Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“But…”
Feng Xiang coldly interrupted her, “If you have a better idea, then I won’t need to take a concubine.”
Xu Jiayi was so angry that her eyes were bloodshot. Still, she didn’t have any better ideas about how to make Feng Tianlan hand over the token. She’d had difficulty giving birth to Yu’er and was no longer able to have children. She could only clench her teeth and go along with this arrangement, even though she didn’t agree with it at all. However, she would not let this go just like that.
“So, we’re good?” Feng Xiang looked hopefully at Feng Tianlan.
Feng Tianlan saw the battered Feng Xiuyu and smiled. “One more thing. Let Feng Xiuyu marry Si Rong as a concubine. After all, you wanted to marry me off as a concubine before, so you should treat your daughters equally.”
“No way!” Feng Xiuyu immediately screamed out.
“Just send her in as a concubine. As for whether she becomes the main or secondary consort, I don’t care,” Feng Tianlan added on. She knew how to drive Feng Xiuyu completely insane.
“No, Father, don’t agree to her request! I don’t want to be some concubine! I want to marry Big Brother Rong as his wife!”
Feng Xiang quickly weighed the pros and cons of the situation then nodded his head. “Agreed.”
“No! I don’t want to be a concubine! I don’t want to be a concubine!!” Feng Xiuyu started screaming uncontrollably.
Not caring about the terrible pain in her body, she struggled to rush over and attack Feng Tianlan. But Xu Jiayi and Feng Xiang stopped her.
“Stop your nonsense.”
Si Rong visited Feng Xiuyu daily, and today was no exception. The moment he stepped into the house, he heard what Feng Xiuyu was screaming and asked her, “Who said you would be a concubine?”
“Big Brother Rong!” Feng Xiuyu immediately burst into tears when she saw that Si Rong had arrived. She broke free of Xu Jiayi and ran into his arms, crying as she said, “Big Brother Rong, that sl*t of a sister, Feng Tianlan, has just said that she wants me to be your concubine! She’s jealous that I’m going to be your wife. Kill her for me!”
Si Rong looked down at Feng Xiuyu’s messy hair. She was covered with bloody wounds. Then, he scanned the courtyard and suddenly realized it was filled with corpses. In shock, he asked, “What’s going on?”
Feng Xiuyu could only think about how she didn’t want to be a concubine, so she didn’t explain anything else.
Si Rong wanted to gain Feng Xiuyu and Feng Xiang’s favor, so he didn’t bother clarifying what had happened and turned to sneer at Feng Tianlan, “Feng Tianlan, our engagement has been called off already. I don’t like you and will never take Yu’er as a concubine. Stop picking on Yu’er. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being nasty.”
“Does Third Prince have amnesia?” Feng Tianlan asked, reminding him gently, “The engagement wasn’t called off. I repudiated you on five out of seven reasons, remember?”
Where did he get this superiority complex? Did he really think that she was targeting Feng Xiuyu because of him?
The moment he heard the word ‘repudiate,’ Si Rong couldn’t help but be reminded of how he had been humiliated at the Sparring Arena. His ears became red from anger, and he replied in a cold voice, “What do you mean you ‘repudiated’ me? That’s just what you said. If you’re still picking on Yu’er because of me, then you’d better beg her forgiveness. If you grovel hard enough, perhaps I might marry you as a second wife.”
Pfft! Feng Tianlan chortled at the egoistic Si Rong; she couldn’t be bothered with him.
“Third Prince,” Feng Xiang saw that Feng Tianlan’s expression had changed. It didn’t look good, so he pondered what to do for a while. Finally, he said, “Third Prince, come over here for a while. I need to talk to you about some things.”
He didn’t want to tell Si Rong about his plans, but without knowledge of the bigger picture, Si Rong might unintentionally ruin them. So, it was better to make sure that the prince was informed and agreeable before moving on.