862 identity, not even as good as a dog

As the prince of Xiling, Xiling Tianyu's position in Dongling is actually very awkward. If the emperor gives him face, he is a guest. If the emperor does not give him face, he is a hostage. 【,

Regardless of whether he was a guest or a hostage, Xiling Tianyu had no right to interfere in Dongling's internal affairs. If he was not careful, it would lead to a war between the two countries. Everyone present understood this, otherwise Dongling Ziluo would not have brought this up.

After sending Xiling Tianyu away, there was no one in the entire Feng Mansion who could stop Dongling Ziluo. Su Wenqing's status was not high enough, and his position was not legitimate.

The housekeeper was extremely anxious, thinking that General Feng and Madam Feng died too early, leaving the young lady alone, without any brothers or sisters who could help her.

It would be great if the young lady had a brother or sister, as more children mean more blessings. This way, there would be someone to discuss things with. If the young lady is busy saving people, there would be someone to take on the responsibilities of a host and help her run the Feng Mansion.

But there happened to be only one master in the entire Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen. When Feng Qingchen was not around, the Feng Mansion didn't even have a person who could be the master. Dong Ling Ziluo said he wanted to search the mansion, and the housekeeper, a servant, had no right to say no.

Dong Ling Zi Luo was furious, and the Ninth Prince was still not here. Su Wenqing was so anxious that he had no other choice. When Dong Ling Zi Luo ordered the Blood-robed Guards to search the Feng Mansion, Su Wenqing rushed forward, knelt down and said, "Your Highness Prince Luo, please think twice. The eldest son is really not in the Feng Mansion. The only one in the Feng Mansion is the Seventh Son of the Wang Family. The one brought in by the Wang Family servant is the Seventh Son of the Wang Family, and Feng Qingchen is treating him right now."

"How dare you! You have no right to speak in front of me." Dong Ling Ziluo glanced at Su Wenqing coldly with a look of contempt.

In front of the princes and nobles, Su Wenqing, a small businessman, is nothing.

Su Wenqing kept his head down, looking humble, but his hands clenched into fists in his sleeves. He bowed his head again and pleaded, "Your Highness, Prince Luo, I dare not deceive Your Highness. The eldest son is really not in Feng Mansion. Given his dignity and pride, if he was in Feng Mansion, he would never hide. The eldest son is really not in Feng Mansion. The person in Feng Mansion is the seriously injured Seventh Son. I beg Your Highness, Prince Luo, to wait until Miss Feng rescues the people before searching again."

"Who do you think you are? It's not your turn to point fingers at what I do. You're just a businessman. Who gave you the right to speak in front of me? Come on, drag me out and beat me..." Dong Ling Ziluo turned the ring on his little finger. His deep eyes flashed with a strange light, making people feel cold all over.

Su Wenqing's eyes flashed, and when the guards stepped forward, Su Wenqing hurriedly said: "Your Highness Prince Luo, the Ninth Prince wants me to take ten boxes of medicine to the Ninth Prince's Palace today. I would like to ask Your Highness to show mercy and wait until I have delivered the medicine before giving the shot."

"Are you threatening me?" Dong Ling Ziluo asked with a raised eyebrow. There was no sign of anger in his words, but this made people feel scared.

The Seventh Prince is becoming more and more capable of hiding his emotions. It seems that the Blood Robe Guard is indeed a very training place.

"I dare not, I dare not. I beg Your Highness to forgive me. After I leave the Ninth Prince's Palace, I will go to the Blood Robe Guards to accept a beating."

Su Wenqing was sweating profusely and secretly groaning in his heart, praying that the Ninth Prince would come quickly, but he could only kneel at Dong Ling Ziluo's feet and not move.

"Humph~ Don't dare?" Dong Ling Zi Luo's eyes were as cold as a ray of cold light, and he signaled the guards to retreat with his eyes: "Since you have an appointment with my uncle, I will spare you this time."

Dong Ling Ziluo didn't think it was possible for him to go to the Blood-Clothed Guards to admit being beaten afterwards.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Su Wenqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and thought to himself that it was a close call. He looked up and stood up. Dong Ling Ziluo suddenly raised his foot and kicked Su Wenqing in the heart.

"roll……"

Su Wenqing noticed it, but thinking of the opponent's identity, he knew that if he avoided the kick, the consequences would be even worse, so he could only take it.

With a thud, Su Wenqing fell to the side, holding his chest with his left hand. He was sweating profusely and his teeth were chattering in pain, but he still had to say to Dong Ling Ziluo, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Hmph..." Dong Ling Ziluo didn't even look at Su Wenqing, and walked out of the hall with his men. Since he couldn't beat Su Wenqing, of course he had to vent his anger somewhere else.

The housekeeper looked at Su Wenqing worriedly, and motioned Chunhui and Qiuhua to come forward and help Su Wenqing up.

"Mr. Su, are you okay?" Chun Hui and Qiu Hua were frightened. They were maids sent out from the Ninth Prince's Mansion. They were powerful and knowledgeable, but they were also frightened by Dong Ling Zi Luo's brutality.

"I'm fine." Su Wenqing gritted his teeth and looked at Dong Ling Ziluo who was surrounded by people, his eyes becoming more and more profound.

This is the difference in status. Even if he is as rich as a country, he is still worse than a dog in front of these princes and high officials.

Su Wenqing didn't feel any pain at all when the nail clippers pierced his palm. He told himself to bear it, and one day, he would have an equal status with these people, and his descendants would never be treated unequally like this again.

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Dong Ling Ziluo brought the Wang family members to the outside of the cabin. They could see the cabin where Feng Qingchen was staying at a glance, because most of the Feng Mansion's guards were surrounding the cabin.

Dong Ling Zi Luo stopped ten meters away from the wooden house. Looking at the Feng Mansion guards holding spears pointing at him, a layer of frost covered Dong Ling Zi Luo's face.

"Are you planning to rebel? You are just guards in the palace, yet you are holding military weapons. Who gave you the courage?" The management of ironware in Dongling is very strict. Ordinary guards are not allowed to hold ironware, let alone military weapons such as long spears and broadswords.

In Dongling, only the prince's guards are allowed to carry military weapons, and these people are limited in number. The guards of Feng Mansion are obviously violating the ban.

There was no proper master in the Feng Mansion, so the old butler had no choice but to walk forward tremblingly and kneel in front of Dong Ling Ziluo.

"In reply to Your Highness Prince Luo, these guards are Prince Su's guards, and cannot be considered Feng Mansion's guards." At such an old age, kneeling on the cold floor, the old butler felt cold all over, but he did not dare to move.

He is considered a man of insight, but today's scene still makes him at a loss as to how to deal with it. In the face of power, no matter how tactful he is, it is useless.

"Prince Su's guards? Why are Prince Su's guards in Feng Mansion?" Everyone knows who these guards of Feng Mansion are. Everyone knows that Dong Ling Ziluo is deliberately making trouble today.

"In reply to Your Highness, these guards were sent by Prince Zhai. Prince Zhai was entrusted by the eldest son to protect the seventh son." The old butler knew that Wang Jinling was on good terms with Prince Su's son Zhai Dongming, so he blamed Wang Jinling for this.

With Zhai Dongming holding him up, Dong Ling Zi Luo did not dare to act rashly. Dong Ling Zi Luo nodded and stopped pursuing the matter of the guards. He pointed at the wooden house and asked, "Are you sure the person inside is the Seventh Young Master?"

"I dare to guarantee with my own life that the person inside is indeed the Seventh Young Master." The old butler kowtowed to show his seriousness.

When Wang Jinling's seventeenth uncle heard this, he was unsure for a moment. Could it be that Wang Jinling was really not in Feng Mansion? If Wang Jinling was not in Feng Mansion, then where could he be?

Is it true that Wang Jinling is not dead?