Chapter 521: Get Lost
Rage!
An icy chill radiated from every inch of Lin Feng's body as his gaze swept across the crowd.
Duan Xinye had been with him the entire time, including the period before the banquet. No wonder Duan Wuya suspected him. If someone had drugged Duan Xinye, it must have happened during the banquet. That person's skill in administering the drug was terrifying—silent and undetectable, even though Lin Feng had been sitting right beside Xinye, he hadn't noticed a thing.
"Lin Feng, you're shameless," Yue Tianming roared as well, rising to his feet and glaring coldly at Lin Feng. "You actually tried to use such despicable means to claim Princess Xinye first. Utterly shameless!"
All eyes fell on Lin Feng. His suspicion was the greatest.
First, Duan Xinye had been following Lin Feng all along. There was no way she could have drugged herself while beside him.
Second, with Yue Qingshan now in the imperial palace to propose marriage on Yue Tianming's behalf, it likely threatened Lin Feng's relationship with Duan Xinye. In his desperation, Lin Feng might have drugged her. Since her heart belonged to him, if they consummated the act, Lin Feng would have her for himself. Every piece of evidence pointed to Lin Feng.
Feeling the accusing stares, Lin Feng's face turned icy cold. Yue Qingshan's arrival to propose marriage for Yue Tianming had indeed made Lin Feng slightly anxious, but how could he ever do something like this?
His frigid pupils swept over the crowd again. He couldn't tell who had done it, and no one seemed to have a reason for such a despicable act. Yet Duan Xinye was clearly under the influence of the drug—there was no mistake.
"Second Prince, shouldn't the priority be finding a way to save Xinye?" Lin Feng's gaze finally settled on Duan Wuya. His tone was icy cold, showing no respect for Duan Wuya either. Saving Xinye was the most important thing, yet Duan Wuya was here berating him.
"Do you think I don't know that? But feel her meridians yourself—she's burning with fire. If we don't resolve it that way, her meridians will be incinerated and destroyed. There's no time left. Lin Feng, if you were the one who administered the drug, you're far too ruthless, leaving no room for retreat," Duan Wuya said, his usual composure and grace gone. His face was cold and sinister as he stared at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's expression froze. He placed his hand on Duan Xinye's body, and his powerful soul force invaded her. Sure enough, a terrifying current surged within her, as if it would burn her entire being alive.
Burning with desire!
Duan Xinye's eyes were hazy now, almost delirious. She clung tightly to Lin Feng, her breath like orchid fragrance against his ear.
"Lin Feng, save me."
Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. Save her?
Right now, there was only one way to save Duan Xinye: to be intimate with her.
His expression shifted unpredictably, even turning somewhat ferocious and ugly. He didn't want to claim her under these circumstances, especially while bearing the accusation of drugging her.
But if he didn't save her, only two outcomes remained.
Duan Xinye would burn to death from the fire within.
Or someone else would save her.
Neither outcome was acceptable to Lin Feng. He couldn't let Duan Xinye die, nor could he let anyone else save her.
"I'm taking Xinye away." Lin Feng gritted his teeth, lifted Duan Xinye from her seat, and stood up. A look of determination flashed in his eyes.
There was no other choice. He had to save Xinye himself. He believed she would forgive him.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, the crowd's hearts tightened. Lin Feng was leaving!
Everyone knew what Lin Feng was leaving to do.
Many eyes turned hostile. Were they really going to let Lin Feng leave like this and claim Princess Xinye?
"Put down the princess." A cold voice rang out. Yue Tianming's body flickered as he appeared before Lin Feng, staring at him coldly. His entire being radiated icy intent. How could he let Lin Feng succeed?
Lin Feng's body stiffened. He raised his head and stared icily at Yue Tianming.
"Lin Feng, I can't take it anymore." Duan Xinye's soft voice sounded in Lin Feng's ear again, making his entire body tense up.
"Boom!"
He took a step forward, releasing a terrifying aura of slaughter. It was extremely cold.
"Get lost."
"Boom!"
Another step. Lin Feng tried to move outside the Star-Gazing Pavilion. Duan Xinye couldn't wait any longer. He couldn't let anything happen to her.
A surging wave of killing sword intent rushed toward Yue Tianming, causing his robes to flutter. But Yue Tianming stood there like a mountain, unmoving, his gaze cold.
How could he let Lin Feng leave? Although he wasn't obsessed with fame and status, the woman in Lin Feng's arms was his betrothed. And if Lin Feng took her away, it would be to consummate the act with Xinye. How could he allow the woman who might become his to do that with Lin Feng? How would Yue Tianming face the world afterward? And Princess Xinye—how would she face it?
Lin Feng's methods were truly vicious.
"Put down the princess." Yue Tianming's voice was cold and firm. A powerful aura erupted from him, sharp and bone-chilling.
"Boom!"
Another explosion. Lin Feng stomped the ground, launching himself into the air. The ceiling of the Star-Gazing Pavilion burst open, sending stones flying everywhere. The people below all scattered.
"Where do you think you're going?" A cold voice rang out as two figures moved simultaneously. Yue Qingshan transformed into a streak of light, appearing before Lin Feng in an instant, blocking his escape. His robes fluttered, and his white hair danced in the wind.
Then Yue Tianming also stepped forward, blocking Lin Feng's path. He shouted again, "Put down the princess!"
Yue Tianming spoke each word deliberately, clearly enunciated. He absolutely could not let Lin Feng go. No way.
Lin Feng looked at the two men before him. One was his maternal grandfather, the master of the Yue Clan, Yue Qingshan. The other was his elder brother, Yue Tianming, ranked second among the Eight Young Masters.
Neither of them was weaker than him. Especially Yue Qingshan—even if Lin Feng used all his abilities, he couldn't escape.
"Are you really going to stop me?" Lin Feng stared at Yue Qingshan, his voice as cold as ice.
The veins on Yue Qingshan's face twitched. His gaze was resolute as he nodded firmly.
"Put down Princess Xinye."
"And if I do, what happens to Xinye?" Lin Feng asked coldly.
"Let Tianming take her away. Tianming and the princess are betrothed. He won't fail her." Yue Qingshan's tone was decisive, leaving no room for argument.
He wanted Lin Feng to put down Duan Xinye, then let Yue Tianming take her away. Everything would proceed naturally from there. Princess Duan Xinye would become Yue Tianming's woman, fulfilling the marriage contract.
"Grandfather?" Lin Feng suddenly called out, making Yue Qingshan's body tremble slightly. A flicker of hesitation appeared in his eyes, but it quickly vanished, replaced by the same unwavering resolve.
"Heh, hehe..." Lin Feng suddenly laughed—a sinister laugh. His maternal grandfather wanted his woman to go with his elder brother. How ridiculous.
The crowd below looked up at the four figures in the sky, their eyes flickering uncertainly. How would this situation be resolved?
With Yue Qingshan and Yue Tianming blocking him, Lin Feng would surely have to leave Duan Xinye behind this time. If he couldn't take her away, it meant Duan Xinye would become Yue Tianming's woman, with no connection to Lin Feng—even if the two of them loved each other.
Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at Duan Xinye. Her body was burning red, like flames. Just holding her made Lin Feng feel like he was next to a furnace.
Duan Xinye couldn't wait any longer.
"You two, get lost!"
A bone-chilling voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth, causing Yue Qingshan's face to stiffen. Lin Feng was telling him to get lost? No matter what, he was still Lin Feng's maternal grandfather. Even Lin Feng's mother, Yue Menghe, wouldn't dare say that word to him.
But then Yue Qingshan and Yue Tianming saw Lin Feng's eyes lift again. Terrifying cold light burst from his pupils—evil, icy. These were eyes of darkness, eyes of the demonic path, devoid of any emotion.
Seeing those pupils, Yue Qingshan and Yue Tianming couldn't help but tremble inwardly. Lin Feng's eyes were too cold—cold enough to make one shiver, cold enough to pierce the marrow, cold enough to invade the soul!