Chapter 13: An Eye for an Eye

Young Master Wushuang’s medical skills are unparalleled; in her hands, there is no illness that cannot be cured. Everyone also knows that when Young Master Wushuang treats the poor, she may not charge a single cent. However, if it is a high-ranking official or a wealthy merchant, they must pay ten thousand gold for a single consultation; otherwise, even if the patient were to die right in front of the clinic, Young Master Wushuang wouldn't even furrow her brow.

The clinic’s business was surprisingly good. Young Master Wushuang’s reputation in the capital grew increasingly prominent, and under Feng Qingcheng’s guidance, the clinic gradually got on the right track.

Unless there was a patient the clinic staff couldn't handle and she needed to step in personally, she would rarely go to the clinic. The rest of the time, Feng Qingcheng stayed leisurely in Lanyue Pavilion, living the life of a "rice weevil" she had always longed for.

Aside from its tranquil environment, every piece of furniture in Lanyue Pavilion was exquisitely crafted. Some of the ornaments looked quite aged and were likely antiques. In the main hall, there was also a zither and a jade flute, both of which appeared to be of immense value; one could assume these were all beloved items of her mother.

When the mood struck, Feng Qingcheng would improvise a few melodies, using the music to elevate her martial arts to another level.

However, her peaceful days were broken after only a few days. On this day, Feng Qingcheng was teaching Xin'er martial arts hand-in-hand, and Xin'er was learning diligently. Before long, a noisy commotion was heard outside the gates of Lanyue Pavilion, followed by a group of people swarming in. Leading them were the Second Madam and Feng Qingqing.

Feng Qingcheng stood there, looking at them indifferently. In truth, she was not surprised by their arrival. The Second Madam had always been dictatorial in the manor, managing all affairs, both big and small.

The former Feng Qingcheng was cowardly and incompetent, only fit to be bullied and beaten. Now, everything Feng Qingcheng did went against the Second Madam’s will, severely wounding her pride and damaging her status in the manor. How could she not retaliate? If she didn't retaliate, she wouldn't be the Second Madam who had run rampant in the Feng manor for over a decade.

Moreover, Prime Minister Feng had been sent to inspect the people's livelihood a hundred miles away from the capital today. If the Second Madam didn't take this opportunity to settle scores with Feng Qingcheng while he was away, when would she? It seemed the Second Madam was truly impatient; the Prime Minister had barely left before she arrived. She certainly moved fast.

"Yo, what wind blew Second Mother here? Could it be that you’ve come to practice martial arts with me? Since you have such a heart, I wouldn't mind using a living person as a target." Feng Qingcheng smiled faintly, her expression bright and harmless, yet the sharpness in her eyes was obvious.

The Second Madam froze for a moment but didn't think too much of it. At this moment, she was blinded by hatred; how could she still consider the nuances of the situation?

Xin'er considerately brought over a chair for Feng Qingcheng to sit on, then stood by her side. Even though her legs were trembling, she straightened her back. Although she was terrified of the Second Madam and her legs went weak at the sight of her, in her heart, her mistress's safety was far more important than her own.

"You slut, you have no shame! It’s all because of you that the Feng manor has lost all its face. Look at what a mess you’ve made of our home! You committed adultery and have no sense of shame, and now that you’ve been cast aside by the Third Prince, why haven't you gone to die yet? If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know who the real master is!"

Feng Qingqing said viciously, her beautiful face becoming incredibly hideous due to her venomous words.

"Second Miss, what are you saying? How can you insult my mistress like that?" Hearing Feng Qingqing’s words, Xin'er was so angry her face turned red. She stammered, "Besides, it was my mistress who cast aside the Third Prince." This was a rumor circulating throughout the entire capital; there was no way Feng Qingqing didn't know.

"You insolent thing, who was talking to you?" Seeing Feng Qingcheng still sitting there with an unchanging expression, Feng Qingqing was furious. She rushed over, intending to strike Xin'er across the face. Xin'er stood there, not knowing how to dodge; perhaps it was the ingrained sense of hierarchy in her heart at play.

"Xin'er, have I not told you that when someone bullies you, you must pay them back tooth for tooth?" Feng Qingcheng flicked her sleeve, and the powerful wind from it swept Feng Qingqing back several steps.

"Yes, Mistress. Xin'er understands." Xin'er said respectfully, not even glancing at Feng Qingqing.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! This is simply rebellion, you slut! If I don't sweep you out of this house today, my name isn't Feng Qingqing!" Feng Qingqing acted like a shrew, about to pounce on Feng Qingcheng, but was held back by the Second Madam.

"Qingcheng, I am your stepmother, and Qingqing is your younger sister. How can you lack even the most basic manners? Is this the attitude a daughter and sister should have? If this gets out, wouldn't the face of our Feng manor be completely lost because of you?"

The Second Madam said every word clearly. The previous few times, she had been unable to accept Feng Qingcheng’s rapid changes, which was why she had failed repeatedly. But this time was different; she had come prepared, determined to sweep her out of the house before Prime Minister Feng returned.