Inside the room.
On the messy, disheveled bed, the injured man was nowhere to be seen. Only Lin Ruoyu lay there, letting out weak, agonized moans. Her hands grabbed randomly at things beside her, as if seeking some kind of release. The jade pendant hanging at the head of the bed was pulled down by her, falling to the ground with a sharp, piercing shatter.
What was going on? Was Lin Ruoyu performing a one-man show? The medicinal effects in her body hadn't been resolved—could it be that man...
Feng Jiuge's heart dropped the moment she recalled how wide open the windows had been when she arrived. She leaned out to look downstairs. The ground below was clean and empty, with no sign of that man. Clearly, he hadn't fallen to his death. But to think he could still escape despite being injured to such an extent—he really was quite the survivor.
Her brows furrowed slightly. Beneath her moon-white robes, her slender frame faintly emanated a hint of killing intent. If she allowed that man to escape, her days ahead would not be easy.
"Mmm... A'bin... A'bin..."
Lin Ruoyu's suddenly high-pitched voice from her earpiece interrupted Feng Jiuge's thoughts. She turned to look inside the room. Now there was an extra man by the bedside—it was Feng Li.
Lin Ruoyu's hands touched Feng Li's body. As if having found salvation, she quickly pressed her soft, delicate frame against him. However, Feng Li stood there with an unsightly expression, motionless. It wasn't until Lin Ruoyu reached out to undo his belt that he suddenly shoved her away, thick disgust filling his brows and eyes.
"Disgusting!"
Feng Li lived up to his name, always being a modest gentleman—gentle and courteous. Such an outrageous word indicated that he was already furious beyond measure.
Lin Ruoyu, at this moment, was tormented by the burning heat throughout her body until her mind was muddled. She still threw herself at Feng Li, relentless.
"A'bin... A'bin... A'bin..."
It was in these low murmurs that Feng Jiuge understood why her older brother was so angry.
A'bin?
She didn't remember Feng Li having such a childhood name.
Putting on airs with false affections. It wasn't unreasonable for an unappreciated illegitimate daughter to want to rise to become a phoenix, but to have killed her childhood sweetheart and still be preparing to marry into the Feng family so prettily—that woman really knew how to delude herself.
Alright, her brother's side was resolved. As the eldest young master of the illustrious Feng family, she didn't need to worry about the cleanup. She only hoped that after returning home, the old man wouldn't put her under house arrest. That would be too perfect.
However...
The moment she thought of the man who had escaped today, all of Feng Jiuge's good mood instantly vanished. He was a slow-acting poison that could take her life at any moment. If not eradicated, he would claim her life sooner or later. As expected, if you don't pull weeds out by the roots, they'll grow back when the spring wind blows. This time, it was her miscalculation.
With a flip and a leap, Feng Jiuge's body, light as a wild goose, swung through the air and landed atop the main building of the Yuyang Tower. Then, with a swift turn, that graceful, ink-colored figure disappeared into the Jingyang City illuminated by thousands of household lights.
"Find him for me. Turn Mingyue upside down if you have to, but find that man."
"Yes."
The Western Jing Feng family's stronghold was built atop a mountain peak. In the words of their founding ancestor, it was a place where one man could guard the pass against ten thousand. Surrounding it were continuous mountain ranges stretching thousands of li, yet abruptly rising from the middle was a towering peak, like an unsheathed sharp blade, as if it would cut a massive gash in the sky. There was only one path up the mountain—hundreds to thousands of stone steps reaching straight into the clouds. Just looking up at it made one's heart fill with fear, unable to take a step.
Fortunately, Feng Jiuge possessed ancient martial arts and peerless qinggong. This bit of difficulty was simply nothing to her.