"Bad luck, had I known this wretched girl was so ungrateful, I never should have taken her back."
Feng Zhanlian was full of disdain.
He had fathered two daughters, but both were ungrateful.
The elder broke off ties with him, the younger caused him to lose all face. On the contrary, it was Feng Ruoyan, the second daughter’s child, who was chosen as a concubine last night, and even entered the palace early this morning.
Emperor Yongye also bestowed upon the Seventh Prince and his wife a mansion.
The second child even said he would take him to the new mansion for a visit another day, his face beaming with pride, nearly choking Feng Zhanlian with envy.
"Big brother, you should feel lucky. I heard Xiao Junci is heartless and callous, easily giving women away. Although Xiangxue is dead, at least she died with conviction, saving us some face."
Feng Zhan Tian soothed a few words before Feng Zhanlian was willing to arrange a funeral for Feng Xiangxue.
Feng Luochen roared as he burst into Feng Mansion.
He stumbled all the way.
Only to see in the hall ahead, a coffin was placed there.
"I’ve come back too late."
Feng Luochen knelt in front of the coffin with a thud, tears brimming in his eyes, hugging the coffin and weeping bitterly.
Feng Zhanlian and Aunt Xue, drawn by the sound, were also stunned.
This unfilial son, was he not dead yet?
Seeing Feng Luochen made Feng Zhanlian’s blood boil.
"Feng Luochen, you still have the face to come back, get out of here."
Feng Zhanlian said angrily.
"Father, how did she die?"
Feng Luochen’s face was filled with grief and rage.
"She is dead, what does it have to do with you."
Feng Zhanlian replied irritably.
"I want to avenge my sister."
Knowing well that Feng Zhanlian was always timid and apprehensive of troubles, Feng Luochen didn’t ask further and went to push the coffin.
The lid of the coffin was opened.
"Where’s my sister, why is she missing?"
Seeing the empty coffin shocked everyone in Feng Mansion, including Feng Luochen.
"Luochen, how did you get here?"
A somewhat familiar voice came from behind, assailing him. Feng Bailing, accompanied by Chun Liu, walked in.
Feng Luochen looked up to see two women enter.
The one on the right was stunningly beautiful, almost celestial; Feng Luochen glanced at her and remained indifferent.
But it was the one on the left, with her round face, who looked very familiar.
"Young Master Luochen..."
Just as Chun Liu was about to speak.
"Sister, it’s really you, you’re not dead."
Feng Luochen dashed to Chun Liu in a flash, embracing her and sobbing loudly.
Feng Bailing couldn’t help but rub her temples, then thumped Feng Luochen on the head.
"Feng Luochen, if your eyes aren’t blind, then take a good look, that’s Chun Liu, I’m your sister."
Feng Luochen abruptly pushed Chun Liu aside, his eyes wide with disbelief.
It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize her; Feng Bailing had transformed from an ugly, chubby girl into a slender beauty. Feng Luochen truly dared not acknowledge her.
Only when he heard Feng Bailing’s fierce tone did he remember, this was indeed his sister.
He pinched his thigh hard.
"You really are Feng Bailing, you weren’t overcome by Dugu Wu, how did you become !"
Feng Bailing laughed dryly.
"Stop embarrassing yourself, don’t interrupt my important business."
Feng Bailing gave Feng Luochen a sharp glare.
Feng Luochen felt his sister not only had become beautiful, but her presence was also overwhelming. He hesitated for a moment, then moved to one side.
Feng Bailing glanced at the hall and the empty coffin, her eyes filled with evident scorn.
She was somewhat surprised to hear that Feng Xiangxue had died.
If it wasn’t for Feng Luochen’s unexpected coffin opening, she too would have been deceived.
"You unfilial daughter, what are you doing here?"
Seeing Feng Bailing, Feng Zhanlian’s presence shrank immediately.
"Feng Zhanlian, receive the decree."