After finishing everything, Feng Jin slowly stood up and stretched lazily. She was truly tired after a whole day of busyness.
She walked to the windowsill. It was already dark. Feng Jin gazed at the distant moon, her thoughts filled with melancholy. Time passed so quickly; the end of the year was just around the corner.
Counting the days, the wedding of Gu Beichen and Murong Jin Yuan was approaching. She hoped this wedding would pass peacefully.
With a bang, the door was violently pushed open from the outside. Feng Jin's delicate body trembled in fright. She quickly turned around and saw Ling Mo Han storming in, his face full of rage.
Furious, he kicked an obstructing chair aside. Ling Mo Han sat down on another chair, his face contorted with anger. His breathing was rapid, showing just how truly furious he was at the moment.
Feng Jin frowned slightly and walked to his side, her gaze slowly scanning him.
After a moment's pause, she slowly opened her mouth and asked, "What's wrong? Who has offended you, or were you bitten by a dog outside?"
"It's almost like being bitten by a dog. I'm covered in bad luck!"
Whatever bad luck there was, it always found him. It was enough to infuriate someone to death.
"What's going on? You're so angry. Anger harms the body; if you get yourself sick, it will be a loss that outweighs the gain."
If he were to get seriously ill from anger, she would have to take care of him. Feng Jin pulled a chair over and sat beside him, wanting to ask him what exactly had happened. Before she could even ask, Ling Mo Han impatiently began to complain.
"Baili Xi actually proposed that I handle the wedding arrangements for Gu Beichen and the Princess of Xiliang! And His Majesty agreed! Chu Chenyi, on the other hand, says nothing. He eats my food, lives in my house, uses my resources, and at the crucial moment, he adds insult to injury. He's utterly shameless!"
Ling Mo Han's words were filled with dissatisfaction, fueling his anger even further.
He suddenly stood up and, under Feng Jin's bewildered gaze, turned to leave.
"What are you going out for at this hour?"
Feng Jin quickly shouted. What time was it? Why leave now?
"I'm going to settle the score with Chu Chenyi!"
The more he thought about it, the more indignant he felt. He absolutely had to go and settle the score with Chu Chenyi to vent his anger.
Seeing that the situation was escalating, Feng Jin didn't think twice and rushed out the door, following Ling Mo Han's steps.
"What are you going to find him for at this hour? He might already be asleep. Can't you just wait until tomorrow to talk about it?"
He insisted on not giving up, unwilling to let anyone rest in the middle of the night.
She really wanted to drag Ling Mo Han back, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great. She was willing but unable to do it.
Ling Mo Han, blinded by anger, didn't even listen to Feng Jin's words. He ran forward, determined to confront Chu Chenyi.
Chu Chenyi had just finished showering his affections on Lin Yuwei and was about to get ready for bed when his door was kicked open from the outside.
This was Ling Manor. He didn't need to guess who would barge into his room like this. As expected, he saw Ling Mo Han appear before him.
"Why are you up all night, acting crazy? Are you sick in the head!"
Chu Chenyi said indignantly, clearly displeased with Ling Mo Han's seemingly疯癫 behavior.
"Pack your things and get out!"
Already harboring anger, Ling Mo Han was even more impolite now, offering a curt eviction notice.
How long had he been staying here? He had been served with good food and drink daily for nearly half a month, with no intention of leaving.
And today, he had added insult to injury. Such a disloyal person, he didn't need to tolerate him any longer. He was determined to drive Chu Chenyi out today.
"I refuse to leave. What can you do to me!"
Chu Chenyi decided to be stubborn. He plopped down on a chair, sprawled out in a manner that was far from princely. He looked more like a rogue or a scoundrel.
When Feng Jin arrived, she immediately sensed the palpable tension in the air, like a brewing storm. She cautiously surveyed the two men locked in a standoff, then sighed and rubbed her forehead.
It was just a small matter. How old were these two? Why were they acting like children, arguing over such a trifle? She felt embarrassed just watching them.
"That's enough, both of you. Stop making a scene in the middle of the night. Whatever you have to say, save it for tomorrow."
Feng Jin stepped in to mediate at the opportune moment, reaching out to grab Ling Mo Han's hand, intending to pull her own man back first.
She tugged hard, but the man was as steady as a mountain, unmoving. Feng Jin's smile froze. She moved closer to him and whispered in his ear, "That's enough. Come back with me quickly."
Did he really intend to make a scene with Chu Chenyi like this? Wasn't he afraid of losing face?
Chu Chenyi fearlessly met Ling Mo Han's murderous gaze. He was, after all, a prince, a legitimate royal. Ling Mo Han would have to think twice before laying a hand on him.
After all, the crime of assaulting a prince was not a small one. If it were reported to the Emperor, he would certainly face some punishment. Thinking of this, Chu Chenyi's confidence grew.
However, he forgot that Ling Mo Han was once a man who feared nothing. He was the type of person who would dare to fight even if the King of Heaven stood before him. It was only in recent years, after entering officialdom, that he had somewhat restrained himself.
Before Chu Chenyi could become too arrogant, Ling Mo Han threw a fierce punch, which landed squarely on Chu Chenyi's handsome right cheek.
The speed was so great that Chu Chenyi only realized what had happened after taking the blow.
Feng Jin was also stunned. She hadn't even seen how Ling Mo Han had thrown the punch. Then she saw Chu Chenyi fall to the ground, clutching his injured face and crying out in pain.
"Hey! You actually hit him!"
She blurted out subconsciously and quickly rushed forward to grab Ling Mo Han's arm, afraid he would impulsively throw another punch at Chu Chenyi.
After all, Chu Chenyi was a prince. If he were to be seriously injured by Ling Mo Han in their manor, it would be difficult for them to explain to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.
"You bastard! You actually hit him!"