The dispute at Changcui Garden ended badly, with everyone parting on bad terms. Mu Wange, jealous of Feng Jin, broke off all ties with Hua Mancheng, while Feng Yao unsurprisingly became the one who benefited in the end.

Since leaving the Prince Jing's mansion in a huff, Mu Wange has stayed indoors all day, spending her days in melancholy and neglecting even her beloved fighting and martial arts. In just a few days, she has lost a lot of weight and is no longer as radiant as before.

On this day, Feng Yao took the initiative to visit the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, only to plan for her own interests.

Seeing Mu Wange leaning against the wall on the bed in the room, looking completely haggard, she was immediately startled. She quickly stepped forward and waved her hand in front of Mu Wange's eyes, "Princess! Are you alright?"

Raising her eyes slightly, Mu Wange slowly got up from the bed. She composed herself and saw that the person who came was Feng Yao. Her pale face turned even colder: "I remember now, you are Feng Jin's younger sister, aren't you?"

Before the other party could reply, Mu Wange continued to press on, unwilling to give up: "Did you come here specifically to avenge Feng Jin?"

At this point, her expression unconsciously changed: "Princess, what are you saying? I, Feng Yao, am now a royal consort, how could I possibly stand with a woman like her who sleeps with anyone?"

"So what is it that you came all this way to see me?" Mu Wange looked at her with suspicion, her confusion growing.

“Let’s not beat around the bush. It’s because the princess and I share the same goals and have a common enemy to target.” Feng Yao slowly turned her head and met Mu Wange’s eyes. Suddenly, she gave a strange and sinister smile: “The princess must be very curious as to why I would have such hostility towards my own sister, right?”

"The reason I so strongly want to get rid of her goes back to the beginning. My sister has been good at pretending since she was a child. In order to win our father's favor, she pretended to be stupid and foolish, but she often ostracized me in secret. Later, in order to prevent me from entering the palace, she did not hesitate to sell her body and use her seductive skills to seduce the emperor in public. That's how she managed to squeeze into the palace and seize the position of Imperial Attendant. Tell me, who would be willing to be schemed against like that and remain indifferent?"

By the end, Feng Yao's tone had completely changed. She even felt that these words weren't directed at Feng Jin, but rather that every sentence hit her right where it hurt.

Slowly straightening up and stepping aside, Mu Wange stared at the string of white jade bracelets in her palm, her eyes flashing with cold light. "This woman is indeed not simple. No wonder she has my cousin and Hua Mancheng so infatuated with her."

Feng Yao followed closely behind, gently supporting Mu Wange's shoulders, her emotions unusually excited: "If the princess is unwilling, why not go all in and get rid of Feng Jin, this thorn in her side?"

“I’m afraid that won’t do,” Mu Wange said, her mind in turmoil and her anger growing. “Because she’s pregnant now, my cousin is already very worried. Do you want me to risk being abandoned by everyone and kill her now?” With that, she shoved Feng Yao hard, causing her to stumble and fall awkwardly.

"Fighting and brawling are just children's games. In the adult world, if you want to target someone, you only need to subtly scheme and you can easily take them down." Feng Yao staggered to her feet, and gradually, a sinister smile appeared on her face. "If you want to bring down Feng Jin, you must find her Achilles' heel and deliver a fatal blow, for example... by tampering with things at the Jici Academy..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wange's heart skipped a beat. She turned her head, her sharp gaze falling on Feng Yao, and her expression became increasingly strange.

At this moment, her thoughts had already soared to the heavens.

Prince Jing's Mansion

Recently, perhaps due to the effects of her pregnancy, Feng Jin has been feeling restless and uneasy, which has made her lose her appetite and sleep. Meanwhile, Mu Beichen has been busy with matters in the military camp and has hardly had time to visit her. Therefore, Hua Mancheng has been trying to please Feng Jin under the pretext of reporting on official business.

Behind the Prince Jing's Mansion, the scenery is picturesque. A vast forest of maple trees stands on the other side of the river, their branches swaying gently in the wind, and fallen leaves fluttering to the ground. The brilliant red maple leaves reflect a myriad of rays of light around them.

Hua Mancheng held a long sword gleaming with a blue light, raising it horizontally into the air. The surroundings were utterly silent. As the sword suddenly rose, he lightly flicked his snow-white sleeves, his body leaping into the air, swiftly chasing the sword's edge, his movements as agile as a swimming dragon. He met the attack with his sword, and a rain of maple leaves fell from the sky, like raindrops pattering on duckweed. In an instant, the sword was sheathed, and he vanished without a trace.

Feng Jin looked around several times, and finally saw Hua Mancheng suddenly fly out from the maple forest on the other side. Her snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, making her dizzy. When she looked up again, Hua Mancheng's figure was already within arm's reach.

He held up a pure white lotus flower, presented it to Feng Jin with both hands, and smiled slightly, saying, "This is for you."

Taking the lotus flower from Hua Mancheng's hand, Feng Jin smiled as brightly as the spring sunshine: "Thank you, I'll accept this gift."

Looking closely at Feng Jin's smiling face, he also laughed heartily: "Ah Chen has been busy with official duties lately. I was afraid that the Princess Consort would be bored staying alone in the mansion, so I specially came up with some little tricks just to make the Princess Consort smile."

"Hua Mancheng, your swordsmanship is unfathomable and your moves are ever-changing. It truly amazes me. You are indeed worthy of being called the renowned swordsman, Young Master Cheng!" Feng Jin looked up at Hua Mancheng, her eyes filled with admiration for him. A bright and dazzling light gradually appeared on her pretty oval face.

Hua Mancheng hurriedly lowered his eyes and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Highness is too kind. I only used a little trick."

"This sword has been with me since childhood. Now, I give it to you, hoping that this Shadowless Sword can accompany you, a great hero, and make you famous throughout the world." Feng Jin smiled brightly, her lips slightly parted, and with a flick of her jade fingers, the Shadowless Sword burst forth from her sleeve in an instant.

Just as the flying sword was about to take flight, the white figure was already within arm's reach.

This sword held extraordinary significance for her, not only as a childhood memory but also as her father's lifelong hope for her. He generously gifted the sword because she knew very well what kind of person Hua Mancheng was. His character was like this lotus flower, pure and flawless. Feng Jin also firmly believed that the Jueying Sword would be put to good use in his hands.

With a slight shift of her gaze, Feng Jin's long eyelashes curled upwards, and her bright eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

Hua Mancheng, dressed in white with ink-black hair, knelt on one knee, holding a three-foot-long sword horizontally in both hands. He gazed at the blade that emitted a holy light for a long time, his heart as firm as a rock.

He also knew that Feng Jin's gift of the sword was of great significance, and at this moment he was even more determined to follow her for life.