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.

After enduring the four whips, she had felt numb from all the pain initially, but her senses had awoken, and now she could feel wave after wave of searing pain a.s.saulting her body, which made her break out in cold sweat.

“Miss Feng, don’t move. The doctor has already bandaged you. If you move, the wound may tear.” At this moment, she heard Mo Mo’s voice.

Feng Lingxue looked down at her own wound which had been treated.

“Miss Feng, rest well. Young Master has ordered that we cannot let you die.”

Cannot let her die.

Feng Lingxue clenched her fist and murmured in a hoa.r.s.e voice, “I won’t die. I won’t let myself die. There’s still something important that I need to do…”

After all, she cherished her own life.

She would not die.

At this moment, the luxurious car came to a stop and Feng Lingxue glanced sideways at the s.h.i.+ny window. They had already reached Country A.

They had arrived at the South Palace of Country A.

A few bullet-proof luxurious cars stopped and as Ah Zhou respectfully pulled open the backseat door, Xuan Ying alighted.

He was wearing a black sweater and black army boots today. Half of his devilishly handsome face was revealed, and one could not look away from him.

Feng Lingxue was in the car looking at him. “Mo Mo, aren’t we getting down?”

“No need. Young Master is residing at the Snow Mountain Residence. The South Duke and his wives are staying at the South Palace and Young Master is only here to visit his mother.”

“The South Duke is his father. Is his mother the South d.u.c.h.ess then?” Feng Lingxue asked in a soft voice.

Mo Mo shook her head. “No, Young Master’s biological mother was merely a concubine, and Young Master was an illegitimate son. But since he was young, he had been doted upon by the South Duke.

“Young Master was exceptionally intelligent beyond his years since he was young. Due to his high level of cool-headedness and self-discipline, the South Duke has raised Young Master to be his successor, but this Concubine Yu was audacious enough to secretly send Young Master out of the residence when Young Master was only six years old and hide him in Ah Jiao’s room. The South Duke was furious and ordered someone to maim the concubine’s legs, rendering her handicapped for the rest of her life.

“All these years, the South Duke had been looking for Young Master and he only managed to locate Young Master in Ah Jiao’s room three years ago, bringing him back to the South Palace. Young Master did not disappoint anyone. He is a born leader and he merely took three years to be on par with the West Duke, dominating the whole of the Southern side, so the South Duke doted on Young Master very much.”

Feng Lingxue looked at the tall, well-built figure outside the window. He was standing in front of the car and looking up at the South Palace.

At this moment, the palace main door was opened and a group of people emerged to welcome him. The South Duke was at the forefront. He walked ahead and patted Xuan Ying’s shoulder in satisfaction.

“My son, you are back.”

Xuan Ying’s face was devoid of any expression and he did not even address the South Duke as ‘Father’.

The South d.u.c.h.ess was behind and immediately sneered in disdain, “As the Silver Mask King gets more accomplished, he gets even more conceited. You are back after three years and still refuse to call your father. Are you blaming the Old Master for maiming your wretched mother?”

In response, Xuan Ying only looked up and glanced at the South d.u.c.h.ess impa.s.sively. That glance reeked of malevolence, making one’s hair stand on end.

The South d.u.c.h.ess trembled in fear, but she still couldn’t help herself from provoking him further. “What have I said wrong…”

Pah! The South Duke slapped the South d.u.c.h.ess

“Ah!”

The South d.u.c.h.ess gave a shrill cry and collapsed onto the floor wretchedly.

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 d.u.c.h.ess 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 d.u.c.h.ess 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 b.l.o.o.d.y 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 b.l.o.o.d.y 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 ravis.h.i.+ng 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!”