After finishing her explanations, Feng Jin slowly stood up and stretched languidly. Having worked all day, she was truly exhausted.
She walked over to the windowsill. The sky had already darkened. Feng Jin gazed at the moon in the distance, her thoughts filled with melancholy. Time truly flew by; the year was almost over in the blink of an eye.
Counting the days, it would soon be the wedding day of Gu Beichen and Murong Jin. She could only hope that this wedding would pass peacefully.
"Bang!" The door was suddenly flung open from the outside. Feng Jin was startled, her delicate body trembling. She quickly turned around and saw Ling Mohan stride in, his face contorted with anger.
He furiously kicked away a chair that was in his way, then sat down, still seething. His breathing was rapid, clearly indicating his intense anger.
Feng Jin furrowed her brows slightly and walked over to his side, her gaze slowly appraising him.
After a pause, she softly asked, "What's wrong? Who got on your bad side, or did you get bitten by a dog when you went out?"
"It's about the same as being bitten by a dog; I've picked up a whole lot of bad luck!"
Whatever bad luck there was, it always found its way to him, enough to drive someone to death.
"What's gotten into you, to be so enraged? Getting angry will harm your health, and if you make yourself sick, it will truly be a loss that outweighs the gain."
If he really got sick from anger, she would have to take care of him. Feng Jin pulled up a chair and sat beside him, wanting to ask him what was going on. Before she could even ask, Ling Mohan impatiently started complaining.
"That Baili Xi actually suggested that I handle the wedding arrangements for Gu Beichen and the Princess of Xiliang, and His Majesty agreed! And Chu Chenyi didn't say a word. He eats my food, lives in my house, and uses my resources, but when it comes down to it, he kicks me while I'm down. He's utterly shameless!"
Ling Mohan's words were full of dissatisfaction, and his anger intensified.
He suddenly stood up and, under Feng Jin's puzzled gaze, turned to leave.
"What are you going out to do now?" Feng Jin called out loudly. What time was it? Why was he going out at this particular moment?
"I'm going to settle things with Chu Chenyi!"
The more he thought about it, the more indignant he felt. He had to go and settle things with Chu Chenyi to vent his resentment.
Seeing that the situation was dire, Feng Jin didn't think twice. She rushed out the door and followed Ling Mohan.
"What are you going to find him for at this hour? He's probably already asleep. Can't you just save whatever it is for tomorrow?"
He was so insistent on not giving up, refusing to let anyone rest in the middle of the night.
She really wanted to drag Ling Mohan back, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great. She was willing but unable, truly powerless.
Ling Mohan, blinded by rage, didn't even listen to Feng Jin's words. He just ran forward, determined to confront Chu Chenyi.
Chu Chenyi had just finished attending to Lin Yuwei and was preparing to get ready for bed when his door was kicked open from the outside.
This was Ling Mansion. The person who could barge into his room like this could only be one person. Without needing to guess, he saw Ling Mohan's figure appear before him.
"You're not sleeping at this hour and acting crazy. Are you out of your mind!" Chu Chenyi said indignantly, clearly displeased with Ling Mohan's疯癫-like behavior.
"Pack your things and get out!" Ling Mohan, already fuming, was even more impolite, issuing a direct eviction notice.
How long had he been staying here, being served with food and drink daily? It had been half a month, and he showed no signs of leaving. And today, he had kicked him when he was down. Such an unrighteous person, he didn't need to tolerate him any longer. He was determined to drive Chu Chenyi out today.
"I'm not leaving. What can you do to me!" Chu Chenyi defiantly retorted. He sat down on a chair, sprawling out lazily. He looked less like a prince and more like a rogue or a hoodlum.
When Feng Jin hurried over, she keenly sensed the tense atmosphere filled with impending conflict. She cautiously observed the two locked in a stalemate, finally pressing her forehead in exasperation.
It was just a small matter. How old were these two combined? Why were they acting like children, fighting over such a trivial thing? It was truly embarrassing. She felt ashamed just watching them.
"Alright, you two. Stop this commotion 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. She reached out and took Ling Mohan's hand, intending to pull her man away first.
She tugged forcefully, but the man remained 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 now." Did he really intend to quarrel with Chu Chenyi like this? Didn't he care about his reputation at all? He had no shame left.
Chu Chenyi fearlessly met Ling Mohan's murderous gaze. He was a prince, a legitimate imperial son. Ling Mohan would have to think twice before laying a hand on him. After all, assaulting a prince was a serious offense. If it were reported to the Emperor, he would surely face some punishment. With this thought, Chu Chenyi gained confidence.
However, he had forgotten that Ling Mohan was once a man who feared nothing. Even if the King of Heaven stood before him, he would dare to fight. It was only in the past few years, after entering officialdom, that he had become more restrained.
Before Chu Chenyi could flaunt his newfound confidence, Ling Mohan delivered a swift and powerful punch, hitting Chu Chenyi squarely on his handsome right cheek. The speed was so great that Chu Chenyi only reacted after taking the blow.
Feng Jin was also stunned; she hadn't seen how Ling Mohan had moved. Then she saw Chu Chenyi fall to the ground, clutching his battered face and groaning in pain.
"Ah! You actually hit him!" Feng Jin exclaimed instinctively. She quickly rushed forward to grab Ling Mohan's arm, afraid he might impulsively strike Chu Chenyi again. After all, Chu Chenyi was an imperial prince. If he were seriously injured by Ling Mohan in their residence, it would be difficult for them to explain to the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.
"You bastard! You actually hit him!"