TSFLIP Chapter 1067

Over on the other side, Leng Qingjue was in so much pain she couldn’t endure it anymore. Xuan Yuanfei had no choice but to knock her unconscious. Then he glared at Liu Nianfeng. “Who exactly are you?”

“My name is Liu Nianfeng,” he said with a slight smile. “And I am Fengguang’s future husband.”

Fengguang’s face flushed red. In a situation like this, she didn’t dare make a sound. Liu Nianfeng somehow produced a packet of dried plums and held it out to her. She hesitated for a moment, but instinct won out—she obediently reached out, took one, and popped it into her mouth.

Holding the unconscious Leng Qingjue in his arms, Xuan Yuanfei turned his cold gaze toward Xia Chao. “Prince Jing, she is still your daughter. Are you really going to stand by and do nothing?”

Xia Chao, who had been pretending to sip tea and admire the scenery, finally looked at him and smiled faintly. “Fourth Prince, have you forgotten? Just now, Miss Leng herself declared that she had severed all ties with our household. At this point, we have nothing to do with her. If every stranger came to me for help, how could I possibly manage?”

Xuan Yuanfei choked on his words, unable to respond. He knew that no one present was willing to help Leng Qingjue, and staying here would be pointless. He thought of his friend—the young prime minister of Mingzi—and figured perhaps he might have a solution.

Xuan Yuanfei swept a cold glance over everyone present. “We’ll settle this score another day.”

With that threat, he carried Leng Qingjue away.

Fengguang said lightly, “I think we might’ve offended him.”

“Letting a clown keep jumping around can be a way to pass the time,” Liu Nianfeng replied. He then produced a white handkerchief from somewhere and gently wiped the bits of dried plum from the corner of her mouth.

Fengguang grew even more embarrassed.

Watching his daughter sit in a man’s arms and be doted on like a child… Xia Chao felt a pang in his chest, while Wang Ci found it unbearable to look at. The two of them silently reached an understanding and left the hall without saying a word.

Walking down a corridor, it was the first time in many years that Xia Chao and Wang Ci had the chance to walk alone together. He felt a faint sense of happiness and asked, “A-Ci, why did you agree so quickly to let Fengguang marry that Liu Nianfeng?”

When it came to Fengguang—especially her marriage—she should have been even more cautious than he was.

Wang Ci glanced at him. “Didn’t you see? He can save Fengguang. He can cure her heart condition.”

“Then why are you so certain he can save her?”

Wang Ci stopped walking, her expression turning serious as she said slowly, “It goes back to thirteen years ago, when I went to our maternal clan’s Linglong Treasury to save Fengguang…”

Back then, when Fengguang was born, she already had an injury to her heart. With no other options, Wang Ci took her to the Linglong Treasury. There, she did find a treasure that could prolong Fengguang’s life—but at the same time, she also discovered a letter.

The letter was addressed to “Little Ci’er.” No one had ever called Wang Ci that before, yet she had a strong intuition that the letter was meant for her. So she opened it. There were only a few short lines written inside.

It said that when Fengguang turned thirteen, she would face a great calamity. A man named Liu Nianfeng would appear, and only he could save her—and he was someone to be trusted.

The letter was signed at the end: Rong Tingxue.

That was an ancestor from Wang Ci’s maternal clan.

Perhaps at the time, Wang Ci still held some doubts about this ancestor who existed only in legend. But the moment she saw Liu Nianfeng, she knew—everything Rong Tingxue had written was true.