Xiao Nian roared in pain, her voice so shrill that Feng Muxiu, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but frown.
Feng Muting remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard, and continued, "Your leg, step over him."
Before Xiao Nian could recover from the pain of having his arms severed, Feng Muting also cut off his legs.
Xiao Nian's blood splattered all over Feng Muting and flowed all over the ground.
But even so, Xiao Nian was still alive, which was worse than death.
The strong smell of blood made Feng Muxiu cover his nose. He was still somewhat shocked when he looked at Xiao Nian, who had been chopped into a human stick.
He also wanted to kill openly and decisively, just like Feng Muting.
Unfortunately, he couldn't.
In the entire Feng Kingdom, only Feng Muting dared to do this.
He was suddenly relieved that Feng Muting hadn't intended to kill him after what happened with Feng Yibao last time.
Otherwise, if Feng Muting had wanted to kill him back then, it would have been a matter of one sword strike.
Then, Feng Muting threw down his sword and said to his subordinate, "Pull out his tongue."
His tone was flat, yet it carried a chilling ruthlessness.
"Yes." The subordinate accepted the order, stepped on the blood, squatted down next to Xiao Nian, took out a dagger, pried open his mouth, and swiftly pulled out his tongue.
Feng Muting looked at Feng Muxiu and said expressionlessly, "I've dirtied your place."
Feng Muxiu was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "What are you saying, Brother Ting? I'm more than happy to be able to help you vent your anger."
"I'll leave the cleanup to you. Once he bleeds to death, throw his remains to the dogs."
"No problem, how could I possibly fail to handle such a small matter?"
Looking at the obsequious Feng Muxiu, Feng Muting said, "I gave you a chance. If you don't cherish it, you will have to choose between Xiao Nian's fate and Feng Mulei's fate."
Feng Muxiu's lips twitched slightly, then he smiled ingratiatingly and said, "What are you saying, Brother Ting? I would never be as ungrateful as Second Brother, nor as reckless as Xiao Nian."
"Those who know when to yield live long." Feng Muting withdrew his cold gaze, uttered these words, and left.
"Respectfully seeing off Brother Ting." Feng Muxiu saw him off politely, but he couldn't help feeling angry inside, though he dared not show it.
His eldest brother is far too terrifying.
He didn't want to become a puppet like Xiao Nian, nor did he want to die tragically in the palace like Feng Mulei, who was used by Feng Muting through others.
It would be easy for Feng Muting to kill him, but it would be incredibly difficult for him to kill Feng Muting. Therefore, he would never act rashly.
He glanced back at Xiao Nian, who had already breathed his last, and felt annoyed. He waved his hand and ordered the servants to drag him away to feed the dogs.
The stench of blood that permeates the room will likely linger for a while, even if washed with water.
Feng Muting's tactic of making an example of someone to scare others was truly brilliant.
He's still shaken by it.
Feng Muting returned to the palace, washed away the smell of blood, changed into clean clothes, and went to his room.
But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a scene that made his heart pound.
Chapter 357 I'm Dirty
"Ah Liu, what are you doing!" Feng Muting exclaimed and rushed over.
Su Fuliu was enduring the pain as she used a dagger to cut the bite marks left by Xiao Nian on her shoulder.
Feng Muting ran over, snatched the dagger from his hand, threw it on the ground, then sat down in front of him, grabbed his arm, and wouldn't let him move: "Ah Liu, what are you doing!"
Su Fuliu had already made two cuts on the bite mark, and blood was gushing out.
Bright red blood flowed down his chest, staining his pure white undershirt crimson.
Su Fuliu cried, her voice hoarse, "I...I want to destroy the traces Xiao Nian left behind, otherwise Tinglang will be unhappy, he'll despise me, he'll abandon me..."
His first reaction upon waking was to look at his shoulder and see the bite mark so bright red and glaring. Immediately, Xiao Nian's words about how Feng Muting would despise him and abandon him if he saw him like this flashed through his mind.
So he wanted to use a dagger to smudge the bite mark so that Feng Muting wouldn't be able to tell it was a bite mark.
"Fool, fool, you fool!" Feng Muting couldn't help but shout.
Su Fuliu cried even harder. He wasn't blaming Feng Muting for being mean to him, but rather wondering if Feng Muting disliked him.
Seeing him like this, Feng Muting immediately lost his temper and quickly coaxed him gently, "Aliu, don't cry, don't cry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken so loudly."
Afterwards, he helped Su Fuliu get dressed, then picked him up from the bed and took him out, heading straight for Lu Chimo's residence.
On the way there, he held Su Fuliu in his arms and said, "Silly A-Liu, don't think nonsense. How could I possibly dislike you? How could I possibly not want you? I finally have you. This life feels too short. I want you in the next life and the life after that. How could I not want you!"
“But… I’m dirty…” Su Fuliu cried. Although nothing irreversible happened between him and Xiao Nian, he was bitten by Xiao Nian, and the bite mark would stay on his body forever, so he was no longer clean.
“Ah Liu isn’t dirty. Ah Liu will always be the cleanest and purest Ah Liu. Don’t think nonsense. It hurts my heart so much to see you hurting yourself like this, you know?” Feng Muting looked at Su Fuliu in his arms with red eyes.
God knows how much pain he felt when he pushed open the door and saw Su Fuliu hurting herself with a dagger. That stab felt like it was cutting into his heart.
He was almost scared to death.
He kills people as easily as crushing ants, never showing any mercy.
But Su Fuliu's two cuts on himself terrified him.
"I'm so afraid that Tinglang will abandon me..." Su Fuliu, her face streaked with tears, leaned against Feng Muting's chest and said in a hoarse voice.
Feng Muting is his light, his salvation, and the support that keeps him brave.
Without Feng Muting, the world he had so painstakingly restored to light would collapse once again.
So he was really, really scared of losing him.
"Fool, I could never abandon you. Don't you believe what I'm saying? If you don't believe me, then I'll dig my heart out with a dagger and show it to you. See if my heart is truly beating for you, if it's only for you."
Su Fuliu immediately shook her head, like a rattle-drum: "I believe you, I believe Tinglang."
"You silly girl, I would rather lose myself than lose you. You are my treasure, my life," Feng Muting said firmly. He wanted Su Fuliu to feel his sincerity and to put her at ease.
Chapter 358 Why is Brother Liu's voice so hoarse?
Feng Muting carried Su Fuliu to Lu Chimo's residence.
Lu Chimo and Bai Yulang were both taken aback when they saw them.
Bai Yulang asked, "Brother Liu, what happened? Why are you covered in blood? Are you injured? Who hurt you?"
Su Fuliu lowered her head slightly and remained silent.
Bai Yulang frowned, then glanced at Feng Muting: "Could it be the Prince? What does the Prince want..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Chimo quickly reached out and pulled him behind him, saying, "Yulang, don't say anything more."
"Oh..." Bai Yulang obediently stood beside Lu Chimo and didn't say anything more.
Lu Chimo then said to Feng Muting, "Let's carry Young Master Su to the guest room."
Feng Muting nodded slightly and followed Lu Chimo, carrying Su Fuliu to the guest room.
After arriving at the guest room, he gently placed Su Fuliu on the bed and said, "Aliu's shoulder is injured. Please treat him as soon as possible, Doctor Lu. His back is also bruised. I don't know if the bone is broken."
At this moment, Feng Muting couldn't care less about anything else. After all, Bai Yulang's medical skills were only mediocre, so he could only ask Doctor Lu to help treat Su Fuliu.
After all, Su Fuliu's health is more important.
“Okay, let me take a look.” Lu Chimo nodded.
Feng Muting quickly helped Su Fuliu take off her clothes.
Lu Chimo stepped forward to check the wounds on Su Fuliu's shoulder and back.
He saw teeth marks under the knife wound on Su Fuliu's shoulder, as if she was trying to cover up the bite marks with the knife.
Looking at Su Fuliu's back, besides a bruise, it was covered with hickeys.
It's obvious what happened, but these things... probably weren't left behind by Feng Muting.
At most, there might be a hickey, but the rest could never have been left by Feng Muting. Feng Muting would never treat his beloved so rudely and cruelly.
So, Su Fuliu was bullied? But Feng Muting should have rescued him in time, right?
Seeing Su Fuliu like this, Bai Yulang felt heartbroken and wanted to say something, but remembering that his senior brother had told him not to speak, he could only hold back.
After Lu Chimo treated the wound on Su Fuliu's shoulder, he had Su Fuliu lie face down.
He reached out and gently touched Su Fuliu's entire back, then gently pressed inch by inch from bottom to top, asking if it hurt after each press.
When the pressure reached the deepest bruise, Su Fuliu couldn't help but groan, "Ouch, it hurts..."
That pain felt like a knife piercing Feng Muting's heart. It was all his fault for not protecting A Liu, causing her to suffer.
That fair and clean back, there's no good spot left.
The bruises weren't this big before, but now they've spread to most of my back.
"Dr. Lu, is A-Liu alright?" Feng Muting asked.
Lu Chimo shook his head: "Fortunately, no bones were broken."
Feng Muting breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that no bones are broken."
Otherwise, injuries to bones and muscles are the hardest to recover from.
"I need to massage him with medicated wine now to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis," Lu Chimo said.
Upon hearing this, Feng Muting wondered if he could do the medicated wine application himself, but then he thought that since the other person was a renowned doctor, he probably had certain techniques to help the medicated wine be absorbed better.
So he could only nod and wait to see Lu Chimo's hands rubbing Su Fuliu's back and waist back and forth.
But then Lu Chimo took out some medicinal wine from the medicine box and handed it to Bai Yulang, who was still feeling sorry for Su Fuliu: "Yulang, you can massage Su Gongzi's wound."
"Oh, okay." Bai Yulang quickly took the medicinal wine and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Brother Liu, it will definitely hurt a bit when you massage it later, so please bear with it."
Su Fuliu nodded slightly: "Yes, I know, I can hold back."
Bai Yulang was stunned: "Why is Brother Liu's voice so hoarse?"