An Xin stood him up again.
Even Chu Feng couldn't help but feel extremely annoyed and angry at this woman's broken promise!
Looking at Jing Lan's indifferent expression, Chu Feng wanted to speak several times, but ultimately hesitated and stopped.
Jing Lan flicked her sleeve and said calmly, "Let's go."
Looking at his master's somewhat dejected figure, Chu Feng felt a surge of anger rise in his chest and couldn't help but say, "Why must you be played by that woman time and time again? She was just divorced by the Ling family, how could she be worthy of your noble and precious master!?"
Jing Lan said calmly, "Chu Feng, you talk too much."
Chu Feng grew even angrier: "She comes from a poor family, has a lowly status, and is a discarded woman who is treated like trash. She has repeatedly played tricks on you, sir. I will finish her off with one stroke to vent your anger!"
"Shut up!" The usually gentle and refined young master spoke coldly, startling Chu Feng.
Jing Lan said coldly, "My meeting with her was merely to do my part in solving the murder case in Fengxian Village. How could there be any connection?! Don't talk nonsense again!"
Chu Feng suddenly shut his mouth, but found it difficult to say anything more. He could only watch the adult's increasingly desolate figure from behind, feeling a pang of heartache...
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When An Xin returned to the mansion, she was suddenly blocked in her way.
An Xin raised her eyelashes slightly. The man in front of her seemed familiar. After a long while, she remembered that this man was Chu Feng, Jing Lan's personal bodyguard.
Chu Feng suddenly drew his sword and walked straight toward An Xin.
An Xin was startled and took a step back, saying, "Guard Chu, what do you mean by this?"
Chu Feng coldly said, "You think you're so smart? You can't even tell I'm going to kill you?"
An Xin suddenly sneered: "I don't think I've ever offended you."
Chu Feng snorted coldly: "If you die, there won't be so much trouble. I'm doing this for your own good!"
An Xin said calmly, "I don't understand what you're talking about."
Chu Feng's sword flashed and he said coldly, "If you want to know, go ask King Yama in the underworld!" The sword's momentum was astonishing, and it would be extremely difficult for An Xin to avoid it with her strength.
An Xin decided not to hide and went straight to meet her.
Chu Feng never expected that An Xin would not avoid him but instead come forward. Moreover, he did not intend to kill her, but only wanted to teach her a lesson and keep her away from adults from now on.
It was too late to stop; the sword strike had already reached its limit. Despite his best efforts to dodge, it still grazed An Xin's shoulder.
An Xin suddenly winced in pain, but she didn't even look at him and said calmly, "What, you have the guts to kill me, but not the guts to do it? It seems the Left Prime Minister's judgment of people isn't very accurate!"
Chu Feng was suddenly shocked and enraged: "How dare you mention an adult?!"
An Xin narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"
Chu Feng grew even angrier: "You, surnamed An, you've disguised yourself quite well! In the future, please stay away from the adults, otherwise, swords have no eyes, and don't blame me for showing no mercy!" With that, he turned to leave.
"Cough cough..." Chu Feng was startled the moment he turned around.
When did that sickly-looking man leaning against the wall appear?
"When did the Left Prime Minister's men become so bold as to dare to harm even my men?" Yan Zhen's cheeks were flushed with a sickly redness, but she lazily raised her eyelashes and stared coldly at Chu Feng.
Chu Feng sneered, "My actions have nothing to do with my master. I should atone with my death. There's no need for the Right Prime Minister to worry about it!"
Yan Zhen raised a cold, sarcastic smile and said, "There's no need for you to atone with your death. I'll send you to the Western Paradise right now."
Chu Feng's expression suddenly changed.
An Xin frowned and looked at Yan Zhen, saying, "Why are you punishing Qiang instead of taking good care of your health! I think Guard Chu has some misunderstanding with me about something, so let's clear it up."
Yan Zhen said coldly, "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext."
Chu Feng said coldly, "Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. Enough with the nonsense."
Yan Zhen coughed again and was about to make a move, his sharp finger strike aimed directly at Chu Feng's vital point. An Xin's expression changed and she shouted angrily, "Yan Zhen, stop!"
At the critical moment, another pair of hands blocked Yan Zhen's fingers.
Yan Zhen's gaze darkened, and he abruptly withdrew his hand, smiling lazily as he said, "I've finally found the time to protect my own!"
Chu Feng's face paled slightly as he murmured, "My lord..."
Jing Lan did not look at Chu Feng, but said indifferently, "Apologize to Miss An."
Chu Feng's expression was uncertain, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry!"
Jing Lan flicked her sleeve and said indifferently, "Let's go!" After saying that, she turned around and left. When she passed An Xin on the side, she didn't even look at her and walked straight past her.
An Xin was slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but say, "My lord, last night..."
Jing Lan paused, looked at An Xin and said indifferently, "Miss, there's no need for explanation. I'll take my leave now." The usually gentle and refined man was now cold, distant and unapproachable, leaving An Xin completely bewildered. She had sent a letter; could it be that Qiu Yue hadn't delivered it?
Chapter Fifty-Eight: Our Own Family
Jing Lan's inexplicable coldness made An Xin suspicious, but ultimately she was someone who was too lazy to waste her brainpower on life, and besides, no one could be happy about being stabbed for no reason.
He glanced at Yan Zhen and saw that his face was slightly flushed and he looked extremely uncomfortable. He couldn't help but step forward and say, "Since you're sick, you should rest properly. Why did you come out to get some fresh air?!"
Yan Zhen casually tore off a piece of cloth and tied it around her shoulder, then picked her up and said, "Anxin, Anxin, how can I feel at ease?"
An Xin shifted uncomfortably and glared at him: "Put me down, you're sick and still can't behave!"