The Marquis's Magnanimity

Green mountains, clear waters, white clouds, emerald bamboo.

This was a tranquil valley. A thatched cottage stood here, with bamboo fencing and a thatched roof. At that moment, two little birds perched atop the cottage, nuzzling and playing as they chirped away.

Creak.

With a soft sound, a wooden gate was pushed open. Startled by the noise, the two birds immediately took flight and vanished into the bamboo grove after a few flaps of their wings.

A person staggered into the small courtyard, trembling and swaying with every step. His footsteps were both heavy and unsteady. Drops of blood fell with each pace, scattering across the ground like fallen plum blossoms. Yet before he had taken more than a few steps, he pitched forward and collapsed. Then he fell completely silent, as though dead.

The cottage door was flung open, and a wisp of green drifted to the unconscious man's side. Her agile movements and graceful figure made it clear that she was a woman.

Anxiously, she turned him over.

The man was exceedingly handsome, but his face was as pale as snow, clearly showing extreme weakness. At the spot over his heart was a bloody hole the size of a thumb, blood gurgling continuously from it.

No one would have imagined that this man, so weak he could not even open his eyes, was Sha Fenghou, the great leader of the Marquis Manor—someone whose mere stomp could make the university tremble three times!

And that woman in the ancient green dress... if Chong Ming had been here, he would have been utterly shocked at first sight. Her appearance was exactly identical to Kong Ming's! But upon a second look, one would notice the difference. This woman merely looked exactly like Kong Ming—nothing more!

"Lord Marquis! Lord Marquis!?" The woman