Chapter 14: Abusing the Concubine

“Second Mistress, those are the very words I wanted to ask you. You are a concubine, and I am the legitimate daughter. Upon seeing me, you don't even show the most basic politeness. If word of this gets out, won't people say the reputation of the Feng Estate has been completely disgraced by people like you who do not know their place? Don't forget, I am of legitimate birth; even if I am a generation below you, I am a true member of the Feng family, whereas you are nothing more than a lowly concubine!”

Feng Qingcheng retorted coldly. When it came to eloquence, how could these pedantic ancients be her match?

“You... how dare you!” The Second Mistress trembled with rage, the powder on her face peeling off in layers due to her shaking. All traces of her usual dignified and gentle demeanor were gone, replaced by the image of a complete shrew. “Someone, come! Get them, and teach this wench a proper lesson!”

The servants who had followed the Second Mistress were all carrying sticks, shovels, and similar implements. Hearing her command, they all stepped forward, surrounding Feng Qingcheng in a circle. However, perhaps remembering Feng Qingcheng's dominance from a few days ago, not a single person dared to take more than a few steps forward. Among them was none other than Fu Shun.

“What? Has it only been a few days, and you have already forgotten who the true master of the Feng Estate is?” Feng Qingcheng stood up, her entire body radiating a powerful aura and a chilling killing intent. With a wave of her slender hand, several stones shot out, flying toward the surroundings at extreme speed.

The sounds of "Ouch!" and "Thud!" rang out incessantly as the servants surrounding her all fell to their knees.

Among them, several of Fu Shun's front teeth were knocked out, blood streaming down from his mouth. He knelt there trembling violently; this was the first time he had felt true fear toward a woman from the bottom of his heart—a fear as if his very life were held in her hands.

It wasn't just him; they all felt the killing intent emanating from Feng Qingcheng. She simply stood there, the sunlight casting a glow upon her. Although she possessed an ugly face, the radiance and aura she projected were impossible to ignore.

“Xin'er, today, make them pay back all the pain they inflicted on us in the past. Hit them hard! If you kill them, I'll take the responsibility!”

Feng Qingcheng's gaze swept coldly over them, passing over the stunned Second Mistress and Feng Qingqing. She turned around and sat back in her chair, looking up at the sunlight in the sky as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

“Yes, Miss,” Xin'er said excitedly. She had been learning martial arts from her Miss for so long and had been worrying about where to practice; now that the opportunity had arrived, Xin'er's fists flew toward them with a series of thuds and bangs. Having had their acupoints struck by Feng Qingcheng, they were all unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as Xin'er beat them until they were bloodied and bruised.

“You wench, how dare you...” Before Feng Qingqing could finish her sentence, her mouth was stuffed with something. It was a shoe knocked off by one of the servants, kicked toward her by Feng Qingcheng, emitting a stench like salted fish.

“Wench! This is true rebellion...”

The Second Mistress was furious, but before she could finish, her mouth was similarly stuffed. Feng Qingcheng's fists struck out violently against them. She had originally wanted to live a peaceful life and didn't want her hands stained with blood again, but it seemed that if one does not provoke others, others will still provoke them. This was truly intolerable. Enduring humiliation to survive? That had never been the character of Feng Qingcheng!

“Xin'er, do you want to play something even more exciting?” Seeing that they had beaten them enough, Feng Qingcheng gave Xin'er a slight smile—a smile as bright as spring sunshine.

“Ah, Miss, there is something even more exciting?” Xin'er asked in confusion. This was the most exciting thing she had ever experienced in her life; she truly couldn't imagine anything more exciting. Moreover, she was a weak woman after all, and this was the first time she had ever beaten people like this.

“Yes, something even more exciting.” Feng Qingcheng nodded and whispered something into Xin'er's ear.

“Ah, Miss, but those are priceless!” Upon hearing Feng Qingcheng's words, Xin'er's mouth hung open in horror.

“Xin'er, in the future, we will have many more priceless things,” Feng Qingcheng said nonchalantly. Xin'er nodded, half-understanding, but obediently went into the room. A moment later, she carried out those priceless antiques and placed them beside Feng Qingcheng.

Feng Qingcheng casually picked up a thousand-year-old celadon vase and threw it toward the servants in the distance. With a loud *crash*, a priceless antique was ruined. Then, two, three, four, and eventually over a dozen priceless items were thrown out by Feng Qingcheng.

Tired from throwing, she ignored the wailing servants and the Second Mistress. She brushed her hands off and rose gracefully. “Xin'er, let's go inside and rest for a while.”

Since the others' acupoints had been struck, they wouldn't be able to move for a while. She was happy to enjoy some peace. Xin'er nodded and supported Feng Qingcheng into the room, thoughtfully serving her tea. After drinking the tea, Feng Qingcheng picked up a pen, wrote a note, tied it to a carrier pigeon, and watched as the bird flapped its wings and flew away before sitting down to rest.

Once she had rested enough, Feng Qingcheng acted quickly to tear the clothes on herself and Xin'er, messed up her hair, and applied some realistic wounds and bloodstains. Only then did she say to Xin'er with a beaming smile, “Let's go out. Grab the Yaoqin and the Jade Flute; let's go watch a good show!”