Feng Caiwei had spent the whole day watching the drama unfold and was in an excellent mood.
On the way back, she glanced at the silent Xiao Jingzhao and asked with a half-smile, “What’s wrong? Your Highness doesn’t look too pleased.”
Xiao Jingzhao’s expression indeed wasn’t good.
He gave a cold tug at the corner of his lips as he looked at Feng Caiwei. “You got what you wanted.”
Feng Caiwei disliked the lifeless look on Xiao Jingzhao’s face but didn’t care much either.
Whether others were happy or not had nothing to do with her—so long as she achieved her goals.
She even deliberately reminded him, “Don’t forget to bring me along tomorrow when you go watch the fun.”
She truly wanted to witness the mess it would turn into.
After a pause, Xiao Jingzhao finally asked, “Aren’t you afraid that Qi Yuan might win again?”
He wasn’t exactly polite about it—today had put him in a foul mood.
He desired this empire, and thus every matter within it was his concern.
If everyone behaved like Tian Baoci, the royal family’s reputation would soon be in ruins.
He said coldly, “Miss Qi is indeed a capable person. If she defeats Tian Baoci…”
Feng Caiwei interrupted without hesitation, “If she defeats him, he’ll never let her go! No matter who wins, in the end, I’ll be the only one who gains!”
She curled her lips mockingly, stepped off the carriage with Xiuyi’s help, and couldn’t resist ridiculing, “Your Highness, if you’re going to be a good person or a villain, do it properly. The worst are those who want to play the villain but still cling to their pitiful conscience. That’s no way to achieve anything grand.”
She didn’t bother to look at Xiao Jingzhao’s expression again and walked into the house with Xiuyi’s support.
Back home, she first went to greet Madam Feng.
But she wasn’t received—only an old maid came out to say Madam Feng was feeling unwell and that there was no need for her to visit.
Feng Caiwei’s expression darkened.
Unwell?
Clearly an excuse from Feng Yuzhang.
Fine, if they wanted to pull her down now, then they better not come crawling back once she rose again.
She turned and returned to her own courtyard, lounged on a beauty couch, and gave Xiuyi a glance.
Xiuyi understood and immediately knelt to massage her waist and back.
Only then did Feng Caiwei coldly ask, “Nothing’s gone wrong with the people watching Qi Yuan, right? Make sure she’s closely watched!”
Xiuyi answered softly as she massaged, “Don’t worry, miss. The people below know what they’re doing. They wouldn’t dare ruin your plans.”
Feng Caiwei turned over, suddenly thinking of Tian Baoci.
That arrogant fool—just as she’d told Xiao Jingzhao—no matter who won the match, it wouldn’t end well for Qi Yuan.
If she won, Tian Baoci would hate her to death and never let her live in peace.
If she lost, he’d humiliate her until she couldn’t show her face again.
Either way, Qi Yuan was finished.
Just thinking about it made her wish it were already the next day.
She tossed and turned all night, barely sleeping, and had dark circles under her eyes when morning came.
Xiuyi rushed in with a hot towel to place over her eyes.
Feng Caiwei waved her hand, unconcerned.
A woman dressed for those who pleased her—and Xiao Jingzhao wasn’t worth her efforts.
Besides, today there were more important matters. As she changed her clothes, she casually asked, “What kind of dog did Qi Yuan find?”
What dog did she plan to use against Tian Baoci’s beloved beasts?
Xiuyi hesitated, her face a little troubled. She said in a low voice, “Miss… Miss Qi didn’t look for a dog.”
…Feng Caiwei froze for a moment, then sneered, “Truly reckless.”
Still thinking she had everything under control?
She chuckled. “Let’s go watch the show.”
—
By the time Feng Caiwei arrived, Duke Chengen Estate’s country villa was already bustling with people.
Yesterday, Tian Baoci had declared publicly in the tavern that anyone who wanted to watch the match could come—so anyone who heard the news came calling with their friends.
Who didn’t love a ready-made spectacle?
Seeing the crowd, Feng Caiwei’s smile deepened.
Good. The more people, the better. She really wanted a good show.
And now, one of the main characters had already arrived. Tian Baoci had prepared the backyard training ground for the dogfight.
It was the same place he and his rowdy friends usually used—his dogs knew it well, and so did he.
At this moment, he tossed a live chicken into the cage and shouted, “Food time!”
Just as he finished speaking, a black dog—almost as tall as a man and previously lying still—suddenly sprang up and lunged at the chicken.
In a flash, the chicken was silent—torn apart.
A wave of gasps rose from the crowd.
They’d heard Tian Baoci was skilled with dogs, but seeing it in person was still unsettling.
The dog was pitch black, with glossy fur, glowing red eyes, and its tail drooped low—an intimidating sight.
Tian Baoci burst out laughing. “General, eat well. Once you’re full, go rip those rats to shreds!”
Feng Caiwei smirked faintly.
Tian Baoci really was something—he’d named the dog “General.”
Just then, Xiuyi squeezed her wrist and whispered, “Miss, here comes Miss Qi.”
Feng Caiwei raised her brows. Outside, voices called out for people to make way. Soon, a path opened in the crowd, and Qi Yuan walked in slowly.
Everyone turned to look at her.
Or more accurately—at what she brought with her.
This was a dogfight, after all. Tian Baoci’s dog was already visible—huge and terrifying. What kind of dog had Qi Yuan brought?
All eyes turned to the dog at her side.
It was hairless, with blotchy skin and round eyes—downright ugly.
A wave of disappointed murmurs rose.
That thing didn’t even come close to Tian Baoci’s beast—it looked like a mange-ridden mutt.
That’s the dog she planned to defeat the undefeated “General” with?
Tian Baoci stood up, face twisted with mockery as he spotted the dog behind Qi Yuan. “You’re bringing that to compete with me?”
Qi Yuan smiled calmly. “Wasn’t this a dogfight? What’s wrong—does Sixth Young Master Tian want to compete against my dog himself?”
Tian Baoci’s expression instantly darkened.
This woman really had no fear of death!
He sneered. “You’d better still be this sharp-tongued after you lose.”
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