Chapter 327 A Fury for a Beauty
Shang Rong, the steward of the Su family, was guarding the door. When he heard the terrifying laughter, he immediately brought his men inside.
But when they rushed over, they were still a step too late, and could only see the afterimage of the heavy armchair being swung away.
Su Fengyue's eyes widened in horror as he watched the chair hurtling towards him, and he got up and dodged to the side.
Perhaps due to her age, her legs couldn't react quickly enough, and she was hit by the back of the chair above her eyebrow, causing her to fall to the ground.
Shang Rong ran ahead and asked anxiously, "Master, how are you?"
Su Fengyue clutched his right eyebrow, his head spinning. Dark red blood flowed from between his fingers, trickling down the back of his hand and into the sleeve of his official robe.
The servants of the Su family surrounded Prince Yong.
"Get out of my way!"
Zhao Minghong shouted loudly.
The servants surrounded him, and in his rage, Zhao Minghong punched the servant who had approached him first, knocking him to the ground.
One by one, those who came up were all smashed to the ground by Prince Yong's fierce fists.
Zhao Minghong's punches were brutal and relentless, a style of martial arts that showed no mercy. These servants were no match for him.
At first, Su Fengyue thought that Prince Yong was a pampered and pretentious figure and did not take him seriously.
Unexpectedly, he had completely transformed into a savage and bloodthirsty lion, tearing anyone who approached him to pieces.
Prince Yong missed twice, hitting a vase that was half a person tall. His hand was cut by sharp shards of porcelain, and blood was still dripping from it.
Zhao Minghong was so heartbroken that he was numb and couldn't feel any physical pain. He continued to kill anyone who dared to stop him.
Su Fengyue was helped to the side by Shang Rong, and his voice finally trembled slightly.
"Stop him right now! Call more men! Go quickly!"
The quick-witted servant got up from the ground and went to call the guards and thugs over.
Zhao Minghong headed towards the southeast corner where Su Fengyue was, his eyes bloodshot, clearly having lost his mind and wanting to fight him to the death.
Shang Rong, who was standing in front of Su Fengyue, broke out in a cold sweat when he saw Yong Wang's expression.
At that moment, Zhao Minghong stepped on something and slipped slightly.
He glanced down, his steps halted abruptly, his body tensed, and the muscles in his face trembled uncontrollably.
Zhao Minghong stiffly bent down and picked up the silk ribbon and jade beads that had been thrown on the ground.
I deliberately avoided the bloodstains on his hands, afraid of soiling them.
He carefully wiped the dust off the jade beads with the gold trim of the prince's robe sleeve, then gently tucked them into his bosom.
Zhao Minghong lowered his head, his voice sounding like a demon from the underworld.
Today is the anniversary of your death.
Because they were delayed by picking up the beads, the Su family's guards were quick on their feet and rushed into the house, swarming around them.
Zhao Minghong could easily take on five opponents, but when a dozen skilled fighters attacked him together, he quickly became overwhelmed and was pinned to the ground by several men wielding weapons.
Su Fengyue's lips were deathly pale from fear and blood loss.
Shang Rong quickly tore off the strips of cloth to try and stop the bleeding, but he pushed her aside.
Su Fengyue swayed as he stood up, leaning on the table and chairs, and walked up to Prince Yong, letting out a sneer.
"Your Highness, whose death anniversary is it today?"
Su Fengyue had not experienced the pain of bloodshed for many years. He took the handkerchief handed to him by the servant to wipe away the bloodstains and slowly said, "In my opinion, it should be yours."
Shang Rong said, "Master, this is, after all, a prince..."
Su Fengyue's right eye was half-closed due to an injury to his brow bone, but his left eye was wide open.
"Your Highness? Is Your Highness considered a very important person?"
"With the Emperor gone, the royal family of Beili has no reason to exist, and it is long overdue for a change of dynasty."
"If I had a son, the Zhao family's empire might have been overtaken by someone else long ago."
Su Fengyue is now speaking of treason without any attempt to hide it from anyone.
"Your Highness is so enraged for the sake of a woman, I could understand that."
Su Fengyue threw the handkerchief that had been used to wipe the blood in front of Zhao Minghong.
"But the prince is so ungrateful. He should be like Tao Wanyin, keeping a low profile and pretending nothing happened. That's the only way he can survive."
When Zhao Minghong heard him mention Tao Wanyin, his eyes widened in fury. He raised his head and glared at him hatefully, forcing out a sound from his throat.
You are not worthy to mention her name!
Seeing the look in Prince Yong's eyes that seemed to want to devour him alive, Su Fengyue's mood actually improved.
He chuckled a few times and said, "Young people are hot-tempered and value love more than anything else. I've been like that before."
"Actually, this is not my fault. After all, I did not know that Tao Changhai would get involved with you again and marry his unfavored eldest daughter to you as a princess."
Su Fengyue felt dizzy from standing for too long, so he walked over to the armchair and sat down.
Shang Rong said, "Master, please be careful. It's best not to waste your breath on him. You should treat your wounds first."
Su Fengyue said, "No rush. It's rare that I'm in the mood and have found someone to confide in about my past."
"Your Highness must be very curious about how this happened back then."
Zhao Minghong was breathing heavily through his nostrils, and the veins on his forehead were bulging and throbbing.
Whether Prince Yong wanted to hear it or not, Su Fengyue had to speak.
To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit.
This would hurt Prince Yong even more than if he were beaten with sticks.
Su Fengyue recalled: "Xiao Tao was so fresh and young back then. She had the demeanor of an adult at such a young age. She was also well-read and had a refined air about her. She looked like the kind of wife who would be a good wife and mother in the future."
"But he's still a child after all. When he sees strangers, his eyes show shyness, like the moon hiding shyly behind the clouds, which makes him more and more lovable."
Zhao Minghong roared, "You beast!"
“Your Highness’s words are more appropriate for Tao Changhai.” Su Fengyue smiled strangely: “To blindfold his own daughter and send her to a colleague’s residence, in my opinion, Tao Changhai is the one who has done the most ruthless and cruel thing.”
Zhao Minghong, who was being pressed down by the cold iron weapon, trembled all over, and his jaw also clenched.
It was Grand Secretary Tao who sent Wanyin to Su Fengyue's bed.
These shameless, despicable old bastards are worse than dogs!
Su Fengyue sat in the armchair, crossing his legs and swinging them back and forth.
"However, judging from Xiao Tao's reaction, it seems that she hasn't recognized me yet. When I saw her at the funeral hall today, I was still wondering how she has managed all these years."
“If a normal woman loses her virginity before marriage, she should jump into the river and commit suicide. It seems that Xiao Tao is not such a person who respects propriety.”
"There's another matter that I'm also curious about. Can Your Highness be sure that the child in her womb is yours?"
As he spoke, Su Fengyue threw his head back and burst into laughter, while Shang Rong beside him also wore a malicious smile.
Pressed down by several men with tridents, Prince Yong suddenly sprang up and struggled to his feet.
He trembled all over, like an angry lion cornered.
Prince Yong lunged at Su Fengyue again, his expression suggesting he wanted to devour him alive.
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