TSFLIP Chapter 1057

The young man smiled politely. “My surname is Liu, given name Nianfeng. I am the master of Snowfall Villa. I am currently unmarried…”

A vein throbbed at Xia Chao’s temple. “Why are you telling me this?!”

“To introduce myself to my father-in-law and mother-in-law—isn’t that something every son-in-law should do?”

Xia Chao’s face turned livid. “When did I ever say Fengguang would marry you?”

“No need for further discussion.” Liu Nianfeng gently patted Fengguang’s back as he held her, his expression so tender it made it seem as though the girl in his arms was his greatest treasure. In a slow, unquestionable tone, he said, “From this moment on, Fengguang is mine.”

Wang Ci’s expression was no better. “Sir, please don’t speak nonsense. Fengguang is in poor health, and she is a young lady—her reputation is of utmost importance. Return my daughter to me. I am taking her away.”

“I will cure Fengguang’s illness. As for her reputation, it will be tied to me alone.” He smiled faintly, impossibly elegant. “I will not hand her over to anyone.”

“I am her mother!”

“And precisely because you are her mother, I will not kill you.” Liu Nianfeng stood, still holding Fengguang. His smile was so beautiful that, despite his overbearing words, it almost felt like a favor he was bestowing.

Just as the tension reached its peak, Leng Qingjue suddenly stepped forward. She adopted the curious, innocent expression of a young boy. After all, this body of hers had just turned thirteen—an age of youthful charm. She knew that acting a little cute would naturally win favor.

She asked, “Big brother, did you and this young lady know each other before?”

The moment her words fell, a streak of sword energy sliced across her cheek.

It was faster than the blink of an eye. Even with Leng Qingjue’s instincts as a trained agent, she only felt the killing intent a full three seconds after the strike had already passed.

Liu Nianfeng smiled. “If you dare claim kinship again, next time it won’t just be your face that gets cut.”

His gaze had fallen on the white jade pendant at her waist—that was a wedding gift he had given his master three hundred years ago.

Since she was a descendant of Lan Zhao, he was willing, for the sake of his former master’s guidance, to spare her life this once.

What a pity. Someone as meticulous as Lan Zhao—how could he have such an arrogant and reckless descendant?

Leng Qingjue fell silent. Her hands clenched at her sides, gripping her clothes tightly. Back in the modern world, she had been known as the legendary Queen of Agents. Yet since arriving in this ancient world, she had endured more frustration than she could count.

And still, because of this body, she had no way to defeat these people—neither Liu Nianfeng nor Xia Chao.

“Fengguang needs rest.” Liu Nianfeng spoke politely to the grim-faced Xia Chao and the equally displeased Wang Ci. “Please excuse me for taking my leave. Snowfall Villa will always welcome you both as guests.”

“Stop right there!”

The invisible barrier vanished. Xia Chao rushed forward with his sword—but what stood before him was only an afterimage. Liu Nianfeng had already left.

And Fengguang was gone with him.

Xia Chao was furious. He had spent years in the martial world, yet he had never heard of anyone named Liu Nianfeng.

He turned to Wang Ci, expecting her to be even more frantic than he was—but to his surprise, she seemed far calmer.

After a moment of silence, Xia Chao said, “A’Ci… don’t worry. I will find Snowfall Villa.”