"Do you have many uncles?" Shan Zuo's face darkened slightly. He stamped his feet and looked at Feng Qiyan beside him intently.
"There's only one. It's a pity that I was born too late and never met him."
Feng Qiyan looked up at the blue sky in the distance. She was also very curious about her uncle who was said to be not only handsome but also talented.
"Your uncle...his surname is Feng and his name is Lingyan?" Shan Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly and then opened them again, his eyes full of fierceness.
"Of course, my grandmother's surname is Feng, so my uncle's surname is naturally Feng as well." Feng Qiyan looked at Shan Zuo as if he were an idiot and made a face at him.
"Miss, so you are here. The master asked you to have lunch in the dining hall of Qingrong Courtyard." Butler Qian, who had been looking for someone everywhere in the mansion, finally found her in the garden and hurried forward to report.
"I understand, Uncle Qian, I'll be there now. You go ahead and do your work." Feng Qiyan nodded to Qian Mantang.
"Yes, Miss."
"Qi Yan, your dagger is really beautiful. Can you lend it to me so I can take a closer look?" After Feng Cang left, Shan Zuo stared at the dagger in Feng Qi Yan's hand with envy on his face.
"Why not? Here you go!" Feng Qiyan stuffed the dagger into Shan Zuo's hand very decisively.
With a "clang", Shan Zuo unsheathed the dagger. Looking at the sharp sword with a cold glow on it, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Shan Zuo's eyes.
"It's a fine sword indeed!" Shan Zuo exclaimed in admiration. Although he had never practiced martial arts, he had seen many fine weapons.
"Of course. This was a gift from my aunt on my birthday last year. It is said to be made of black iron and can cut iron like mud." Feng Qiyan didn't want to show off, but she really liked this short sword that Nalan Yunzhi had specially ordered for her.
"I see." Shan Zuo put the dagger back into the sheath and played with it in his hand.
"If you like it, I'll lend it to you to play with for a while, but you have to return it to me before you leave." Feng Qiyan snorted arrogantly at Shan Zuo.
"Of course." Shan Zuo tightened the dagger in his hand, with the corners of his mouth rising.
"Miss, you are finally here. You are the only one missing!" As soon as Feng Qiyan stepped into the door of Qingrongyuan's dining hall, Feng Cang hurried forward and took her to her seat.
At this moment, Nalan Yunzhi sat at the head of the table, flanked by Feng Jingyun, Mulanjin, Feng Cailan, and Yu Jingyang. Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng sat below Mulanjin, while Feng Qiyan sat next to Yu Jingyang. Shan Zuo, wielding a dagger, entered the room and quietly stood beside Hua Qingcheng.
"Let's serve the meal!"
Following Nalan Yunzhi's announcement, everyone started to have lunch after she picked up her chopsticks.
"I can do it myself."
Hua Qingcheng wasn't used to the servants helping her with the food. Everything was already picked out for her, even the fish bones were removed. She felt like she was being fed. She always felt that food was more delicious and satisfying when she cooked it herself.
Seeing this, Yu Jingyang winked at the servant, and the servant beside Hua Qingcheng immediately bowed and walked out of the dining hall.
Although the atmosphere in the dining hall was strangely eerie, it didn't affect Hua Qingcheng's appetite at all. She imitated Mu Lige and ate her lunch gracefully, filling her stomach to the brim.
"Nalan Yunzhi, you tyrant! Give me your life!"
While everyone was concentrating on their lunch, Shan Zuo quickly dodged to Nalan Yunzhi's side and thrust his unsheathed dagger straight into her chest...
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