“How… how is this possible?” Feng Qingyin stared at Feng Jiu’er standing before her, her face full of disbelief.

Feng Jiu’er’s lips curved with a wicked smile as she gazed coldly at her: “Was framing Yanu fun?”

Feng Qingyin composed herself and glared fiercely: “So you came to seek revenge for Yanu?”

“Yes.” Feng Jiu’er made no attempt to hide it.

Feng Qingyin raged: “You’ve been pretending all along, feigning madness and foolishness! When did you recover?”

She couldn’t possibly have been feigning the whole time. The previous Feng Jiu’er was genuinely foolish!

Yet now… it was that night, the night she tried to frame her in a private meeting with a man. The next day Feng Jiu’er returned, everything changed!

“What happened that night? Why was the Ninth Prince in your room?”

“Do you think I’ll tell you?” Feng Jiu’er smiled sweetly. Suddenly she flicked her wrist, instantly seizing Feng Qingyin by the throat.

Feng Qingyin immediately felt breathing become difficult. Meeting Feng Jiu’er’s eyes, cold and deep with killing intent, she actually smelled the scent of death.

“Feng Jiu’er, you… you dare touch me, Father will…”

“Even if I killed you, who would believe a simpleton did it?”

“You… wouldn’t dare…” Feng Qingyin said these words, yet her eyes were already beginning to bulge outward.

Feng Jiu’er appeared delicate, yet her grip was extraordinarily strong.

Feng Qingyin struggled desperately, yet couldn’t even touch the hem of her sleeve.

She truly intended to kill her! Merely for striking a lowly mute servant girl, Feng Jiu’er actually wanted to kill her over it!

“I… am… Eighth Miss… of the Feng Family. Kill me… and you’ll… forfeit your life…”

Feng Qingyin’s face quickly turned purplish-red, her neck stretched long, veins bulging.

It was the sign of death. The Eighth Miss would truly be strangled to death by Feng Jiu’er!

The two scouts managed to struggle up from the ground and immediately moved to rescue her.

Yet Feng Jiu’er merely pushed out casually with her palm. The one who approached first immediately rolled on the ground, unable to get up.

This simpleton ugly girl was actually so formidable! Where did she learn such martial skills?

The remaining scout hesitated for a moment before immediately turning toward the door: “Guards, the Ninth—mmph!”

With a slapping sound, a chair kicked by Feng Jiu’er flew and struck him in the back. The scout collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from his lips.

Feng Qingyin’s eyes widened increasingly dim, staring fixedly at the calm-faced Feng Jiu’er.

She was about to die at her hands, yet Feng Jiu’er remained so composed, as if they were simply chatting pleasantly together.

A profound fear suddenly rose from the deepest depths of Feng Qingyin’s heart.

Such a Feng Jiu’er was like a Shura, truly… so terrifying!

“You kill me… and you’ll never… know the secret… of how your wet nurse… was burned to death…”

Suddenly, Feng Jiu’er’s hand loosened.

Feng Qingyin collapsed like a fallen leaf in autumn wind, utterly limp.

“Cough, cough cough cough…” Her mouth opened wide as she coughed rapidly, gasping for breath.

Only after considerable effort did she finally recover her breathing and reclaim her life.

Before she could even celebrate her narrow escape, suddenly her chest tightened. Feng Jiu’er, gripping her collar, had already lifted her up.

Jiu’er’s eyes narrowed, cold aura locking onto Feng Qingyin’s face.

“Who burned my wet nurse to death and framed me in a private meeting scandal?” Her five fingers tightened. Her entire being grew colder: “Feng Qingyin, with your meager abilities alone, you couldn’t possibly manage this. Who is orchestrating everything behind the scenes?”