"I'm going to kill her." Song Xi drew his blade, his teeth clenched as he glared at Wang Lianzhi.
"Don't, Song Xi, please, for the sake of all the years we've spent together, spare me, spare my life!"
"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong now, please forgive me!"
Seeing that Song Xi was actually going to kill her, Wang Lianzhi's crying became even more heart-wrenching. She kept bowing and kowtowing to Song Xi over and over again.
Her appearance was truly pitiful beyond measure.
But when one thought about the fact that this was a woman who had resorted to poisoning her fiancé's mother for her own benefit — forget about Chu Feng, even many of the people present felt that Wang Lianzhi was utterly disgusting.
But Song Xi was no bystander. He had grown up with Wang Lianzhi since childhood, childhood sweethearts who had come of age together.
Even setting aside the engagement, in Song Xi's heart, Wang Lianzhi was like a sister to him.
Seeing Wang Lianzhi like this, although Song Xi was consumed by fury, he simply could not bring himself to swing the blade in his hand.
In the end, Song Xi turned to Chu Feng and said, "Chu Feng, can we let her go? After all, my mother has already recovered."
"Don't ask me. Decide for yourself what to do — I won't interfere," Chu Feng said.
"Then let's let her go," Song Xi said.
"Alright, then let's leave." Seeing that Song Xi had made his decision, Chu Feng prepared to depart.
"My lord, wait!"
Seeing that Chu Feng was about to leave, Wang Lianzhi suddenly shouted out.
Chu Feng turned back to look, and immediately understood why Wang Lianzhi had called out to him.
It was because the insects surrounding Wang Lianzhi were still eagerly writhing, as though the slightest suspicious move from her would cause them to swarm in and tear her to shreds.
Whoosh— With a sweep of his wide sleeve, those horrifying, terrifying insects transformed into streaks of golden light and dissolved into thin air.
The sight was not frightening at all — on the contrary, it was rather beautiful.
"There were never any Truth-Revealing Ghost Insects. It was nothing but an illusion," Chu Feng remarked with mockery.
Hearing these words, Wang Lianzhi's face turned ashen. Her heart was surely seething with rage, filled with hatred toward Chu Feng.
She knew she had been tricked, made a fool of by Chu Feng.
But there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't even dare to show her anger, let alone act on it, because she knew full well that Chu Feng was someone she could not afford to cross.
"Let's go." Chu Feng turned around, preparing to take Song Xi and Aunt Jing away.
"Wait."
Just then, another voice rang out — it was the chief steward of the Zhao Residence.
"What, you don't plan to let me leave?" Chu Feng looked coldly at the chief steward.
Meeting Chu Feng's cold gaze, the chief steward and the entire Zhao Residence were so terrified that their bodies trembled.
Chu Feng noticed that everyone, including the chief steward, had instinctively lowered their heads. They didn't dare meet his eyes.
But after a moment of hesitation, the chief steward slowly raised his head. Mustering his courage, he asked Chu Feng: "You don't seem to intend to kill us."
"If I wanted you dead, you'd already be dead," Chu Feng said.
"But since you're willing to let even us go, why did you slaughter those members of the Zhao Residence?" the chief steward asked.
Hearing these words, Chu Feng's expression shifted, and he asked in genuine confusion: "Massacre?"
"When did I massacre anyone from your Zhao Residence? What are you talking about?"