Old Man Xu was unaware that Feng Ninghe's current body's cultivation had not yet reached the Nascent Soul stage; her original strength was already far beyond it.
At critical moments, she could still borrow a portion of her original cultivation.
On the viewing platform, two figures were frozen in place.
Mo Zisang's gaze was grim. "Weren't you told that Feng Ninghe was a complete cripple who couldn't cultivate? What was that display just now?"
He only cared if he could still obtain Feng Ninghe.
Her performance today was astonishing. If she were to be noticed by a celestial sect and accepted as a disciple, she would have a powerful backing, and he would no longer be able to touch her.
This was also what Baili Ye wanted to know. His eyes were wide open, still reeling from the shock.
Wasn't Feng Ninghe famously a cultivation waste?
After only five years, her cultivation was actually above Feng Tongtong's?
If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have agreed to Feng Tongtong's scheme. If he had married Feng Ninghe, wouldn't ascending to the position of Crown Prince have been within his grasp?
Baili Ye couldn't help but regret it in his heart, wishing he could turn back time.
Feng Tongtong was inferior to Feng Ninghe in every way; he should have chosen Feng Ninghe.
This time, Feng Tongtong not only became bald but also became a laughingstock for everyone in the Li Kingdom.
He had to find a way to fix this...
The Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.
Feng Tongtong woke up three days later.
"Tongtong, you're finally awake!"
Madam Zhang's eyes were filled with heartache as she reached out to stroke Feng Tongtong's cheek, tears welling up. "That damned Feng Ninghe! She was so ruthless. You are kin, after all, and grew up together. Yet, she showed no mercy and treated you like this!"
Mentioning Feng Ninghe, Feng Tongtong's gaze instantly turned cold.
Ignoring the pain in her body, she struggled to get up, shouting, "Mother, she made me a laughingstock! I will kill her with my own hands to get revenge!"
"Nonsense! With your current state, you still want to kill her?"
A man's voice, tinged with displeasure, came from outside the room.
Feng Guangyao strode into the room, his brows furrowed, his sharp eyes instantly locking onto Feng Tongtong.
Feng Tongtong couldn't hold back any longer. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably, "Father, Feng Ninghe has been pretending to be weak all along, just waiting for the right moment to strike! She defeated me in front of everyone. Winning is one thing, but she also pulled off my wig, making everyone see that the third young lady of the Feng family is bald!"
She could tell that Feng Ninghe had intentionally humiliated her.
Otherwise, defeating her would have been enough; why would she have touched her hair?
Feng Guangyao's gaze was somber, and his heart was also uneasy. "Who would have thought she could hide so well? She clearly had cultivation, but at critical moments, she only knew how to hide behind Immortal Xu. Who could have predicted this day would come?"
Normally, when something happened, Feng Ninghe would just hide behind Immortal Xu. Over time, everyone would think she was incapable and nothing without Immortal Xu.
Feng Tongtong wiped away her tears, her expression resolute, and spoke each word clearly. "Feng Ninghe publicly humiliated me, played dirty, and used despicable means to win!"
"Tongtong, the situation on the stage was not in your favor. Why didn't you surrender?"
Madam Zhang seemed to recall something and looked at her. "If your father and I hadn't intervened with threats and inducements, Feng Ninghe wouldn't have stopped."
Mentioning this, Feng Tongtong felt even more wronged. Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head vehemently, denying it.
"Mother, it's not like that! I don't know what method Feng Ninghe used. No matter how I begged for mercy, I couldn't utter a single word!"
Recalling the scene on the arena, Feng Tongtong felt lingering fear.
She had been so close to losing her life on that stage!
Only she knew what a terrifying experience it was to be unable to beg for mercy and surrender.
She even feared fighting Feng Ninghe one-on-one again.
Feng Guangyao assumed she was simply too scared to speak, which was why she couldn't utter a word, and didn't take it to heart. "Tongtong, you have no chance of entering a celestial sect now. You should recuperate at home."
"Father, then how should my grievances be settled?"
Feng Tongtong looked up at Feng Guangyao. "Feng Ninghe humiliated me like this. If I don't avenge this, my heart will not be at peace!"
Feng Guangyao narrowed his eyes, countless thoughts flashing across his gaze. "Feng Ninghe must die, but not now. We must find another opportunity to carefully discuss how to deal with her."
This woman had grown to a point where she had to be eliminated.
If she were allowed to continue developing, he would eventually lose control of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion.
The Zhenguo Duke's Mansion must remain firmly in his grasp; he would not allow anyone to take even a bite.
With Feng Guangyao's promise, Feng Tongtong finally felt a sense of relief. "Father, I can't defeat her, but if you were to make a move, you certainly could. However, we must first get rid of Immortal Xu. Otherwise, with Immortal Xu around, we still wouldn't be able to touch her."
Feng Guangyao was magnanimous. He gently patted her shoulder and softly comforted her. "We need to plan this carefully. Tongtong, focus on recuperating during this time. You don't need to worry about these matters, and now is not the time to make a move against her."
Feng Tongtong obediently nodded, indicating she understood.
Their branch of the family was already forbidden from drawing funds from the treasury. Feng Guangyao had not been the head of the household for nothing; he naturally had many rare herbs and medicinal ingredients that could help Feng Tongtong recover.
Feng Tongtong suddenly thought of something and turned her gaze to the two in front of her, asking with some urgency, "How is the Hundred Arena Competition going? Has Feng Ninghe been defeated?"
In response to her question, Madam Zhang sighed and shook her head. "In just three days, Feng Ninghe has won multiple matches consecutively. If this continues, she might even break into the top ten."
These simple words caused Feng Tongtong's body to stiffen involuntarily. She bit her lip tightly, disbelief in her eyes. "Is she really... Feng Ninghe?"
This woman had actually grown to this extent.
She was clearly a cripple, yet overnight, she had become a genius and even defeated her.
After Madam Zhang and Feng Guangyao left, Feng Tongtong slumped onto the bed, her gaze lowered as she pondered something.
"Third Miss, the First Prince has come to visit you."
Taohua hurried in, quickly reporting to Feng Tongtong.
Having failed in the competition, Feng Tongtong was immersed in her pain. Upon hearing that the First Prince had arrived, her eyes instantly lit up. "Quick! Invite the First Prince in."
Now, having lost face in front of everyone and being surpassed by the formerly useless eldest young lady, she had to cling tightly to Baili Ye.
Led by Taohua, Baili Ye entered.
Before him stood Feng Tongtong, stripped of her ornate clothing. Her face was bare, without makeup, and her complexion was poor. A wig clung tightly to her head, resembling real hair.
In this state, she appeared pitiful.
Feng Tongtong's appearance was not bad, but now, every time Baili Ye saw her, he would subconsciously compare her to Feng Ninghe.
Compared to Feng Ninghe, her beauty was no longer outstanding, and even her talent had been thoroughly crushed.
"Brother First Prince."
She weakly raised her eyes to look at Baili Ye, her eyes filled with affection.