Feng Jin frowned, she had always disliked being interrupted during a diagnosis, and the person who came had clearly violated her taboo.
"You, a lowly concubine brought in for good luck, dare to bully my sister?"
A young man, holding a sharp sword, barged in angrily. His handsome and delicate face was filled with fury, as if he was ready to kill someone.
The person who arrived was the youngest son of the Second Master Ling, Ling Muzhu, the brother of Ling Yan from the same mother.
"Young master, you can't go in, Madam..."
The servant, flustered, followed him in. Before he could finish his plea, Ling Muzhu interrupted him, "What Madam? My eldest cousin is such an exceptionally talented person, how can someone of her appearance even dream of him?"
"Speak, what did you do to my sister?"
Feng Jin glanced at him indifferently, ignoring him, and lowered her head to examine Ling Mo Han's leg injury. As her hand touched his leg, a furious roar erupted from behind.
"Stop, what do you think you're doing to my eldest cousin?"
Ling Muzhu was enraged and lunged forward with his sword.
Sensing the killing intent from behind, Feng Jin's eyes suddenly turned cold. She shifted her body slightly, evading the attack, and two fingers clamped onto the icy sword tip.
As she turned, her dark hair flew, and Feng Jin's clear, cold eyes flashed with a chilling hue. She said coldly, "I don't like people pointing swords at me."
*Crack!*
The sword snapped in two!
Ling Muzhu, already furious, became even more incandescent with rage. "You dare break my sword? I'll kill you!"
With that, he raised his hand and struck towards Feng Jin.
*Bang!*
Feng Jin grabbed his wrist and directly flung him to the ground. "Can't you understand human words?"
"Ugly woman, you dare lay a hand on me?"
As a young master of the Ling family, when had Ling Muzhu ever suffered such humiliation? He glared at her fiercely.
What he found even more unbelievable was that this ugly woman knew martial arts!
"Young master, you'd better stop making trouble. If the Old Master finds out, I'll be punished."
The servant was terrified that if the commotion continued, it would alert the Old Master Ling, and he was incredibly anxious.
"Speak, what did you give my sister to make her unable to move?" Ling Muzhu scrambled to his feet and berated Feng Jin.
Feng Jin raised her gaze slightly and said calmly, "I sealed her acupoints. They will automatically release in half an hour."
"Impossible!" Ling Muzhu refused to believe it. If it were just that, he wouldn't be unable to undo it.
"Throw him out," Feng Jin said coldly, glancing at the servant.
The servant dared not move, his mind filled with the thought that if the masters fought, it was they, the servants, who would suffer.
Ling Muzhu sneered, looking at Feng Jin's extremely ugly face with increasing disgust. "You two, tie her up. I'll teach her a good lesson."
"Young master..."
The two servants exchanged glances, clearly hesitant.
Although this new Madam was brought in for good luck, she was nominally the wife of the young general.
"Don't forget, my cousin hasn't woken up yet. Even if he does, he won't acknowledge this woman." Seeing the servants' delay, Ling Muzhu threatened, "Don't forget whose hands your indentures are in. Get to it!"
Upon hearing this, the two servants reluctantly stepped forward.
"Madam, please forgive me!"
Feng Jin watched the two with a calm expression. As they reached for her, her body moved with uncanny speed, flashing behind them.
The servants lost their footing for a moment and stumbled forward.
"Ugly woman, just surrender obediently, or don't blame me for being impolite," Ling Muzhu snorted.
Did she really think a bit of martial arts would make him helpless?
"If you don't want to die, then get out!" Feng Jin's expression turned cold as she saw him pestering her like a mad dog.
"Madam, you'd better not offend the young master."
The servant offered a kind warning. Everyone knew this young master was accustomed to being arrogant in the manor. Besides the Old Master and the eldest young master, no one could control him.
"As long as you obediently kneel and apologize to my elder sister, I'll let you off the hook. Otherwise..."
Ling Muzhu's threat was cut short as a figure flashed before his eyes.
The next instant.
His throat was seized by a hand.
Feng Jin's cold eyes were like a thousand-year-old ice pool, and a terrifying aura emanated from her. "Can't you understand human words? For the Ling family, a scholarly lineage, to produce a descendant like you is truly eye-opening."
Saying this, she kicked Ling Muzhu's knee, forcing him to his knees. "The Ling family didn't teach you manners, so I, as your elder sister-in-law, will. You lack etiquette and trespassed into the East Courtyard, that's the first thing."
"Secondly, it is said that an elder sister-in-law is like a mother. You disrespect me, your elder sister-in-law, and even threaten to kill me. Who gave you the audacity?"
"Thirdly, I am your eldest cousin's wife. You should call me sister-in-law, not 'Hey.' Do you understand?"
Ling Muzhu's face turned pale with pain, his legs feeling as if they were pierced by needles, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Feng Jin looked down at him, her cold eyes devoid of any emotion. "If you heard me, then get out!"
With that, she grabbed his collar and tossed him out.
The servants stared, dumbfounded, not daring to breathe.
This... the new Madam was too brutal!
Everyone knew that this young master was the little tyrant of the capital. He was always the one beating others, when had he ever suffered such treatment?
It's over!
In the end, it was they, the servants, who would bear the brunt of the anger!
The servants wailed in their hearts and hastily ran out.