He had brought back a few ancient books from the academy this time.
Although they were somewhat obscure and difficult to understand, after reading each one thoroughly, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment.
When Hehuan brought in some pastries, Feng Yunhe was reading intently.
"Young Master, please take a break and have some pastries. Be careful with your eyes."
Feng Yunhe looked up at her, smiled, and asked, "Are these made by Aunt Zhu Jin?"
"Yes, she knew Young Master loves rose pastries and sent some over."
With that, she placed the pastries on the side table.
"Grandmother brought a lot of ingredients this time. Remember to tell Aunt Zhu Jin, when I return to the academy, please ask her to make another large box for me to take to my classmates to try!"
"Yes."
As she replied, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Hehuan's eyes.
Unfortunately, Feng Yunhe did not see it. He put down the book in his hand and asked while eating,
"Has Mother gone for a walk in the garden?"
Hehuan was slightly taken aback, but immediately replied,
"Yes, she has."
"That's good. Ever since the divine doctor spoke to us, Grandmother and Aunt Zhu Jin have been accompanying Mother for walks in the garden every day. I've noticed her complexion has improved a lot."
As long as his mother was healthy, he could rest assured.
After his aunt's coming-of-age ceremony, he had to rush back to the academy. The next time he returned would be when his mother gave birth to his younger siblings.
To be honest, he was a little impatient.
He hoped for a sister, so he could dote on her without worry.
He chatted with Hehuan about this and that for most of the afternoon. For some reason, his eyelids began to feel heavy.
He had slept very well last night, so why was he so sleepy now?
Seeing Hehuan become a blur, he finally realized that the pastries had something in them before he completely fainted.
Hehuan stood still, looking at Feng Yunhe, who had been drugged and knocked out. She smiled brilliantly, her eyes filled with a predatory calculation!
When Feng Yunhe gradually woke up, his hands and feet were bound, and his mouth was gagged with a cloth.
He tried to struggle and make some noise, but found himself completely weak, finding it difficult even to move.
Next to him, another person was also lying down. Upon closer inspection, it was Hehuan.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and she appeared to be sleeping more soundly than him, her limbs also bound tightly.
What was going on? How did they get trapped here?
Countless questions flashed through Feng Yunhe's mind. Just as he was thinking about how to escape, he saw someone walk in through the crack of the door.
At first glance, it was another Hehuan!
How could there be two Hehuans? Feng Yunhe was stunned for a moment.
Seeing his shocked pupils, the fake Hehuan was overjoyed. She stepped forward and kicked the Hehuan lying on the ground, saying,
"Serves you right to have this day! Anyone who blocks my path will go to hell!"
The voice was somewhat familiar, but Feng Yunhe couldn't recall it for a moment.
"Oh, Young Master, you have such a bad memory. We haven't seen each other for long, and you don't even remember me?"
Linlang!
It was Concubine Linlang!
Although she was wearing Hehuan's face, she now had the expressions and movements that only Concubine Linlang possessed.
Her gaze towards him was filled with hatred and disgust, just like before.
If she had a knife in her hand, she would probably have stabbed him to death to vent her anger.
Not knowing how to send a message to the outside, Feng Yunhe grew more anxious, and his body felt increasingly weak and limp.
His anxious appearance delighted Linlang.
After her brother secretly helped her escape from prison, the first thing she wanted to do was seek revenge on the Feng family.
So, she disguised herself as Hehuan, knocked her out when she wasn't paying attention, and hid her here. Then, she tricked Zhu Jin and obtained the pastries.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to move freely in the main house's backyard without a familiar face.
"Do you want to know why I didn't just poison you?"
Feng Yunhe couldn't speak. He watched Linlang, disguised as Hehuan, speak with a touch of madness.
"Poisoning you would mean death in less than half a cup of tea. But if I burn you, won't the pain be a thousand times worse? Then, wearing this face, I'll deliberately leave some clues, so that that little slut Hehuan can't get away with it either! Hahaha, on the road to the underworld, let her accompany you!"
As she spoke, the bloodlust in her eyes intensified.
Feng Yunhe's biggest thought now was, how did she escape?
And how did she get the human skin mask?
It would be a ghost if no one helped her from behind. So, who was the person behind all this?
Too many misunderstandings made his mind race, but he couldn't find a breakthrough.
Looking at the piles of firewood behind them, Feng Yunhe's heart grew cold.
He still had so many things to accomplish, and now was he really going to leave first?
For some reason, he felt more nervous and desperate now than he had during the Heavenly Flower competition.
Concubine Linlang most enjoyed seeing his expression. She immediately and excitedly continued to speak to him,
"Don't worry, we are family after all. Soon, I will send your mother and her unborn child to see you. Oh, and your father! Doesn't he love you the most? On the road to the underworld, a happy family, alright?"
His eyes widened, seeming as if they would pop out of their sockets.
Feng Yunhe looked despairingly towards the door, desperately wishing someone would rush in to save them.
Unfortunately, Concubine Linlang would not give him any chance. She quickly lit the fire starter in her hand.
The faint light at this moment did not seem significant, but if thrown into this pile of specially treated dry firewood, it would become a raging inferno.
At that time, let alone running, even the smoke would suffocate them.
"Young Master, have a good journey..."
After speaking, she was about to throw the fire starter towards the firewood.
Feng Yunhe closed his eyes, biting down hard on the cloth in his mouth, looking somewhat like a martyr ready to sacrifice himself.
Unexpectedly, before the fire starter could land on the firewood, it was steadily caught by someone.
Sprinkling a pinch of powder on it, the already faint spark was completely extinguished.
"How did you wake up? I didn't give you the antidote!"
Linlang's eyes widened as she looked at Hehuan, who should have been unconscious, and said incredulously.
Hehuan crooked her mouth into a smile, her gaze towards Linlang filled with mockery.
"Truly overestimating yourself. Look at what you are, and you want to burn the Young Master? I think you're the one who'll burn yourself!"
With that, she let out a whistle towards the outside, and soon, more than ten household servants with some martial arts skills rushed in.
The two leading them immediately pinned Concubine Linlang to the ground.
They roughly tore off the human skin mask from her face!
Her ferocious and gaunt face was instantly exposed to everyone.
Everyone gasped. Was this still the charming Concubine Linlang from years ago?
Everyone remained silent.
Feng Jinyao walked in directly from outside the door, accompanied by Feng Jinxu.