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Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Ninth Prince’s Nursery Rhyme Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Ninth Prince’s Nursery Rhyme The thunderstorm came suddenly, and it was the first rain after the beginning of spring.

The rain was torrential, covering the sky and ground, yet it couldn’t extinguish the raging fury in Feng Zhanlian’s heart.

“Unfilial daughter, had I known this, I should never have taken her back. She should have been sent to the temple to become a nun.”

Feng Zhanlian never dreamed that the moment Feng Bailing and her daughter stepped into the palace, they would stir up such immense trouble.

The Emperor had Feng Bailing locked away in the Cold Palace, and Dongfang Lianhua was also put under house arrest in the Imperial Palace.

Thanks to the Crown Princess Consort who secretly sent someone to deliver the news, otherwise they would still be in the dark.

“Master, you mustn’t let your health be affected by anger. What’s done is done; we must quickly think of a way to save everyone’s lives. Otherwise, in three days, everyone at the Princess’ Mansion may be implicated.”

Aunt Xue took the ginseng tea handed over by a maid, speaking softly and gently, urging Feng Zhanlian not to be enraged.

“I want to cut off the father-daughter relationship. Anyway, in her eyes, I ceased to be her father long ago.”

Feng Zhanlian blew his beard and glared furiously. Dongfang Lianhua too, just when he thought she had recovered and could help him get some errands, turns out she, along with that unfilial daughter, acted rebelliously, constantly opposing him.

And Feng Luochen, tainted by Dongfang Lianhua’s blood, not one of them good seeds.

“We should sever the father-daughter relationship sooner rather than later. As for that one in the east wing, she cannot stay either. We must avoid offending Noble Princess Consort Xiao and the rest, especially since we’ll soon be family with the Seventh Prince.”

Aunt Xue reminded him.

Feng Zhanlian suddenly remembered there was still a wild brat being kept in the east wing.

Feng Bailing was to marry Dugu Wu earlier, claiming that the child was his, and he had been cautious for a few days. But today, Aunt Xue discreetly revealed a secret to him.

Feng Xiaoli was not Dugu Wu’s seed at all!

She was a wild child born of Feng Bailing’s illicit affair with a porter.

Feng Zhanlian had heard about Feng Bailing’s impurity, but never imagined that she would stoop so low as to have affairs with porters.

“Good thing you reminded me. We must not sacrifice the major for the minor, offending our future relatives. Someone, go fetch that wild brat from the east wing and find a woman to sell her.”

Feng Zhanlian smirked cruelly, his smile sharp like a knife’s edge.

In the east wing, Chun Liu was anxious, pacing in circles, while Mrs. Su kept company, taking turns comforting Feng Xiaoli.

In Princess Feng’s absence, Feng Xiaoli had been agitated for two nights, crying for her mother.

Normally, the child had a good temper, but at night, she became particularly restless.

Before and after dinner, word came from the palace that the Commandery Princess had committed a grave crime and had been locked in the Cold Palace.

The little eunuch who delivered the message asked them not to worry, assuring them that once Prince Wu arrived, he would resolve this urgent dilemma.

But when would Prince Wu come?

Outside, a noisy sound of footsteps approached; the door was kicked open.

“Snatch that wild brat up.”

Amidst the heavy rain, Feng Zhanlian, accompanied by a group of house servants, rushed into the room as if a pack of hungry wolves had entered a cattle pen. With a wave of his hand, four or five servants surged forward to snatch Feng Xiaoli.

“Master, this must not be done. Xiaoli is your own granddaughter; don’t frighten the child.”

Chun Liu stood protecting Feng Xiaoli, shocked and anxious.

“Pah, what bastard, how dare she claim to be my granddaughter. Lock the older one in the firewood room, and sell off the younger.”

Feng Zhanlian’s only current desire was to sever ties cleanly with Feng Xiaoli and her mother.

“Chun Liu, take Miss and run quickly, head to the Prince Mansion to find Prince Wu!”

Mrs. Su, who never imagined that such a heartless father could exist, desperately pushed aside the blocking servants, urging Chun Liu to escape.

Only Prince Wu could save the little Miss.

Chun Liu, holding Feng Xiaoli, began to run out, but the heavy rain blocked their path.

Thunder and lightning flashed rapidly; the courtyard was pitch black, and behind them followed relentless evil spirits. Chun Liu’s eyes filled with tears.

“Miss, don’t be afraid, Chun Liu will protect you.”

Her tears uncontrollably streamed down, wiped by a chubby little hand.

“Xiao Li not afraid, bad old man, afraid!”

Feng Xiaoli puffed her cheeks angrily, resembling a little goldfish, her large black eyes staring into the torrential downpour.

Inside the house, Mrs. Su was flipped onto the floor by several house servants and tied up.

“What’s this, a few grown men can’t even catch Chun Liu?”

Feng Zhanlian saw no movement outside, stepped out of the room, and the yard was pitch black.

Feng Zhanlian shuddered for no apparent reason.

In the rain, there was a figure holding Feng Xiaoli.

“Come on, capture Chun Liu.”

Several house servants charged into the rain, and just then, a purple lightning bolt, like a serpent, lit up the courtyard.

Feng Zhanlian shuddered again.

Because he saw clearly that the person standing in the yard was not Chun Liu at all.

It was a man leaning on a cane.

He was holding Feng Xiaoli in his arms.

Chun Liu had already disappeared without a trace.

The man lowered his head and said something to Feng Xiaoli in his embrace, and Feng Xiaoli obediently closed her eyes.

The man raised his head, and a strange scene occurred.

The rain was pouring, but when it reached the man, it automatically parted around him.

His pupils gave off a faint cold light against the night.

He looked up, his thin lips parted slightly, revealing a chill that pierced to the bone with his smile.

Killing intent burst forth in that moment.

Without any visible weapon, those strong house servants suddenly collapsed on the ground at the same time.

Their heads and bodies separated, and several heads rolled to Feng Zhanlian’s feet.

Feng Zhanlian, overcome with terror, his knees buckled, and a foul smell wafted from his legs as he passed out.

Feng Wan appeared behind Feng Zhanlian as if by magic, dragging along a terrified Chun Liu.

Feng Wan seemed to be speaking to Chun Liu, yet it also sounded like a self-reflection.

“My master loves to kill when he smiles.”

In the third watch of the night, the rain washed away the blood, and peace returned to the east wing.

Chun Liu and Mrs. Su were on tenterhooks beside the bed, their faces filled with unease, while Ninth Prince, holding Feng Xiaoli, was sitting there for quite a while already.

Feng Xiaoli giggled at the sight of Dugu Wu, who had a stiff expression and tightly knit lips.

After a while, his lips moved, and he squeezed out a nursery rhyme, badly out of tune.

He never thought he’d spend an entire day and night learning just one song.

Had it not been for Feng Zao timely delivering the news, he wouldn’t have been willing to come.

When the song ended, Feng Xiaoli looked at Dugu Wu with big open eyes.

Dugu Wu glared back at Feng Xiaoli.

He decided to sing it once more, for the last time!

Behind him, Chun Liu and Mrs. Su, who couldn’t bear the torturous music any longer, had sneaked away, leaving only the unfortunate Feng Wan waiting on the side.

So the master locked himself in the study for a whole day yesterday just to learn this?

Maybe, he should add a bit more to the monthly salary and take the master to Piaoxiang Courtyard to listen to some melodies and learn from that?

Over and over again, with her chubby hands propping her chin, Feng Xiaoli tilted her little head, her large black eyes full of energy.

At the crow of the rooster, she imitated Her Majesty, as she usually did when covering her with a blanket, and tucked Dugu Wu in.

Daddy, finally fell asleep!