Chapter 442 - Two Men Fight Over a Girl and Blocked the Street (2/2)

Mo Xuetong nodded.

The horse carriage reversed slowly under Mo Ye’s direction. Even though there were other people approaching, they all parted consciously when they saw that it was the extremely luxurious horse carriage of King Xuan’s Manor. They did not know if it was the arrogant King Xuan who was inside and did not want to offend him for it would not bode well for them.

Even though the commotion was entertaining, they wouldn’t want to get into trouble themselves!

Feng Yuran watched as Mo Xuetong’s horse carriage backed away slowly on a tall building by the side. A charming smile appeared on his handsome face.

He was situated at a very good spot. It was exactly where the commotion started. He could see the madam of the Ling family approaching and pulling at Lan Xinru’s hair while scolding her viciously. There were a few other maids who were helping her to pinch Lan Xinru. The maid beside Lan Xinru was trying to protect her but could not hold on and was kicked onto the ground.

Ling Yang from the Ling family did not seem like an outstanding sort. When he saw his wife scratching at Lan Xinru’s face, he hurriedly went up to stop her. However, Yu Mingyong continued holding on to him and got his manservant to hold on to Ling Yang as well. Then, Yu Mingyong continued hitting Ling Yang who could not defend himself. He was just as pathetic as Lan Xinru.

“Your Highness, do you think it’s about time?” Feng Yue, who was standing beside Feng Yuran asked carefully.

“It’s still early yet. He’s not even crippled. How can I help seek revenge for Tong’er?” Feng Yuran smiled devilishly, his thin lips turning up. There was a vicious glint in his eyes as he picked up his teacup lazily. He took a sip of tea and then put the cup down casually.

The Prince was still angry even though Ling Yang had been beaten up so badly. Feng Yue only felt sad for Ling Yang for having a sister who liked to cause trouble. She could have caused trouble for anyone, but why did she have to cause trouble for the person the prince cared for the most? Wasn’t that as good as seeking death? It seemed that he should take more care with that mistress of his in the future.

“What about now?” Feng Yue asked hesitantly.

“Just break one of his arms and legs. We can’t make it too gory after all.” Feng Yuran said lazily.

Breaking an arm and a leg was not gory? Feng Yuran looked as if he were being a gentleman at that. Feng Yue felt a chill go down his spine and thought that he had to be more vigilant.

“Yes, I will have someone do it now.”

“Be fast.”

“Yes! I will order someone to get it done immediately.” Feng Yue went to the door and spoke to a guard there. The guard nodded and went down the stairs.

Then, the commotion downstairs grew even louder. No one knew who was the first to make a move, but it was total chaos. There were people holding rods and screaming as well as pained yell echoed through the air…

“Let’s go. I have to go to the palace.” Feng Yuran saw that the fight downstairs was ending and he stood up.

“Yes.” Even though Feng Yuran wondered why the prince was going back to the palace after just having left it, he knew that there must be a reason for it. He immediately went downstairs to prepare the horse carriage and they left from a different exit of the tea house.

Mo Xuetong did not know that the road blockage had been directed by Feng Yuran. She returned to the manor and took her medicine. She rested on the stove bed for a while as she was very tired and fell asleep.

When she woke up, she still did not see Feng Yuran. However, she heard Mo Yu describing the fight on the main street of Chaoyang in a lively manner.

It was said that both the young master from the Ling family and Yu Mingyong had not emerged from the fight unscathed. The fight was chaotic and no one knew who did it. But in any case, Young Master Ling’s arm and leg were broken. Yu Mingyong was not any better off. He had been knocked unconscious and was vomiting blood as he laid on the ground. No one knew if he was dead or alive.

The madam of the Ling family realized that something was wrong and stopped hitting Lan Xinru. She got someone to tie Lan Xinru up and went to save her husband. However, the scene was really chaotic and someone’s horse was spooked. It charged straight into the crowd watching the fight and several madams and young ladies were injured after being tossed off their horses.

This had originally been about a mistress, but the whole matter had blown up especially because of the ladies who had been collateral damage. They would not give it up. Even though those families were not as powerful as the Ding General Manor, their power was not insignificant when they worked together. They went to complain to the Emperor.

Since no one knew if Yu Mingyong was alive or dead, Ling Yang had to bear responsibility for the matter. It was said that Duke Ding had spoilt his son to be fighting over a girl with another man and had beaten up Consort Yu’s younger brother whose life was now hanging by a thread.

After the message was sent to the palace, Consort Yu fainted on the spot. If not for an imperial physician having been waiting to be called upon, she would have even lost the child she was carrying. The Emperor was furious and punished Duke Ding’s by taking away his salary for a year. He also took away Ling Yang’s current position. The woman who caused all of this was sent to a brothel. Then, the Emperor sent an imperial physician to treat Yu Mingyong.

“My Lady, that Miss Lan had behaved inappropriately when she was living in the Mo Manor. She had asked for it herself, having landed herself in this current state.” Mo Yu recalled what Lan Xinru had done in the Mo Manor as she looked at the current state Lan Xinru was in. She felt that her anger at Lan Xinru was finally worked off. “That’s right. She deserved it!”

Mo Xuetong blinked her beautiful eyes. A smile appeared on her lips and she sat up on the stove bed.

She could not bring herself to pity Lan Xinru. A cold mocking look appeared in her eyes.

“Who was looking for it? Is Tong’er looking for me? Don’t worry. I’m here!” A lazy voice could be heard from the door.

The curtains were lifted and Feng Yuran entered elegantly, dressed in purple. His charming almond eyes were smiling. His eyes were like stars and shone as brilliantly as the sun and the moon. His thin lips curled up slightly, a small smirk appearing on his artfully carved face.

He seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

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