholar have been beaten stupid?" Fu Yuechi asked.
"Probably not." Fu Qingfeng smiled.
She gave Ning Caichen a slight nod.