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Chapter 133 Feng Shu

Chapter 133: Chapter 133 Feng Shu

Dongxue guarded the door above, hearing the Beiman man’s screams, sending chills down her spine. She had seen Chen Lin’s interrogation methods that made life worse than death before. The Second Miss rarely resorted to torture, even for the most heinous criminals.

The screams continued intermittently for nearly an hour; listening to them, Dongxue felt as though she could feel the pain herself.

Chen Lin used nearly every punishment in the Jinyi Guard arsenal. The Beiman man was indeed fearless, a hard nut to crack. Feng Shu narrowed her eyes, considering how to break his silence. The Beiman man glared viciously at Feng Shu; anyone else meeting such a gaze would have gone weak at the knees. Feng Shu, however, stared back at him, utterly calm.

"Break both his legs—completely." Feng Shu gave the order in a flat tone.

In the next moment, Chen Lin smashed the Beiman man’s legs ruthlessly. The Beiman man screamed, his legs collapsed limply. Feng Shu then asked coldly, "Will you talk now? We Yanyang people aren’t just crafty; we’re exceptionally cruel."

After midnight, Xie Xun arrived at the manor with Nuanyang. Feng Shu and Chen Lin had just emerged from the underground cellar. Chen Lin handed over the Beiman man’s confession, organized into a report, to Xie Xun, saying, "Third Master, he confessed. Whether it’s truth or lies, it’s hard to tell. These are his exact words."

Xie Xun raised an eyebrow. He had originally intended for Feng Shu to interrogate the Beiman man first, but before he even handed it off to her, she had already conducted the interrogation thoroughly—even eliciting details about physical features.

Feng Shu repeated the conversation she had with the Beiman man during the interrogation verbatim to Xie Xun, saying, "The list is rather long, so I couldn’t confirm it fully. I’ve already questioned him once. After another hour, you should interrogate him again. The Beiman man isn’t very familiar with Yanyang dialect, and his memory of appearances is vague—he could only recall one or two features. If he’s lying, he’ll surely slip up when pressed repeatedly on these specifics."

"Thank you, Second Miss." Xie Xun addressed Feng Shu as "sister-in-law" in front of Xie Zhang because the term would make his elder brother happy. But with Xie Zhang absent, he refrained from using it. His gaze swept over the confession at a glance, forming an impression in his mind. He had wanted to ask Fengyu something, but noticing Feng Shu’s cold and serious expression, he swallowed his words.

Feng Shu left Chen Lin behind and took Dongxue to depart first. Chen Lin was Xie Zhang’s most skilled bodyguard—a Jinyi Guard through and through. From the age of twelve, Chen Lin had been sent to protect Feng Shu. Over the years, whenever Feng Shu faced bandits, kidnappings, or assassination attempts, she always emerged unscathed thanks to Chen Lin’s vigilant presence.

Having just conducted her interrogation, Xie Xun did not rush to go downstairs. He asked Chen Lin, "Do you know what’s up with the Third Miss?"

Chen Lin replied, "Third Master, I’ve stayed guard at the cellar the entire time. I don’t know about other matters. Why didn’t you just ask the lady moments ago?"

Xie Xun felt slightly conflicted. Tilting his head to gaze at the moon, Chen Lin glanced at the young marquis’s pretentious posture and raised an eyebrow. "Third Master, I’m quite curious why you were at Xiangguo Temple. When I asked Feiying and Nuanyang, they claimed you were burning incense there."

Xie Xun: "..."

The Marquis Zhenbei Mansion didn’t seem to have a particular affinity for Buddhism; nobody there was a believer or sought divine fortune.

Nuanyang pretended not to hear and mimicked Xie Xun’s pose of crossing arms and moon-gazing—making the duo appear identical in posture, which made Chen Lin’s eyes ache.

Late at night, Fengyu convulsed in pain, her eyelashes sparkling with tears, crying out spasmodically. Feng Shu gently caressed her face, placing her palm against Fengyu’s abdomen as if trying to alleviate her agony.

"Ayu..."

How could a sister lessen your suffering?

Fengyu seemed to call out someone’s name. Every time she hurt, she always called for her sister. Feng Shu leaned closer to listen, only to hear Fengyu muttering Xie Xun’s name. She froze slightly, but Fengyu remained oblivious, saying softly, "Xie Xun..."

Feng Shu stared at her in a daze, finally clutching her hand. "Xie Xun’s here, Ayu."

Fengyu seemed comforted by this reassurance. Feng Shu gazed at her with a tinge of sorrow, gently wiping away her sweat with an expression filled with tenderness.

Fengyu suddenly jerked awake from her nightmare, her body stiff from the pain. She cried out in shock, "Xie Xun!"

The wave of pain surged through her, causing her to curl up, biting the corner of the blanket. Her organs burned like fire, leaving her eyes slightly reddened. Feng Shu softly asked, "Ayu, what did you dream of?"

"I dreamt that Dugu Jing chopped off Xie Xun’s arm," Fengyu replied, still shaken. Her nightmare vividly replayed in her mind—Dugu Jing’s predatory gaze, like that of a starving wolf.

"It was just a dream. Xie Xun is fine; you’ve already returned safely."

After the nightmare, Fengyu couldn’t fall asleep again. Feng Shu helped her sit up. Fengyu weakly grasped Feng Shu’s hand and said, "Sister, it’s very late—you should rest. Qiuxiang and Chunlu are here."

"Sister isn’t tired."

Fengyu knew Feng Shu was lying and playfully said, "Then sleep with me. I want to cuddle Sister."

Feng Shu chuckled and leaned on soft pillows with her. Fengyu rested her head against Feng Shu’s shoulder, asking, "Sister, can we truly defeat the Beiman?"

"Of course. The Beiman King is dead. The Ningzhou victory was decisive—we will prevail."

Fengyu said nothing for a long time, but she had a premonition. In the near future, Dugu Jing would rise as the new Beiman war god and would inevitably meet Xie Xun on the Ningzhou Battlefield.

The Beiman Royal Family and Marquis Zhenbei Mansion seemed like destined adversaries.

The Heavenly God favored the Beiman, giving them Dugu Jing. But did He not also look after Yanyang? The three sons of Xie Family were the scourge of the Beiman.

"Xie Xun is here at the manor. Do you wish to see him?" Feng Shu asked while teasingly brushing Fengyu’s hair behind her ear.

Fengyu appeared perplexed. Deep in the night, with just the two of them—why would she go see Xie Xun?

Seeing her shake her head, Feng Shu chuckled quietly. During her months away from the capital, Fengyu and Xie Xun had grown noticeably closer, to the extent that she even called his name in her dreams.

It was with Xie Xun that Fengyu had worked together to rescue and rebuild the disaster-stricken northern city.

Ayu and Xie Xun...

"Sister, what is the young marquis doing here at the manor?"

Feng Shu smiled at Fengyu, replying, "The Beiman people are held in the basement; he is interrogating them."

"At such a late hour? He doesn’t rest?" Fengyu furrowed her brows, worry etched on her face.

Feng Shu felt bittersweet emotions welling up—she wanted to laugh but felt uneasy as well. "You need proper rest. Xie Xun is strong; he won’t be troubled by this."

"The young marquis has saved me so many times," Fengyu said with a sigh. "He rescued me in the palace, again during the Lantern Festival, and this time, when we were abducted by Beiman people—he blocked both a sword and an arrow for me. If not for me, Dugu Jing wouldn’t have gotten away."

He had let Dugu Jing go, all to save her.

Feng Shu was about to reply when Fengyu sighed again, saying, "How much money should one give in repayment for a life-saving favor?"

Feng Shu: "..."

In the basement, the strong smell of blood hit Xie Xun as soon as he descended. The Beiman man lay crippled on the ground, his limbs limp. Nuanyang prodded his arms and legs lightly with a sword, remarking softly, "Impressive—he’s completely disabled, hands and feet both broken."

Chen Lin commented, "The Beiman men are tough. Without some suffering, they won’t talk."

Xie Xun was clear about what the Beiman man’s confession contained. He wasn’t particularly eager to probe into Ningzhou matters but was more interested in why this group had stationed themselves along the road near Xiangguo Temple on purpose. Such a coincidence was unlikely. He wanted to know if they had encountered the Forbidden Army.