Chapter 126: The Fight - Rebirth of the Noble Daughter

 Chapter 126: The Fight

“Does this mean that Grandfather doesn't agree with Father getting involved in this mess?”

As soon as Feng Jinyao finished speaking, Feng Jinlin's calm face flashed with surprise. She had guessed their grandfather's intentions just from one sentence! Her sharp intuition made even him feel a bit inferior.

Seeing her brother's confusion, Feng Jinyao explained.

“Otherwise, Grandfather wouldn't have instructed Father to rest for six months, right?”

Feng Jinlin chuckled. Everyone always said he was meticulous, but compared to his sister, he felt lacking.

He grew more certain that involving her in these matters was the right choice. In fact, he started thinking that many future problems might be better solved with her input. With this in mind, he continued.

“Yes, Father has been in the Ministry of Revenue for many years and has had dealings with the Transportation Office. The previous Superintendent died suddenly, leaving the position vacant. The Emperor intends to send Father there, but Grandfather finds it unsuitable. Any misstep could lead to a disaster for our family. That's why he originally planned for Father to feign illness. But who knew, just as Father left his study, he was attacked.”

Hearing this, the siblings both felt the timing of the assassination was too coincidental. Could someone have known the Emperor's intentions in advance and not wanted Father to take the position, thus striking so ruthlessly?

Feng Jinyao ran through her memories of previous life enemies but found no answers. In her previous life, it was the Ninth Prince, backed by the Duke of Wei, who pushed her father into danger, so it couldn't have been them this time. But who could it be?

Pondering this, they walked toward the courtyard, still without a clear answer.

Feng Jinlin offered some comfort. “Get some rest. I'll handle the rest.”

Knowing her brother's concern, she didn't refuse. She smiled and replied, “Thank you, Brother. I'll go keep Sister-in-law company tomorrow. It's not convenient for me to take care of Father. You and Big Brother are more suitable.”

Feng Jinlin nodded. As their father's sons, it was their duty.

After bidding farewell to Feng Jinyao, he headed back to his courtyard. Under the moonlight, his silhouette was faintly illuminated by a soft white glow, making it hard for Feng Jinyao to see clearly.

Meanwhile, Feng Jinlin rushed back to his courtyard, claimed he was tired and went to bed after blowing out the candle.

His attendants, Song Nan and Song Bei, didn't dare disturb him and quietly went outside to stand guard with a lantern.

Not long after, a dark figure silently climbed over the Feng family wall, heading straight for another residence.

In the dead of night, the large estate's servants patrolled as usual. Feng Jinlin, dressed in black, blended into the shadows. With his excellent light-footed skills, he easily evaded many guards, heading for a side room in the backyard.

The courtyard was silent, bathed in moonlight with only occasional rustling from the branches. There was no other sign of life.

Feng Jinlin burst through the door to find a man not resting but sitting at a tea table, pouring hot tea into a cup as if waiting for him.

“You're here?”

Seeing that it wasn't who he was looking for, Feng Jinlin scowled, pulled down his mask, and asked in a low voice.

“Yang Zhao, where is the prince?”

“The prince had matters to attend to and told me to wait for you here.”

Wait for him? It seemed they had anticipated his visit. As the pieces fell into place, Feng Jinlin squinted and asked, “So, you were the one who tried to kill my father today?”

“Yes.”

Yang Zhao admitted it straightforwardly without any explanation.

He pulled out the dagger and handed it to Feng Jinlin. The blade, made of fine steel, glinted coldly. Seeing it, Feng Jinlin's anger flared.

He kicked Yang Zhao in the arm, grabbed the dagger, and stabbed him.

With a muffled sound, the dagger plunged into Yang Zhao's left shoulder. He grunted in pain but did not scream.

Feng Jinlin glared. “Why didn't you dodge?”

He was naturally furious. His 'friend' had tried to kill his father and then brazenly showed him the weapon. If he could swallow this anger, he wouldn't be himself.

But seeing Yang Zhao not even resist, just accepting the stab, his anger began to dissipate.

“Is this blade coated with a hemostatic agent?”

Yang Zhao gave a bitter smile. This task was truly tough—turning against a brother and almost getting stabbed to death. "Prince, next time, let the secret guards handle such things. I'm done with this!"

“Yeah, how's your father?”

“What do you think?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jinlin swiftly pulled the dagger out of Yang Zhao's shoulder. There wasn't the expected gush of blood, just a small trickle that quickly coagulated.

Even so, it really hurt.

Grimacing, Yang Zhao pulled a porcelain bottle from his robe and sprinkled some powder on the wound. The sharp sting made him gasp.

“Calmed down? If so, help me bandage this up.”

“Hmph, I should have stabbed you in the chest to see if you'd still be able to talk.” Despite the harsh words, Feng Jinlin bent down to help Yang Zhao with the wound.

He truly was unlucky. If it weren't for Feng Yunli's illness, he wouldn't have gotten involved with Prince Ding's household! Su Cheng was like a thousand-faced fox—appearing more of a playboy than him but actually the deputy leader of Prince Ding's secret guards.

Without Su Cheng's introduction, he would never have gotten on this pirate ship.

Feeling more aggrieved, he wrapped the bandage with increasing force, causing Yang Zhao to curse in pain.

“Why are you being so rough? Are you worried I'll be too injured to get up, leaving all the dirty work to you?” Yang Zhao's words were full of threat, making Feng Jinlin even angrier.

If anyone ever told him again that Prince Ding's household stayed away from court politics, he would punch them until they were picking their teeth off the ground.

To him, they were all despicable!

After roughly bandaging the wound, Feng Jinlin helped Yang Zhao sit down. Soldiers weren't bothered by minor injuries, but Yang Zhao asked about Feng Jinlin's father.

“How is Master Feng? His injuries should be fine, right?”

“Hmph, easy for you to say. My father is old and not a martial artist. Your stab nearly took half his life.”

Impossible, thought Yang Zhao, recalling the situation. He had deliberately aimed at a spot that looked dangerous but wasn't too serious. With proper rest, his father should be fine.

Could it really be as serious as Feng Jinlin claimed? He looked at Feng Jinlin suspiciously, doubting his accuracy until he saw the hidden smile at the corner of his eyes.

Sighing deeply, he realized he had been tricked.

Following the prince was already a life-risking job. Now with this troublemaker around, his days were going to be even harder.

He mentally wiped away a tear of frustration.