“Ah——” Feng Qingyin, finally snapping back to her senses, let out a wretched shriek and fled at top speed.

That retreating figure sprinting away — where was there even a trace of elegance or poise to be seen?

Especially today, with her clothes torn off, even the male servants in the manor had gotten a near-complete view of her body. The dream of becoming Crown Princess — surely it had shattered now?

Feng Jiu’er was laughing coldly inside, yet her face still wore the expression of someone who had received a fright, as though she had no idea whatsoever what terrible thing she had just done.

Feng Junzhuo finally collected himself, and looking again at Feng Jiu’er, the rage nearly drove him to tear her apart with his own hands!

“You…… you actually dared…… dared to do that to Qingyin…… you!” Feng Junzhuo was so furious he could not even string his words together properly.

Yet Feng Jiu’er still blinked those bright, clear eyes of hers, all innocence: “Father, I’m sorry, I thought…… I thought Elder Sister was going to hit me.”

“What nonsense are you spouting? Qingyin is such a good child — how could she possibly hit you? You…… you did that deliberately!”

Such a fine daughter, ruined just like that by Feng Jiu’er!

Rage blazed in Feng Junzhuo’s chest with nowhere to vent: “Someone come — seize her!”

“Yes!” A crowd of servants surged forward immediately.

Feng Jiu’er’s gaze turned cold and heavy. She gathered force into her palms, preparing to resist.

If she were seized, she would certainly be done to death by Feng Qingyin and this heartless, faithless man.

Father? Hmph! He was someone else’s father, nothing more. Had Feng Junzhuo ever shown her even the slightest tenderness?

Feng Qingyin was said to be an adopted daughter, but that was merely what was told to the outside world.

The old Feng Jiu’er had truly been simple-minded, ignorant of everything. But the Feng Jiu’er of now was different.

Feng Qingyin — was plainly the illegitimate daughter of Feng Junzhuo and Yu Niang!

“Father, why do you want to seize me?” Feng Jiu’er still put on an air of innocence. “Father, I spent the whole night chasing thieves and now I’m terribly hungry. Father, I want something to eat.”

Feng Junzhuo stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded.

The Feng Jiu’er before him now still wore that same vacant, foolish expression; the sharpness he had glimpsed in her eyes moments ago had vanished without a trace.

Had he been mistaken? Had Feng Jiu’er not changed at all?

“Daddy, my tummy is so hungry. I want to eat something. Where is Yanu? Let Yanu make me food, Daddy.”

Feng Jiu’er gazed at him with large, pitiful eyes, looking so miserable and fragile.

Yet the rage still burned in Feng Junzhuo’s heart. The moment he thought of how Feng Qingyin had been humiliated just now, his heart ached with distress!

“Take her…… and confine her.” In the end, he hardened his heart.

Feng Jiu’er had also given up entirely on this man she called father — once more she gathered palm force in her hands.

Back in the twenty-first century, she had been the heir of an ancient martial arts family. Although her skill paled in comparison to that man’s power from last night — the difference was as vast as heaven and earth — dealing with a handful of servants was more than enough.

Only — the moment she made a move, what would become of Yanu?

Just as she was weighing her options, a servant’s respectful call rose from beyond the crowd at that very moment: “Master!”

Feng Junzhuo gave a start and immediately turned to go meet him: “Father, what brings you here?”

All the servants immediately bowed deeply toward him: “Master!”

The patriarch, Feng Zhenhai, was an elder of over sixty years, whose bearing carried authority without the need for anger.

Looking at Feng Jiu’er from a distance, though the depths of his eyes held disapproval, at the very least there was no revulsion.

“Someone has come from the Ninth Prince’s household. They say that last night, a young lady of the Feng family rendered a service by assisting the guards of the Ninth Prince’s manor in capturing a thief, and they have come to deliver a reward.”

“Which young lady?” Though Feng Junzhuo directed the question at the old patriarch, his gaze fell squarely on Feng Jiu’er.

Feng Zhenhai said: “I have already sent someone to question all the young women. Last night, they were all within the manor — none of them had gone out at all, save for……”

She had said that last night she had made herself such a mess because she was trying to catch a thief — could it actually be true?