“Young Miss…” Lingzhi trembled with fright at Feng Jin’s actions, and the words she was about to say were immediately stuck in her throat.

With her back to Lingzhi, Feng Jin took a few steps forward unhurriedly, her gaze falling on the bronze mirror. She said in a reasonable tone, "If nothing unexpected happens, the reason my good father did this is simply to use my status as the Princess Consort of Jing to pursue his own selfish interests."

Lingzhi followed her over and hurriedly advised, "In that case, Miss, you shouldn't go back to the Prime Minister's residence. Anyway, the old lady is no longer here, so there's no need for you to go back and suffer."

"Not going? Why not?" Feng Jin slowly turned her head, looking at the scenery outside the window, a cold smile blooming on her face: "Let those ants in the Feng family try to play any tricks they want, I don't care!" With that, she left the accounting room without looking back.

What is there to fear for someone who has faced life and death? Now that she has been given a second chance at life, she finds family ties cold and distant, so she simply abandons them—it's no big deal.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the sky is filled with fiery red sunset. Passing through a lush thicket of bushes, the golden sword in Mu Beichen's hand is illuminated by a beam of brilliant light, making his figure, as he leaps and dances with the sword, appear somewhat blurry.

"Lingzhi?"

Suddenly hearing hurried footsteps behind her, Lingzhi quickened her pace and stepped forward, bowing to Mu Beichen and saying, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort has asked me to pass on a message to you. Tomorrow is the day the Princess Consort returns to her parents' home. She requests that Your Highness accompany her to the Prime Minister's residence to visit her family."

Listening carefully to Lingzhi's words, Mu Beichen's eyes were fixed elsewhere, and he remained silent for a long time, while his thoughts had already flown far away.

Given Feng Jin's stubborn and fiery nature, she's bound to cause chaos in the entire Prime Minister's residence. This is going to be quite a show.

The next day, the Prime Minister's residence was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers. Feng Qingyun, accompanied by many servants, waited respectfully for Mu Beichen's arrival at the gate. The scene was comparable to receiving an imperial entourage.

At a street corner a few hundred meters from the Prime Minister's residence, Feng Jin rode alone in a sedan chair. The sedan chair bearers carried her directly to the front of the Prime Minister's residence. She slowly got out of the sedan chair, raised her head and looked at everything in front of her, a hint of coldness unconsciously showing in her eyes.

Feng Qingyun, who was originally overjoyed, immediately turned cold and stiff when he saw that only Feng Jin had appeared. He looked disappointed from the inside out.

"Where is Prince Jing?" Feng Qingyun asked, glancing behind Feng Jin as he spoke. His expression turned icy cold.

Feng Jin remained expressionless, her gaze fixed elsewhere, and slowly replied, "My lord has been busy with official duties lately and simply doesn't have the time to attend to other trivial matters. Therefore, I, as the princess consort, have taken on the responsibility of the homecoming ceremony alone. I believe that Father will not find it objectionable."

Seeing that Feng Jin's words had been spoken for quite some time, while Feng Qingyun remained silent with his head down, he finally left her with a cold blast of air and went back to his residence first.

Judging from Feng Qingyun's cold attitude towards her, one can imagine how much Feng Jin was hated in this family before. On her wedding day, the Feng family actually abandoned her at the door to be ridiculed by others for the sake of their ridiculous face.

She was always one to seek revenge. Since someone in this mansion wanted to kill her, she decided to come back and cause chaos, making sure the entire mansion was in turmoil.

She had barely stepped into the mansion when she happened to bump into Feng Yao swaying her hips as she walked over. Just as Feng Yao was about to brush past her, she saw Feng Yao deliberately twist her body, as if preparing to forcefully bump into her with her shoulder.

With a nimble turn, she caused the other person to lose their balance, and Feng Yao fell headfirst to the ground.

"Haha..." Seeing Feng Yao fall and get covered in dirt, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Feng Yao, although I am the eldest daughter of this family and now the Princess Consort of Jing, you don't need to bow to me like this!"

Feng Jin casually made a few sarcastic remarks, but these words happened to hit Feng Yao's sore spot. Now, rumors were spreading everywhere that she had been rejected by the emperor because of her lowly status, which made her afraid to even leave her house.

She glared at Feng Jin with resentment, her scarlet eyes almost shooting out flames. Wasn't it because she didn't care about this wretched princess that she gave her the position? Now that she thought about it, she really got off easy.

She rushed over to Feng Jin, her tone impatient, and said, "Feng Jin, watch your mouth. Is this how you talk to your own sister?"

Feng Jin raised an eyebrow, glanced at her casually, and chuckled softly, "Since you, Feng Yao, don't even see me, Feng Jin, what makes me a sister?" With that, she turned and walked into the courtyard.

Want to leave? No way!

"Feng Jin!" Feng Yao suddenly called out to her, and at the same time, taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she lunged forward and used her hands and feet to pin Feng Jin down. Then, she freed her other hand, raised it high, and was about to slap Feng Jin down!

However, just then, Feng Yao's wrist was suddenly gripped firmly by a long, beautiful hand, forcing her to be unable to move.

Feng Jin and Feng Yao turned their heads at the same time and saw Mu Beichen's eyes, filled with murderous intent, staring straight at Feng Yao, as if he wanted to pierce through something, which made them shudder.

With Mu Beichen's appearance, a biting wind, like that of the dead of winter, swept by, and the Prime Minister's residence, which had been filled with constant arguing just moments before, immediately fell into a deathly silence, as if it were a living hell.

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