"That won't do,"
The Second Elder's brows furrowed, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes. "The Eldest Young Lady has offended the Sect Master of the Immortal Sect's only son. Offending him means offending the Immortal Sect. Our Feng family cannot afford to offend the Immortal Sect."
They feared retaliation from the Immortal Sect.
How could a small noble family compare to a vast immortal sect?
The First Elder waved his hand dismissively. "The one who offended the Immortal Sect is the Eldest Young Lady, not us. Moreover, the Eldest Young Lady has the Underworld King behind her. Even the Immortal Sect would not dare to offend the Underworld King."
The Fourth Elder stroked his long beard, his gaze darkening slightly. "You speak sense. Our Feng family has hitched ourselves to the Underworld King and is about to prosper. What is a mere Immortal Sect to us?"
The Second Elder's eyes flickered, a clear look of contemplation appearing on his face. "The Third Young Lady is about to marry the First Prince, yet she causes such trouble..."
"It matters not."
The First Elder was unconcerned. "Baili Ye is already in such a state, barely able to save himself, and has also offended the Underworld King. Even as a prince, he is practically useless. At best, marrying into the royal family will sound good."
Baili Ye's right arm was crippled, and he was now hiding in a remote rural area, fearing he might provoke the Underworld King.
Although he was a prince, he would forever be a laughingstock in people's conversations.
In the Feng family, besides Feng Ninghe, only Feng Qingcheng was somewhat useful.
She exaggerated her claims of having the Underworld King's favor, but in reality, she was already a joke to the people of Li City.
However, Prince Zhenyang was still infatuated with her and held her in his heart. This might still be of some use to the Feng family.
After weighing the pros and cons, the elders stopped speaking and stood in place, gazing into the distance.
The Feng family now relied entirely on Feng Ninghe.
In recent days, the major noble families of Li Kingdom had been frequenting the Feng family. Unable to see Feng Ninghe, they busied themselves with currying favor with the Feng family elders, hoping that one day the elders could be of assistance.
Feng Guangyao and his party were forcefully expelled from the mansion, creating a huge commotion.
"Feng Ninghe, you despicable woman!"
Di Wenbin cursed loudly, his face contorted with anger, but a trace of shame also appeared in his heart. "Feng Ninghe, you act with impunity, relying on your connection with the Underworld King. How could someone as noble as the Underworld King fancy you? He'll likely abandon you in a couple of days!"
Feng Tongtong, wearing a veil that perfectly concealed her face, her beautiful eyes visible outside the veil also blazed with anger.
"Feng Ninghe! I am the future Imperial Consort, my status is noble. How dare you treat me like this!"
Feng Guangyao and Madam Zhang also hurled insults.
They had never imagined that they would one day be thrown out of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion by Feng Ninghe.
Feng Ninghe suddenly stopped, her lips parting as she slowly spoke, "Wait."
These two words made the servants halt their steps.
Feng Tongtong, thinking she was scared, beamed with joy and glared at her ferociously. "Feng Ninghe, it's not too late to regret it. As long as you kneel and apologize to me. The Underworld King was merely acting on a whim, and he will eventually abandon you!"
Her incessant words did not cause much change in Feng Ninghe's expression.
She raised her delicate eyebrows, her crimson lips curling wantonly, and abruptly snatched the veil from Feng Tongtong's face.
The veil was like a fig leaf, covering Feng Tongtong's shame.
The moment the veil was torn off, Feng Tongtong's eyes shifted abruptly. She frantically reached out to cover her cheeks.
A potent pressure bound Feng Tongtong's limbs, rendering her immobile. She could only endure the public's criticism and strange glances.
"What do you want? Give me back my veil quickly!"
Feng Tongtong felt only fear, her eyes filled with wariness as she looked at Feng Ninghe, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the surrounding cultivators.
In response to the question, Feng Ninghe said nothing more, a slight smile playing on her lips as she gently shook the spatial jade bracelet on her wrist.
*Ding ding—*
The spatial jade bracelet emitted a clear chime.
Feng Guangyao and the others, who had been enraged, instantly became dazed.
Their eyes were vacant, their gazes fixed on something ahead.
A moment later, they all opened their mouths in unison, exclaiming, "We are worse than pigs and dogs, unworthy of being human. In the next life, we shall be pigs!"
The Feng family disciples were shocked, their eyes wide with disbelief as they watched this scene.
Although Feng Guangyao was no longer as glorious as before, he was still Feng Qingcheng's father. How could he openly say such things?
And then there was Feng Tongtong, about to become an Imperial Consort, acting so shamelessly!
Di Wenbin and Wang Junzhao were, for better or worse, disciples of immortal sects, especially Di Wenbin, who was the sole heir of the Immortal Sect Master.
"They... they've gone mad!"
The Feng family members were convinced that this group of people had lost their minds.
The servants threw Feng Guangyao and his party out of the mansion. They remained dazed, occasionally muttering, "We are worse than pigs and dogs, unworthy of being human. In the next life, we shall be pigs!"
Feng Ninghe gazed at them calmly, her eyes cool, and opened her lips to command, "They took the compensation money given to me by the Emperor of Li and have not returned it to this day. Expel this entire branch from the mansion! Do not let them leave until they have returned the money to me!"
The servants were shocked by Feng Guangyao and the others' reactions. Facing the command, they quickly responded, fearing they might offend Feng Ninghe.
Watching the group stand there dumbfounded, still shouting, she narrowed her eyes and strode away.
The scene at the entrance of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion was quite grand, and the commotion it caused was significant.
The surrounding crowd pointed and whispered.
"Have they been possessed? They're standing in a straight line, scolding themselves!"
"Look quickly, Feng Tongtong's face is truly disheveled, how did she end up like this! But the First Prince also lost an arm, so they're quite suited for each other."
"The Zhenguo Duke died so tragically back then, and Feng Guangyao even embezzled the compensation money from the Emperor of Li. He's truly greedy! It serves him right to be thrown out now!"
The surrounding voices were a din.
Feng Guangyao was the first to regain his senses.
Seeing the crowd surrounding them, pointing and whispering, he felt his face burn with shame. He could still hear the crowd shouting in unison.
"We are worse than pigs and dogs, unworthy of being human. In the next life, we shall be pigs!"
Feng Guangyao was stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and quickly slapped Madam Zhang's face. "Wake up! Stop chanting, you've embarrassed yourself completely!"
After a few slaps, Madam Zhang finally woke up. Her cheeks were also swollen.
She looked at the still-unconscious people in astonishment. "What... what happened?"
Feng Guangyao did not respond but busied himself waking up Feng Tongtong and the others.
In a short while, the others gradually regained consciousness.
Di Wenbin hurriedly looked around, his face panicked.
The surrounding cultivators continued to mock them, looking at them with disdain.
These individuals, who were considered to have some standing, had said such things in public, and the story would surely be a source of ridicule.
*Bang!*
The mansion gate was flung open.
Servants tossed out bags of luggage and quickly slammed the mansion door shut.
"Feng Ninghe!"
Feng Tongtong shrieked hysterically, wanting to rush forward to settle the score.