The sounds of fighting outside the carriage continued, and Ling Feng sat there listening silently, showing no concern for the losses suffered by those carefully trained people from the Seven Kill Pavilion.
"I kill you!"
Suddenly, a person rushed to the carriage door, but she only poked her head in before Ling Feng could make a move and she rolled to the ground.
"It's all done."
With a cold expression, Su Qinghe pulled the dagger from the back of the man.
"You can come out now."
Ling Feng, however, showed no intention of getting up.
"I want to move into your house."
Looking at Su Qinghe's expressionless face, he paused and then explained.
“As long as I don’t go back, people will keep coming. I can’t resort to violence often now.”
As he spoke, he placed his hand on his stomach.
Su Qinghe stared at him for a long time before finally turning her back.
Now that everyone has made things so clear, he won't easily make a move against the men in the room.
"Nanfeng, take him back to the manor first. I'll take care of things here."
"yes."
Nanfeng didn't ask any more questions and did everything according to Su Qinghe's instructions.
Ling Feng glanced at Su Qinghe one last time, then said nothing more. He picked up Xiao Ying, who had been fighting outside, and silently lowered the carriage curtain.
Only after the carriage had gone far away did Su Qinghe begin to transport the corpse into her spatial dimension.
The entire street here is flanked by high walls of two houses on both sides. It's not in a bustling area at all; it's more like a driveway between luxury homes, so there aren't many people around.
Even if someone were to come, they would probably be scared away after seeing what just happened.
Su Qinghe quickly cleaned up the scene, even taking some time to clean up the bloodstains on the ground, before returning home once everything was in order.
This place wasn't far from her house; it would only take about fifteen minutes to walk there.
As soon as Su Qinghe stepped into the mansion, someone reported to her.
"Master, dinner is ready, and the young masters are already in the hall."
Su Qinghe responded and strode towards the hall. From afar, she saw several men sitting together, but this time there was one more.
In front of the round table.
Lin Xi and the others reacted differently to the sudden appearance of the man.
Ling Feng remained silent, his face cold as he allowed them to scrutinize him. The men huddled together, staring at each other.
"Young master, you..."
After waiting for a while, Ji Yuan finally spoke first.
He first looked at Ling Feng's loose hair. Although men from brothels also had this hairstyle except for unmarried men, his demeanor clearly indicated that he was not.
The person was brought back by Nanfeng. He didn't say anything when he entered the manor, and brought him directly in front of them. When they asked him questions, Nanfeng couldn't give them any answers.
"Is this young master a friend of my mistress?"
Ling Feng looked up and stared at him, his lips barely touching.
"Husband."
"bump!"
Ji Qingyu's teacup slid onto the table.
"you!"
He stared wide-eyed, and the moment his bottom left the stool, Qin Ange pressed him back down.
Ji Qingyu turned to look at him with a puzzled expression.
"what you do?"
Qin Ange's expression turned serious.
"Brother Qingyu, the fourth rule of the 'Men's Precepts' is to be magnanimous."
He whispered in Ji Qingyu's ear, one hand still resting steadily on his shoulder.
Ji Qingyu choked, giving him a disappointed look.
"You idiot!"
After saying that, he angrily turned his head away and refused to look at him again.
Qin Ange scratched her neck, puzzled, and then looked at the man opposite her with envy in her eyes.
He could detect traces of years of martial arts training in him.
Why is he so slender, even though they both practice martial arts? And his face, it's so handsome even when he's not smiling! No wonder the wife likes him!
Qin Ange's eyes gradually filled with little stars.
Ji Yuan and Lin Xi exchanged a glance, both looking surprised.
Could it be that the wife really brought her back from the brothel?
Lin Xi cast a questioning glance at Nan Feng, who was standing by the pillar, but Nan Feng shook his head.
"Hmm...May I ask your name, young master?" Lin Xi asked.
"Ling Feng, my lord may call me Ah Feng."
Seeing that it was Lin Xi who was asking the question, Ling Feng straightened his expression slightly.
Lin Xi was taken aback. How did he know he was the rightful husband? Did his wife tell him even this?
"Then, may I ask which family's young master Ah Feng is?"
Seeing Lin Xi lost in thought, Ji Yuan spoke again, but this time Ling Feng did not answer him.
Seeing that he was ignoring her, Ji Qingyu could no longer contain her temper.
"What 'young master'? Brother, you're giving him too much credit!"
"Listen to what he just said! He's dressed like a young lady in a traditional Chinese man's hair bun, yet he keeps calling himself the wife's husband. How shameless! I think he's more like someone who came from a brothel!"
"You...ah!"
Just as Ji Qingyu was about to speak again, a thin needle gleaming with a cold light flew past his face and embedded itself straight into the pillar behind him.
He screamed in fright and quickly covered his face with his hands.
Lin Xi and the others were also startled and quickly gathered around him to check on him.
Nanfeng quickly stepped in front of the men, drew his sword, and frowned as he looked at Xiaoying.
Without Su Qinghe's orders, she dared not act rashly.
"How dare you slander my young master!"
Seeing Ji Qingyu's face turn pale with fright, Xiaoying spoke in a cold voice.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he was sent flying backward.
"If you still want to do business with me, keep your people in check! There won't be a second chance!"
Su Qinghe strode up to the group, not even glancing at Xiao Ying who was lying on the ground coughing up blood, and looked coldly at the man sitting upright.
She was certain he wouldn't dare cross her bottom line, even if he did... A ruthless glint flashed in Su Qinghe's eyes.
She absolutely blew the entire Seven Kill Pavilion headquarters into ruins!
Ling Feng felt a chill run down his spine, overwhelmed by Su Qinghe's aura.
"I understand... I'm sorry."
His eyes flickered, and he silently helped the unconscious Xiaoying to the side.
"Waaah...My wife...my face..."
The problem was solved on one side, and then Ji Qingyu's miserable cries came from the other side.
Su Qinghe walked over, and several men immediately made way for her.
Ji Qingyu covered her face with one hand, tears streaming down her face.
"Let me see."
Su Qinghe coaxed him softly, gently prying his hand open, revealing a thin, short bloodstain.
Although it was just a scratch and only a little blood was visible, Su Qinghe still couldn't hide her anger.
"Waaaaah...uh...uh waaaah..."
Ji Qingyu looked up and cried incessantly, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Su Qinghe.
"Uh... My lady, will I be left with a scar... Waaah..."
He cried so hard he could barely breathe, and every now and then he would hiccup.
"I'm already clumsy... uh... if I become ugly... you'll dislike me even more, sob sob..."
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