Outside the courtyard, several people were happily roasting chicken.
Old Man Xu served the roasted chicken.
Si Xin Xin held a chicken leg and ate heartily, while Xiao Zhao, like a glutton, devoured a whole roasted chicken.
Even A Xi praised it repeatedly, nodding in approval.
The rich aroma of roasted chicken wafted into the house. Feng Ning He put down her empty bowl and pushed the door open.
Everyone was gathered around, eating roasted chicken.
The long-lost harmonious atmosphere greatly improved Feng Ning He's mood. Her gaze casually fell upon everyone.
If only life could always be as peaceful and serene as this.
She knew very well that such cherished days were fleeting.
"Pretty Mama!"
Si Xin Xin noticed something and quickly came over, her chubby little hands holding a large chicken leg, her small mouth busy chewing. She said with a slight lisp, "I specifically saved this for you. Pretty Mama, please taste it."
The little dumpling before her seemed to soften hearts and instantly improve one's mood.
Feng Ning He did not hesitate. She took the chicken leg and began to taste it.
The familiar chicken leg entered her mouth, and the rich, mellow flavor instantly filled her mouth.
Yet, she felt this chicken leg tasted better than before.
Not far away, a solitary, tall figure stood quietly.
Si Jian Ye's narrow eyes, devoid of their usual coldness, held a hint of amusement as he quietly gazed at the woman before him.
It was the first time he had encountered such an interesting woman.
His monotonous days seemed to have gained a spark of life...
The Zhen Guo Duke's Manor.
For several days, Feng Qing Cheng recuperated in her room.
She had used all sorts of elixirs and medicinal herbs to heal her injuries.
"Sister Qing Cheng, this bowl of medicine contains many herbs I brought from the Immortal Sect. Taste it and see how it is."
Di Wen Bin carefully held a bowl of medicinal soup and offered it.
Looking at the medicinal soup, Feng Qing Cheng smiled slightly and took it without hesitation, drinking it.
The injuries on her face had completely healed. Her pale face looked unwell, appearing somewhat wan and pitiful.
Di Wen Bin deliberately added, "Sister Qing Cheng, I have sent a message to my father, informing him of everything that happened in Li Country. He said that Venerable Tang will come out of seclusion in the next two days, and he will come with Venerable Tang. Father will surely get justice for me!"
These words immediately brightened Feng Qing Cheng's eyes, a hint of cunning flashing across them.
She needed help to deal with Feng Ning He.
However, the Sect Master and Feng Ning He did not have deep animosity. To make the Sect Master and the entire Immortal Sect furious, she had to do something more...
Di Wen Bin did not notice the increased hatred in Feng Qing Cheng's eyes, as he was still volubly complaining about his grievances.
He was the sole son of the Immortal Sect Master, yet he had been repeatedly humiliated by a lowly woman. He could not swallow this insult.
The deeper Di Wen Bin's resentment grew, the more pleased Feng Qing Cheng became.
She changed the topic, "Feng Ning He seems to have been quiet these past few days. Do you know what that bitch has been doing?"
Feng Qing Cheng had secretly sent people to monitor Feng Ning He, but her spies were incapable of doing so.
Sending people to watch her was futile.
Facing the question, Di Wen Bin replied truthfully, "I'm not sure about her situation. It seems she hasn't been in the manor for the past two days."
Feng Qing Cheng unconsciously raised her delicate eyebrows, countless thoughts flashing across her eyes.
Could this bitch have gone to the Underworld?
The moment this thought crossed her mind, Feng Qing Cheng anxiously clenched her fists, her killing intent intensifying.
She only regretted that Feng Ning He had been given a chance to survive.
She absolutely could not let the Underworld King know the truth... Feng Ning He must die!
Shi Wan.
When Feng Ning He returned to the courtyard, Chi Xia hurried over, holding a thick booklet. "Young Lady, this is from the Master. He sent someone to deliver it to you, saying it records the usage of the compensation funds."
Feng Ning He took the booklet and flipped through it. Her willow-like eyebrows rose, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "To fill his pockets, my uncle is truly unscrupulous. Even the renovation of the manor and the purchase of elixirs for the juniors are counted as compensation funds."
She had expected this. Feng Guang Yao would not willingly hand over the compensation funds.
After so many years, even if there were mountains of gold, Feng Guang Yao would have squandered them all.
Chi Xia frowned, looking at her. "Young Lady, what should we do now?"
Feng Ning He's expression was calm. She turned to Chi Xia and said, "Pass on my message. The treasury has detailed records of renovation expenses. He has already siphoned off these expenses from the treasury.
If he tries to fool me with fabricated items again, I will immediately go to the palace. If he cannot produce them, he will compensate with equivalent spirit stones. I will give him two days. If he delays further, he will bear the consequences."
Chi Xia did not delay and quickly turned to leave.
When these words reached Feng Guang Yao's ears, he was so enraged that he jumped up and down.
"This ungrateful wretch! We worked so hard to raise her! Yet she treats us like this!"
Feng Guang Yao was pacing frantically.
He had already squandered everything. How could he produce so many spirit stones?
Madam Zhang also gritted her teeth, her face filled with ferocity. "Feng Ning He thinks she can rest easy by clinging to the Underworld King. This slut will probably be abandoned by the Underworld King any day now!"
Her connection to the Underworld King was enough to make them wary.
Feng Guang Yao's face turned red with anger, as if a fire was burning in his chest. "Even if I sold myself, I might not be worth so many spirit stones!"
The Emperor of Li had been generous. He had given many valuable items as compensation to Feng Ning He back then.
Unfortunately, she was young and ignorant and could not manage such a large sum of money.
Feng Guang Yao then naturally took it upon himself to 'manage' it.
Madam Zhang gritted her teeth and suggested, "I have an idea. Why don't we borrow some from Prince Zhen Yang and add some of our own? Prince Zhen Yang fancies Qing Cheng. As long as we speak nicely, I don't think Prince Zhen Yang will refuse..."
That night.
Feng Ning He sat in meditation on her bed, circulating the spiritual energy within her body.
The fusion of the two spiritual energies allowed her strength to break through.
Now, even Mo Zi Sang could be killed with a single blow before her!
Bang!
A powerful gust of wind swept through.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Moonlight poured into the room, and a solitary, tall figure slowly stepped inside.
The man's expression was slightly cold, and his gaze instantly fell upon Feng Ning He.
"Si Jian Ye?"
Feng Ning He was slightly stunned, looking at him with wide surprise. "Why are you here!"
Facing the question, Si Jian Ye walked towards her nonchalantly, his gaze casually sweeping around the room. "Naturally, I've come to see how the bed you sleep in tonight is."
His simple words revealed his purpose.
Feng Ning He raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, but still rose and made way for the bed.
What she hadn't expected was for Si Jian Ye to arrive so soon.
This man, abandoning the divine artifact Dream-Entering Slumber to sleep in her ordinary bed, was truly remarkable.
"Since you want to sleep, this bed is yours. I'll find another room."
As she spoke, she generously turned and left.
Si Jian Ye, however, followed closely behind her.
Wherever she went, Si Jian Ye followed.