Feng Tongtong temporarily suppressed the resentment in her heart.
With the wedding date approaching, she would have ample opportunity to meet the First Prince sooner or later.
She refused to believe the First Prince could hide forever!
Soon, Feng Tongtong returned to her room.
Just as she was about to recline on the bed for a good rest, she looked up and saw a familiar figure sitting quietly on the bed.
The moment she saw the woman, a chill ran down her spine, and goosebumps erupted all over her body. Her lips trembled as she stammered, "Feng... Feng Ninghe!"
She dared not be alone with this ruthless woman.
Under the absolute suppression of cultivation, her own cultivation could be crippled, let alone her life.
Sensing the trembling Feng Tongtong, Feng Ninghe sneered dismissively.
"Feng Tongtong, you were just lecturing me so righteously in the main hall, yet now you tremble like this upon seeing me?"
The slightly mocking female voice made Feng Tongtong's face turn a mottled green and white.
Perhaps fueled by anger, Feng Tongtong's fear vanished without a trace. Her exquisitely made-up cheeks flushed red with rage, her eyes seeming to spew flames as she stared intently at Feng Ninghe, "You wretched woman, what do you want in my room?"
She instinctively took a step back, sending a wisp of her divine sense towards her spatial storage bag.
The incident of her cultivation being crippled during a night raid the last time had taught Feng Tongtong a profound lesson.
With her cultivation crippled, she had stored many life-saving items in her spatial bag.
Finally, she managed to retrieve a jade slip.
This jade slip was given to her by Feng Guangyao.
As long as she crushed the jade slip, her father would know.
She subtly placed the jade slip in her hand, and just as she was about to crush it, her body was violently thrown to the ground, and the jade slip fell from her hand.
Feng Ninghe waved her hand, snatching the jade slip.
"You want to crush the jade slip? Trying to call for reinforcements?"
Feng Ninghe saw through her thoughts and glanced at her, "Why don't I help you crush this jade slip?"
*Crack—*
Feng Ninghe's slender, jade-like hand easily crushed the jade slip.
The jade slip shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
This action caught Feng Tongtong's eye, and a flicker of hope appeared in her eyes!
With the jade slip crushed, Feng Guangyao would sense this divine sense.
Under her anticipation, this wisp of divine sense struck an invisible barrier, falling to the ground with a *splat* and turning into ashes.
"This... how is this possible!"
Feng Tongtong, in disbelief, clutched the shattered jade slip and shook her head frantically.
The jade slip was like her last lifeline.
This was given by her father, and Feng Ninghe, this demoness, actually crushed it like this?
Her father's divine sense couldn't even leave this room!
Feng Ninghe stood up, her icy gaze sweeping over Feng Tongtong, "Five years ago, Feng Qingcheng ripped open my abdomen and took my child. Where is that child now?"
Recalling the events of five years ago, every scene played vividly in her mind.
Every time she remembered it, she felt as if she was experiencing the pain all over again.
Her heart ached as if being sliced by a knife.
The wound on her abdomen seemed to throb with pain.
As if sensing her shift in mood, Xiao Zhao suddenly shot out from her dantian and burrowed into her embrace, gently nuzzling her with its soft fur.
Seeing Xiao Zhao, Feng Ninghe was somewhat speechless.
She reached out and gently tapped Xiao Zhao's head, her voice losing its coldness and gaining a hint of tenderness, "So you know to come out now. You were running so fast earlier."
Xiao Zhao rubbed its hands helplessly and whimpered softly.
"Master, that great demoness is too terrifying. I felt like I was going to freeze to death if I stayed any longer! I don't want to be the first Qilin in history to freeze to death; that would be too embarrassing. As an ancient Qilin, even if I were to perish, it shouldn't be such a pathetic death!"
Feng Tongtong's eyes were filled with caution as she stared at Feng Ninghe, "Why are you asking this?"
This woman bringing up the events of five years ago at this moment, was she planning to settle scores again?
Feng Ninghe, Feng Ninghe, how could she be so lucky to still be alive and well!
Feng Ninghe's gaze swept back to Feng Tongtong, her eyes gleaming with a chilling coldness, her voice tinged with pain, "If you don't want to live, you don't have to answer."
"I'll tell you!"
Feng Tongtong bit her lip in frustration, but a hint of smugness appeared in her eyes. Her ruby-red lips curved into a triumphant smile, "Your pathetic child was truly miserable, torn apart bite by bite by a pack of wolves. Perhaps not even a bone was left?"
She spoke as if she had witnessed it herself, her eyes sparkling, her emotions running high.
Second Sister had said that the wretched woman and her child were thrown to the wolves long ago.
Feng Ninghe was lucky to have survived.
The child, newly born, was defenseless and couldn't even run. It could only cry out and wait to die!
At this moment, she regretted not witnessing that spectacular scene herself.
The wolf pack must have feasted heartily.
*Slap!*
A crisp sound of a slap echoed.
Feng Ninghe, unable to suppress her rage, slapped Feng Tongtong hard across the face.
As the murderer, she displayed such glee when describing the scene of her crime...
She really wanted to kill her...
Before Feng Tongtong could utter a sound, a hand was already around her neck.
If Feng Ninghe applied even a little more force, Feng Tongtong had no doubt she would meet her end.
"Feng Ninghe! What do you think you're doing? You were the one who insisted on asking, and now you're enraged after getting your answer?"
Feng Tongtong couldn't help but feel fear, but she still glared fiercely at the woman before her.
Feng Ninghe smiled, but there was no mirth in her eyes.
She extended a finger and lightly traced Feng Tongtong's cheek.
With this stroke, a wound instantly appeared on her tender cheek, and bright red blood slowly trickled down.
"Feng Ninghe! What are you doing! I am to marry the First Prince and become his consort! You should bow to me! Are you trying to disrespect me!"
Feng Tongtong was terrified, feeling a sharp pain on her cheek.
This was the face she took pride in and doted on.
With her wedding so close, her face absolutely could not be harmed.
Feng Ninghe ignored her. Her smooth fingertip traced again, a faint gleam flashing on her finger. Another wound appeared on Feng Tongtong's cheek.
Xiao Zhao put its hands on its hips and bared its teeth at Feng Tongtong, its eyes, as clear as glazed azure, filled with fury.
Scratch her to death, scratch her to death!
She doesn't even regret treating Master like this!
She deserves to die; just get rid of her!
The scenes of the past replayed in Feng Ninghe's mind.
She had no intention of taking Feng Tongtong's life.
Instead, she used her spiritual energy as a blade, brutally slashing Feng Tongtong's face.
She had infused the spiritual energy with poison; three wounds were enough to disfigure Feng Tongtong.
"Ah! Feng Ninghe, you wretched woman! Let me go quickly, or I'll make your life worse than death! Once I marry the First Prince, I can use his vast army to crush you to death with ease!"
Feng Tongtong let out a roar, cursing fiercely.
However, Feng Tongtong's body was immobile, unable to resist at all.
Feng Ninghe stood up and, with a flick of her hand, removed the wig from Feng Tongtong's head.
Looking at the bare head before her, she recalled something amusing and chuckled softly, "This wig of yours is really an eyesore. Let me help you out, let your head rest, and never again will you be able to wear a wig to cover your ugliness."