Feng Ying remained silent, only smiling foolishly.
"You," Lou Yingyu pointed at the panicked servant behind Feng Ying and asked with disdain, "What's wrong with your young master?"
The servant stammered, "I... I don't know either."
Lou Yingyu: "...?"
Lou Yingyu decided to scare him, " Songhua, just throw this guy into the river to feed the fish."
Songhua was a personal bodyguard that Lou Ming had specially arranged for Lou Yingyu. She clasped her hands in response and was about to grab the servant's collar.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?"
Feng Ying got up and held the servant tightly in her arms.
The servant was moved to tears, "Young Master..."
[It's unbearable to look at.]
[Is Feng Ying now developing feelings for his own servant? Has he become gay?]
[Tsk tsk tsk, Yang Rong will be driven mad by him.]
Feng Ying suddenly stood up, startling Tong Aning. The three of them simultaneously increased the distance between themselves and Feng Ying.
Feng Ying cried out, "My heart is breaking! No matter what I do, my mother doesn't support me. She only ever says that Feng Chu is so good. But what's so good about Feng Chu? I'm my mother's real child!"
Feng Ying cried, tears streaming down her face, wiping them away without any regard for her image.
Tong Aning: "..."
[How much alcohol did she drink? And... Yang Rong would say Feng Chu is good? Am I hallucinating?]
[Haven't she always wanted to spoil Feng Chu so that Feng Ying could take over?]
As she mentally grumbled this, Tong Aning suddenly glanced at Feng Ying and sighed, "She's utterly hopeless."
Feng Ying: "..."
Yang Rong arrived. She rushed over after receiving the news, but she was surprised to find Tong Aning and the other two there as well. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Tong Aning: "Hey, your mother's here. You can ask her yourself now."
Yang Rong squinted, her face full of suspicion. "What are you asking? Miss Tong, are you deliberately trying to sow discord between me and my son?"
Tong Aning said, "I'm not that free."
Lou Yingyu laughed heartily, taking Tong Aning's arm. "Yes, our little Aning has to study medicine every day and help out at the shop, unlike Feng Ying, who's always chasing monkeys or flirting with the servants."
Upon hearing this, the servant quickly separated from Feng Ying.
Yang Rong's face turned green with anger. "Don't think that just because you're the daughter of the Prime Minister, I can't do anything to you."
Lou Yingyu blinked. "What can you do? Even Lord Feng would have to address me as Prime Minister Chancellor Lou in front of my father."
"You..."
[Sigh, still arguing with Yingyu here, unaware that their house is about to be robbed.]
[ Feng Bo didn't go home last night; he actually stayed at Spring Breeze House and is currently preparing to redeem someone from prostitution.]
Lou Yingyu thought to herself, "Wow, this is amazing! This Feng Bo is really a scoundrel."
Azhu: "Look, isn't that Lord Feng?"
Lou Yingyu glanced at Azhu and thought, "Well, you've got a quick reaction."
Upon hearing this, Yang Rong walked to the window and happened to see Feng Bo coming out of Spring Breeze House with a beautiful woman in his arms.
She slammed her fist on the windowsill, her eyes bloodshot.
The personal maidservant said worriedly, "Madam..."
Yang Rong said viciously, "Let's go, I want to see who's so shameless."
Yang Rong came in a whirlwind and left in a whirlwind, leaving behind only the neglected Feng Ying.
Lou Yingyu dragged Azhu and Tong Aning along to watch the excitement.
Feng Bo was gently asking the person in his arms if they were cold when he suddenly heard someone calling him.
When Feng Bo looked over and met Yang Rong's face, his brow twitched involuntarily. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to pick up Ying'er," Yang Rong said naturally as she walked up to Feng Bo. She asked, "And who is this?"
Feng Bo coughed lightly, "Don't ask anymore."
In front of Feng Bo, Yang Rong pretended to be the head of the household, gentle and virtuous. According to Feng Bo's expectations of Yang Rong, Yang Rong would not only not ask any more questions, but would also go to the trouble of covering for him.
But now, Yang Rong insisted on asking.
"My lord, who is she?"
Feng Bo was getting annoyed. "Didn't I tell you? Stop asking."
"Wow, a dignified marquis, sneaking off to Spring Breeze House behind his wife's back, and now he's been caught red-handed by her, and he's even scolding her."
Lou Yingyu's expression was exaggerated, as if she wanted to call everyone over.
Feng Bo went to see Lou Yingyu, his expression displeased. "... What are you doing?"
Lou Yingyu stood tall and proud, showing no fear of him, declaring, "Upholding justice."
Feng Bo stared at Lou Yingyu with a sinister look. He considered his options for a moment. He really couldn't afford to offend this daughter of the Chancellor Lou, so he said with a wry smile, " Miss Lou, please give me some face."
Tong Aning: "Huh, do you even have any dignity left?"
Feng Bo: "..."
The three people stood together hand in hand, all staring at him, clearly targeting him.
Feng Bo regretted not checking the almanac before leaving home, but he had been under immense pressure lately and desperately needed to relieve it.
[Huh, does he really think that? How disgusting.]
[He was also under a lot of pressure. He originally had a son and a daughter, and a harmonious marriage—what a wonderful life! He just ruined it all.]
[He remarried, which was one thing, but he remained indifferent to his second wife's mistreatment of his son and daughter. Now, his children have all left, and he's back here seeking pleasure.]
Yang Rong said sternly, "I'll ask you one more time, who is she?"
Feng Bo, unable to bear it any longer, said, " Yang Rong, can you please stop being so jealous?"
Yang Rong's eyes widened, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. Pointing at herself, she asked, "I'm jealous? Feng Bo, you said it yourself, you just like me possessing you!"
Tong Aning hissed.
I have a feeling that Feng Bo might have some unusual hobbies?
" Yang Rong, that's enough," he said, pulling Yang Rong's hand. "Can't we talk about this at home? Is it really necessary to make such a scene?"
Just then, Feng Ying came over, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed forward, shouting, "Let go of my mother!!!"
It knocked Feng Bo to the ground.
Tong Aning stared in disbelief, while Azhu applauded Feng Ying in a daze.
Feng Ying shielded Yang Rong behind her, saying, "Although my mother doesn't like me, no one is allowed to bully her."
Yang Rong then realized that Feng Ying was already taller than her, standing in front of her like a small mountain.
Yang Rong was both pleased and annoyed. "When has your mother ever disliked you?"
Feng Ying scratched her head.
Why does Feng Bo have so many strange marks on his arm?
Feng Bo fell to the ground in a sorry state. The person he had been holding came to pull him up. He reached out, and his sleeve slipped down, revealing an arm covered in red marks, as if someone had burned him with a candle.
[No way... they're playing this fancy game?]
Tell me, tell me!
[A whip, a rope, and candles...]
Some people don't understand, while others have already grasped the meaning.
Lou Yingyu and Azhu looked at Tong Aning with the innocent gazes of two little white rabbits, their eyes filled with expectation and doubt, wanting Tong Aning to say more.
Tong Aning could no longer bear to look at it.
[Luckily, this is just watching the drama unfold; there's no visual impact.]
[But he and Yang Rong have been married for so many years, how could Yang Rong not know?]
Yang Rong was puzzled by the marks on Feng Bo's hands. Thinking back to the strange whip marks on Feng Bo's back these past few days, she suddenly understood something.
No wonder Feng Bo was unwilling to share a bed with her, and even when he was taking a bath, he was wary of her. One day, when Feng Bo was taking a bath, Yang Rong thoughtfully went to bring him clothes, but he flew into a rage and kicked Yang Rong out.
So all that was to cover up such a shameful secret.
Yang Rong pointed at Feng Bo and said loudly, " Feng Bo, Jingruo is right, you really are no good."
Feng Bo frantically covered the marks on his arm, unable to defend himself.
When Feng Jingruo learned about this, she was preparing a gift.
Upon hearing this, she simply smiled and said, "He deserved this fate long ago."
"Madam, you..." Yan Yunze hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
Feng Jingruo turned to look at him, "You think I'd be sad?"
Yan Yunze nodded.
Feng Jingruo calmly said, "Instead of wasting time on this kind of thing, you should be kinder to yourself."
Yan Yunze's eyes crinkled into a smile as he wrapped his arms around Feng Jingruo's waist, saying, "Madam is right."
Feng Jingruo scolded him, "Stop fooling around. Tomorrow is the wedding banquet of Lord Cen of the Jingzhao Prefecture. I've already prepared the gift, so don't forget it."
"Good."
*
Tong Aning has attended countless wedding banquets, but every time she's either gossiping or just watching the drama unfold. Today... there probably won't be any gossip to watch, right?
Wen Taofei and Cen Yu are both very good people.
The sounds of music and celebration drew closer; the groom was returning with his bride.
Cen Yu's mother, Wen Rui, said, "Good, good, good, I've finally waited for this day."
He was even happier than Cen Yu.
"They're here, they're here."
Wen Rui got up, Tong Aning also peeked out.
[Wow, Lord Cen looks so handsome in his wedding attire!]
[ Miss Wen is so beautiful... I don't know which one to envy more.]
Cen Yu said in a low voice, "This Miss Tong..."
Wen Taofei smiled and said, " Miss Tong is my benefactor; you mustn't speak ill of her."
Cen Yu repeatedly replied, "Yes, yes, yes."
With her beloved person right beside her and a room full of friends, Wen Taofei felt as sweet as honey in her heart.
After the wedding ceremony, Wen Taofei was led to her room.
Cen Yu instructed someone to send some food to the new house so that Wen Taofei wouldn't go hungry. When he turned around, he saw Tong Aning and Xue Lin.
Tong Aning blinked, " Lord Cen is so thoughtful."
Cen Yu chuckled softly, "Please, Miss Tong and Heir Xue, take your seats."
Tong Aning and Xue Lin followed Cen Yu outside.
Tong Aning couldn't drink alcohol, so her glass contained fruit syrup.
When Cen Yu came to offer a toast, she glanced at Cen Yu glass, [This isn't right, is it?]
There was a moment of silence.
What's going on?
Could it be that Cen Yu also has some gossip?
Everyone was listening intently, and even Cen Yu himself was extremely nervous. He asked, "What's wrong, Miss Tong?"
Tong Aning shook her head, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I wish you a long and happy marriage."
Cen Yu a sigh of relief and agreed with a smile.
[Sigh, it seems Lord Cen's wine glass also contains fruit syrup. It's best not to call him out on it, or he'll lose face.]
Cen Yu: "..."
Everyone suddenly realized, oh, so Cen Yu was just trying to get the drinks for free.