Feng Jun was in a foul mood. He couldn’t help but shoot Wei Changying a glare. “Idiot!”
Being called an idiot over and over, Wei Changying didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he grinned and even slapped his own face a few times. “Yes, yes, I am an idiot. I couldn’t even handle something this small—I deserve to die, I really do.”
Seeing him grin while slapping himself, Feng Jun’s expression finally eased a little. He slouched back in his chair, frowning. “A bunch of grown men attacking a single woman, and they still managed to kill one of their own? Isn’t that way too bizarre?”
Wei Changying leaned in. “They probably all rushed in at once, and that little b*tch from the Qi family dodged them with some trickery. That’s how their own guy got hurt in the confusion.”
Then he snorted. “She got off easy.”
Feng Jun immediately glared at him. “Easy?!”
He flung the chopsticks in his hand, getting angrier the more he thought about it. “Come up with something! I want that b*tch humiliated beyond recovery!”
Over the past two days, he had finally understood why Caiwei was so upset.
And he still couldn’t believe it.
Never mind the fact that she once saved his life—just by looks and talent alone, Feng Caiwei was unmatched in the entire capital. The Imperial Grandson must be blind to not favor her!
To actually fall for that b*tch from the Qi family instead?
He wanted to see if the Imperial Grandson would still want her after she’d lost all face—wouldn’t that make him a cuckold?
Wei Changying frowned, somewhat hesitant. “Young Master Jun, hiring some street thugs to harass a woman is one thing—she suffers a loss but doesn’t dare make a fuss. But don’t you think we shouldn’t let this escalate too much?”
The Qi family was, after all, a marquis household.
And Chengen Marquis was merely granted his title through imperial favor, with no official post in the capital yet.
But Yongping Marquis, Qi Zhen, commanded two hundred thousand troops stationed in the capital.
Making enemies of them wouldn’t end well.
Feng Jun, however, wasn’t listening. He sneered. “Not escalate? If I didn’t want this to escalate, what the h*ll would I need you for?”
He looked at Wei Changying with a half-smile. “Don’t you want to get into the Imperial Guard? Let’s see if this little task of yours gets done.”
The Imperial Guard wasn’t just any escort force—they were the emperor’s personal troops. If he got familiar faces in front of the throne, his future would be bright.
But the Guard was hereditary. Sons replaced their fathers, hence the term “little general households.”
Getting in was nearly impossible.
Now that Feng Jun was offering, what was there to fear?
Wei Changying immediately smiled and shifted tone: “Lately I’ve been looking into it—Miss Qi has a close relationship with the Eldest Princess and often visits Liu Wangfei at Baiyun Temple.”
Clearly, he had done his homework on Qi Yuan.
Feng Jun’s expression softened further. “So what are you suggesting?”
“Depends on what Young Master Jun prefers,” Wei Changying said with a sly smile. “There’s plenty of chances to strike—at Baiyun Temple on the mountain… or perhaps at the Eldest Princess’s estate. Isn’t there a banquet the day after tomorrow?”
Ever since Princess Consort Lu returned, the Eldest Princess’s household had kept a low profile.
But now that he had resumed office, they needed to reintroduce themselves to the capital’s nobles and officials.
So the Eldest Princess was hosting a formal gathering.
Feng Jun instantly understood what Wei Changying meant.
Qi Yuan was supposedly raised by the Eldest Princess, and the Eldest Princess treated her very specially.
A banquet at her residence—Qi Yuan would definitely attend.
A faint smile appeared on Feng Jun’s face. “Then naturally… it has to be during the banquet…”
Then he narrowed his eyes at Wei Changying. “You sure about this? Don’t screw it up again, or I’ll kill you!”
A scandal at a Eldest Princess’s banquet—where Qi Yuan and a man could be caught alone in a room together, in front of all the capital’s nobility?
Now that would be entertaining.
It would also be a huge win for Caiwei.
After that, Qi Yuan wouldn’t even be fit to lick Caiwei’s boots.
Wei Changying kept up his usual grin. “It’s worth a try. With enough silver, even gods can be bribed. What can’t be done with money?”
Feng Jun burst into laughter.
—
At that very moment, Old Madam Qi was also laughing—from sheer anger.
“Who’s the blind fool behind this?!”
The old marquis looked grim. He gave a cold snort. “We’ll know when Li Zhong returns with news.”
Madam Qi raised an eyebrow. “I’ll speak plainly. I think this has something to do with the Feng family.”
She still remembered how Feng Caiwei had come to their house to warn Qi Yuan.
It all seemed ridiculous.
The Feng family always acted like they were above everyone else. After all these years of suppression, they still hadn’t changed their arrogant ways?
The old marquis sipped his tea silently.
Soon, Li Zhong returned, panting. “Old Marquis, Madam, I stayed nearby the whole time. Those thugs only said someone gave them silver to do the job. But as for who it was—they could only say it seemed to be some young master. Nothing else.”
The old marquis summoned Qi Yuan and asked, “Ah Yuan, what’s your take on this?”
Qi Yuan curled her lips in a mocking smile. “I don’t think it was Feng Caiwei herself—she’s not that stupid.”
After a pause, she added, “But even if it wasn’t her directly, it’s definitely related to the Feng family.”
Madam Qi took a deep breath. “This is outrageous! They waited until you were alone to strike—that means they’ve been watching you for days. What are they trying to do?!”
What were they trying to do?
If they couldn’t get at the Imperial Grandson, they’d naturally go after the person the Imperial Grandson liked.
In that sense, the Feng family in this life was no different from how they were in her past life.
Qi Yuan suddenly recalled that in her last life, when Feng Caiwei fell, Feng Jun had slapped her face over and over until her ears bled.
She had almost forgotten that.
But if Feng Jun didn’t want to live a decent life—she certainly didn’t mind adding one more life to her tally.
She smiled lightly. “I think I know who it was.”
“Who?!” Madam Qi immediately asked.
The old marquis also looked at her. “Should we think of a way to deal with them?”
His tone was mild.
Qi Yuan raised her eyes. “There’s no need. Isn’t there a banquet at the Eldest Princess’s estate the day after tomorrow? I bet they’re not done yet. I won’t have to do anything—they’ll walk right into it themselves.”
Old Madam Qi instantly understood. She said coldly, “If they really try to pull something at the Eldest Princess’s banquet, then they deserve to die!”
She added, “I’ll have your second aunt accompany you. Do you want any extra guards?”
“No need,” Qi Yuan said, lowering her eyes. “I can handle it myself.”
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