Chapter 1150 - Servant
For all the pain he had suffered today, he would make sure that she suffered twice as much!
Xuan Ying coldly eyed Feng Lingxue, who had fainted on the floor, and ruthlessly turned around to leave.
…
Feng Lingxue’s luscious lashes quivered and she opened her eyes weakly.
Where was she?
She was in a luxurious car and lying on the couch with a goat’s fur carpet covering her.
She moved and wanted to get up.
But all she felt was excruciating pain.
The South Duke glared at her coldly. “If you dare to provoke my Ying’er again, I will punish you!”
“Old Master! You…” The South Duchess began to wail.
Xuan Ying was expressionless at witnessing such a scene and he looked up at the South Palace.
Just then, two female servants pushed Concubine Yu out on a wheelchair. She was merely 40 years old, but her hair had turned a shocking white.
In comparison to the South Duchess who had maintained her youthful appearance, this Concubine Yu was blinded and maimed. Over the span of ten long years, she had undergone much torture and suffering.
Upon seeing his mother, Xuan Ying promptly walked ahead. He knelt in front of the wheelchair on one knee and looked at his mother with love and tenderness in his eyes. “Mother.”
He raised his head and called ‘Mother’ with sincerity.
At this very moment, he was not the Silver Mask King who killed enemies on the battlefield. He was only a son, a son who had returned home.
Concubine Yu was unable to see and her voice was icy-cold. “You are not my son!”
Xuan Ying froze.
“I don’t have such a disobedient son. More than ten years ago, I sent my son away from this bloody and filthy abattoir, so that he could become an ordinary person. My son has already left. I don’t know a person, who is so bloody and cruel like you!”
Upon hearing his mother’s admonishment, Xuan Ying’s throat bobbed and soon later, he smiled tenderly and stretched his hand out to touch his mother’s hand. “Mother…”
Concubine Yu raised her hand and slapped Xuan Ying’s handsome face.
“Get lost, I never want to see you again!”
Concubine Yu turned around and wheeled herself away. At this, Xuan Ying was still rooted on the spot. His face tightened at being slapped by his mother.
Just then, his trusted right-hand man, Ah Zhou, walked ahead. “Master.”
Xuan Ying raised his hand and Ah Zhou promptly retreated. He gradually stood up and touched the palm-print on his handsome face before turning around to get into the car. His handsome face remained calm and unflappable, there was not even a frown.
No one knew what he was thinking.
“Ying’er.” The South Duke approached him.
But Xuan Ying evaded the South Duke’s touch.
The South Duke stiffened and soon after, he coughed and spoke, “Ying’er, Jing Zhou has been chaotic recently and many bandits have emerged. You can lead the troops to eliminate these bandits within this couple of days.”
Xuan Ying replied, “Yes, South Duke.”
Ah Zhou pulled open the backseat door and Xuan Ying bent to get into the car. The bullet-proof luxurious car sped away.
All this time, Feng Lingxue was sitting in the car at the back. She did not have the privilege to sit together with him.
But she had witnessed everything just now.
Her heart throbbed violently in pain for him. He always exuded a baleful and malevolent aura, but why did she feel that he was very lonely?
His mother had endured ten odd years of pain and suffering to send him out of the South Palace. Why did he return?
He planned to burden his mother’s hatred and exact revenge on her behalf.
…
At the Snow Mountain Residence.
The bullet-proof luxurious car stopped in front of Xuan Ying’s Snow Mountain Residence half an hour later. Mo Mo opened the backseat door and Feng Lingxue alighted.
Xuan Ying alighted the car too.
When Feng Lingxue glanced sideways at him, she found that he was not even looking at her. She could see the outline of his cold and sharp face which was so perfectly exquisite and handsome.
Did it not hurt when he was slapped just now?
She wanted very much to go to him and gently caress his face.
Her heart was in pain, she was hurting so much for him.
“Young Master, you are back?”
At this moment, a babble of lilting voices rang out. Feng Lingxue looked up to see seven or eight women running out.
All these women were beauties and they leaped into Xuan Ying’s arms like needly little foxes.
“Young Master, you are finally back home. We missed you so much.”
Xuan Ying opened his arms and held a beauty. “Miss me? Which part of me do you miss? On top or below?”
He arched his brows seductively.
“Young Master, you are so bad. I’ll hit your chest.” One of the women gently pummeled Xuan Ying’s muscular chest.
Feng Lingxue promptly lowered her head upon witnessing this scene and looked at her toes. Were these women his concubines? She had known very early on that even though he did not have a wife, he had many pretty concubines.
Even though she knew the truth, she still felt pain in her heart.
She felt terrible.
She felt so terrible that she wished she could pluck her heart out then and there.
Just then, a beauty glanced sideways and looked at Feng Lingxue. “Young Master, who is this?”
Many jealous glances filled with enmity landed on Feng Lingxue.
Feng Lingxue was a beauty blessed with ravishing and enchanting looks. Although these beauties were young and pretty themselves, they paled starkly in comparison to Feng Lingxue.
Sometimes, it was a curse to be born beautiful.
Beautiful women were more susceptible to the jealousy of others, especially in a place like this where the concubines vied for one man’s attention.
Feng Lingxue raised her entrancing eyes and looked at Xuan Ying. Looking up slightly, his dark eyes landed on her small face. “She… She’s the servant I’ve just purchased.”
He said she was a servant.
All the women promptly covered their mouths and giggled. “Oh, so she’s a servant. Let her stay in the servants’ room then. Young Master, you have to come to our rooms tonight.”
Within moments, Xuan Ying left with the women. “There are so many of you. Who should I choose tonight?”
He had left.
He was gone.
Feng Lingxue could still hear his uninhibited laughter. She gradually clenched her fist and dug her nails into her palm.
…
Feng Lingxue stayed in the servants’ room together with the other servants.
The next morning, two servants entered and gestured at her. “Put on this uniform and get to work. From now onwards, you are only a servant. Don’t ever think about climbing into Young Master’s bed!”
Feng Lingxue glanced at the servant’s uniform and put it on without a word.
After that, she went downstairs and someone issued her an order. “Hey, you, quickly put the cutlery onto the dining table. Young Master and Miss Yu Yu will be coming down for breakfast soon.”
“Last night, Young Master chose Miss Yu Yu to spend the night with and they did not come out of the room the entire night!”