Chapter 858: Chapter 598 Grand Finale (Part Eight)
It was a sunny day.
When the sun comes out in winter, there’s always a hint of joy. However, she was dressed in mourning clothes, her veil pure white, and her whole person as thin as a paper, fluttering in the wind like a trembling gauze, looking somber.
"Sister, how have you been?"
Feng Yun couldn’t help but smile upon seeing her.
If Feng Ying hadn’t come, she would almost have forgotten.
She and Wen Xingsu were truly siblings, both having crawled out of Lady Chen’s womb.
"Why is Consort Xian not enjoying her noble life at Qi Palace, but coming to flaunt her power in front of me?"
"Mother is dead." Feng Ying still spoke softly, with no emotion detectable in her voice, yet hatred was clearly etched in her tone, even her breath was filled with loathing.
Feng Yun raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Is that so?"
"She died in the dungeon, took her own life."
Feng Yun didn’t expect Xiao San to do such a thing.
But as for sympathy, naturally, there was none.
She looked at Feng Ying and revealed a hint of a smile, "You wished for it, and now you have it."
Feng Ying wasn’t angry nor did she refute, her eyes filled with some added malice.
"Father is also dead."
The smile on Feng Yun’s face slightly faded.
She looked at Feng Ying, "How did he die?"
Feng Ying took a letter out of her sleeve and handed it to her, "You caused his death."
Strictly speaking, Feng Jingteng died at the hands of his concubine — Jin Shuang.
Before he died, he was still dreaming of becoming the imperial father-in-law, going everywhere to lobby people, old families, old colleagues, trying to persuade Wen Xingsu to rescue Feng Yun...
In chaotic times, a petty man of his sort would not play any crucial role, and Wen Xingsu would not care much about him.
But it all went wrong because Feng Yun told him... the truth about Wen Xian’s death.
That was Wen Xingsu’s father, who had the deepest influence on him during his youth, his dearest and beloved father.
Feng Jingteng benefited greatly from his handsome appearance.
It was also this good look that led to his affair with the Chen Family, which ultimately resulted in Wen Xian’s death...
Feng Yun was surprised for a long time before coming back to her senses.
Not because of Feng Jingteng’s pathetic yet sinful life, but because of Jin Shuang and Pin Shuang...
They were both working for Wen Xingsu?
There was a nameless fury, but it couldn’t be vented.
She and Feng Ying sat opposite each other for a long time, and they remained silent for a long time as well.
Feng Ying said, "I am the only relative my brother has left."
Feng Yun laughed while looking at her, "Those usually die miserably."
Feng Ying sneered, "If there’s dying to be done, you’ll die before me. Sister, I’ll make sure to drag you down with me."
Feng Yun looked at her face under the veil and gauze, which appeared ghostly and faintly.
She didn’t want to entertain her.
Feng Ying, this person, pretends to be a lady, pretends to be virtuous, tries very hard to play the role of being gentle and humble, and yet gets nothing from it.
Her hatred runs deep.
"Do you know, sister, I just love to see you fall from grace, become a prisoner, crash to the ground..." Feng Ying looked at Feng Yun’s haggard face, a cold smile curling her lips, filled with pleasure, "Look at you now, are you still noble? Still proud? Still invincible, Empress?"
These words sounded rather familiar.
It was as though back in that sunless Cold Palace.
Back then, Feng Ying would stand in front of her like this, speaking the most venomous words in the softest voice, each word like a sharp blade, cutting into her heart.
Fortunately, the current Feng Yun listened and felt no emotion.
What remained was only ridicule.
"I thought you only had ill intentions, didn’t expect you to be foolish and ignorant as well. So? Do you think your brother will back you up?"
Referring to your brother.
Feng Ying laughed.
She was happy to see the falling out between her and Wen Xingsu.
"Isn’t it painful? To be abandoned and betrayed by the one you love. Sister, all things in this world have a cycle of cause and effect, no one can escape it... everyone will pay for what they’ve done."
Her eyes shone with excited hatred.
Feng Yun did agree with this.
"So, you were abandoned by Xiao San? Oh, and he also killed your mother. Tsk, it’s pitiful."
She really knew how to hit where it hurt in Feng Ying.
Feng Ying indeed changed in expression, her breathing slowed, and she was grinding her teeth.
"Xiao San will meet his end, just as you will, none of you will die well."
Feng Yun laughed mockingly, "A life is just a life. How does it matter how one dies?"
Feng Ying’s mouth curled into a strange smile, "Sister, there is a difference between deaths. Sometimes, living can be worse than dying..."
She laughed cheerfully, "I will sell you to those wandering through states and prefectures, to the hundreds of performers. They will dress you specially, put you in a custom jar, exposing only that once extremely noble face of yours, or cut off your limbs, turn you into a dwarf with a beautiful head, to be paraded around, cheered by everyone..."
Feng Yun curled her lips, "Ruthless."
Feng Ying: "Beg for mercy? Perhaps if you beg, I might show some pity, let you die quickly..."
Feng Yun pursed her lips, a cold smile forming.
"Why don’t you go ahead and do it? Is it that you don’t dare?"
It’s nothing more than a threat because she doesn’t dare to.
"If you dare to touch a single finger of mine, your good brother will eat you alive, believe it or not?"
Her composure and sharpness inexplicably irritated Feng Ying.
Because she wasn’t wrong...
Wen Xingsu would not allow her to harm Feng Yun.
She grew to hate it, to hate immensely.
One, two...
Why do all men side with Feng Yun, go crazy for her?
Feng Ying, embarrassed and enraged, seeing the smile on Feng Yun’s face, even though she was thinner, and worn-out, she still looked like a seductress, alluring...
It’s precisely this face that charms men to their souls...
Thinking of Xiao Cheng, thinking of Wen Xingsu, thinking of all the affection she lost, she suddenly extended her nails, lunging to scratch Feng Yun’s face.
Feng Yun had been watching her closely.
Seeing this, she deftly sidestepped, and pushed her with the flow.
Feng Ying thus slammed heavily against the wall.
Bang!
Ah!
Crash, scream.
Puyang Yi heard it from the doorway.
She thought Feng Yun had suffered a loss, her face changed immediately.
"Get out of my way!"
The guards wouldn’t let her in, asking her to show a Token.
Puyang Yi angrily cursed.
"Blind fools, look at who I am? I’ll report to my husband and have your heads later."
She threw the Token at the guard’s face, angrily barging in with two maids.
Feng Yun stood under the corridor watching her.
Listening to her cursing, unmoved.
Seeing her come over, still didn’t move.
Puyang Yi rushed and supported her, "Are you alright?"
Feng Yun glanced at her then at Feng Ying, "What’s the occasion today, you came together?"
Puyang Yi then turned her head and gave Feng Ying a glance.
"Why are you here, who allowed you to come?"
Feng Ying coldly sneered, "If Sister-in-law can come, why can’t I? I am my brother’s sister, own sister, and you? Ha ha!"
A ha ha carried a deep meaning.
Puyang Yi was furious and seething.
"What are you? To lecture me?"
Feng Ying, not angry, curled her lips, displaying an expression of generous magnanimity, "If I were you, sister-in-law, I wouldn’t come to such an inauspicious place, maybe it affects conceiving?"
Hitting where it hurts the most.
Puyang Yi was agitated to the point of her face turning pale, yet felt powerless.
Feng Ying still relentlessly provoked her, "Heard sister-in-law has been brewing soup and making tea frequently these days, drilling into my brother’s room every day, is this... still not pregnant yet? I think, stop trying so hard, instead of trying to expand the Wen Family lineage, have my brother take in a few more concubine rooms..."
"Scram! Get out of my sight!" Puyang Yi was frantic and furious.
Just like Feng Yun could precisely anger Feng Ying to the point of death.
In front of Feng Ying, Puyang Yi’s quick temper was far from sufficient.
A few words, provoked her into a rage, losing all her grace.
Feng Yun stopped Puyang Yi, with a slight, teasing smile, "County Lord, what’s the point of getting angry, losing your dignity by arguing with a spurned woman who remains a virgin after many years of marriage."
Feng Ying was silenced.
Feng Yun: "Just a bastard-born daughter, one that can’t make it to the stage."
Feng Ying left in anger.
Puyang Yi sighed in relief, with reddened eyes, hugged Feng Yun.
"Lady Yun, you have suffered. He sent me to check on you, to chat with you."
Feng Yun understood.
It was her half-dead appearance that startled Wen Xingsu.
He feared she might die from grief, therefore he, out of kindness.
Feng Yun slightly smiled, "Now that you’ve seen, you can leave."
"Lady Yun..."
Puyang Yi, watching her nonchalant demeanor, inexplicably shed tears, "If I had known earlier, I would have come sooner..."
Feng Yun looked at her, dispassionately, "What would it change, even if you came?"
Puyang Yi pursed her lips, her loose garment gently swaying in the breeze...
She had also lost a lot of weight.
"Initially, I thought he loved you as a brother loves a sister, like my brother loves me..."
Puyang Yi murmured and suddenly laughed, "I didn’t expect him to have such thoughts, to want to possess you. Lady Yun, I’m sorry, I came late..."
Feng Yun watched the teary mist rise in her eyes, silently.
Puyang Yi grabbed her hand, looking her up and down, eyes burning, "That brute... he, he didn’t do anything to you, did he?"
Feng Yun knew what she was worried about.
She thought that being confined here by Wen Xingsu would entail some matters between a man and a woman.
Feng Yun shook her head, "No."
The relief in Puyang Yi’s brow was visibly relaxing.
Women of the inner court always care about these matters, whether a man has been with someone else, in her view, it is of utmost importance...
Feng Yun looked at this once-arrogant and precious young lady in front of her, now trained by Wen Xingsu like a housecat, sighed softly.
"Pingyuan, do you regret?"
Puyang Yi did not answer.
She glanced at the guards’ side, pulled Feng Yun, then walked inside, gesturing to the two maids.
"Close the door!"
Born noble, once famous for her unruliness, the guards exchanged a look, silently retreating outside, not saying a word.
Two maids closed the door, standing to one side.
No others were in the room, Puyang Yi whispered:
"Lady Yun, what’s your plan?"
Feng Yun smiled, "I have difficulty leaving the courtyard, what plans can I have?"
Puyang Yi pressed her lips forcefully, "My brother and I plan to rescue you."
