Chapter 107 – Flower Snatching Thief (7)
“Did you really have to shout my name so loudly? Now the whole neighborhood knows!”
Before Feng Jin could truly get angry, Jiang Pengji leaped gracefully onto the wall, using her strength to scale it confidently.
Feng Jin clung to the wall with both hands, looking quite the mess.
He looked up at Jiang Pengji with a trembling gaze, as if he were staring at his greatest enemy.
Had he known that Jiang Pengji was a ditzy sweetie (unreliable), he wouldn’t have foolishly jumped into this pit; it was an utter humiliation!
Feng Jin’s inner turmoil raged on, wishing he could strangle his former self.
“Please don’t blame me, Mr. Wei! I came here with Huaiyu today for a good reason! We had no choice but to climb over the wall!”
Jiang Pengji said with a smile, pulling down the still clinging Feng Jin as she jumped inside.
Inside the wall, there were indeed a few house servants guarding the area. In addition, a middle-aged man in simple attire stood like a sturdy pine tree before them, sporting a neatly groomed beautiful beard and dark, brooding eyes, surveying Jiang Pengji with a gaze full of scrutiny and suspicion.
Well, it was the middle of the night, and students were sneaking over their teacher’s wall during such a sensitive time—who wouldn’t be suspicious?
However, Wei Yuan didn’t directly pin the blame on her; after all, her age didn’t match the typical culprit.
At least he was aware of his own students. Wei Yuan could recognize that they weren’t the sordid type.
“Lan Ting, you’ve truly made things difficult for Jin this time.”
Bad associations—decades of reputation down the drain!
“Come on, don’t throw a tantrum.”
Jiang Pengji treated Feng Jin as if he were a child, dismissing him effortlessly.
Feng Jin’s eyes widened in shock, as if he were seeing Jiang Pengji for the first time.
Jiang Pengji cupped her hands in front of Wei Yuan, respectfully exclaiming, “Sir!”
Wei Yuan showed no appreciation, instead coldly shrugging off her greeting with a dismissive snort.
He did believe that Liu Xi was not the type to be sordid, yet that didn’t explain why this kid was climbing his wall in the dead of night.
Climbing the wall was one issue, but clearly, Lan Ting knew there were people inside and still chose to intrude!
To mistake one wrongdoing for another—an even larger mistake!
Feng Jin straightened his sleeves, not bothering to fix his slightly disheveled appearance, and deeply bowed to Wei Yuan.
“I’m Feng Jin, greetings, Mr. Wei. Today’s incident is indeed unintentional; please remain calm while we wait for Lan Ting to explain.”
Although Feng Jin would love nothing more than to duel Jiang Pengji right now, the two of them were on the same side and needed to work together until Wei Yuan’s anger was quelled; they couldn’t afford to hold each other back.
“Feng Jin? You carry the Feng surname? Are you related to the Shangyang Feng clan? What connection do you have to Minister Feng Xian De?”
The Feng surname was quite rare, and in Dongqing, mentioning the Feng family would almost always lead to the Shangyang Feng clan.
Catching a glimpse of Feng Jin’s fine attire and luxurious accessories, Wei Yuan could tell his family wasn’t exactly lacking.
Feng Jin’s face flushed, feeling embarrassed, unsure of how to reply.
In the end, he blushed and mumbled shyly, “I am indeed from the Shangyang Feng clan; the Minister is my father.”
Wei Yuan: “…”
Faced with Wei Yuan’s icy silence, the quick-witted audience bombarded the screen with comments, drowning his face in ridicule.
【Coward】: Oh no, the Minister’s son is climbing into my house!
【Pang Dahai】: I’m in a pickle! How do I deal with this bigshot? Help, in a panic!
【Hong Jun Laozu’s Chrysanthemum】: Don’t mind me pretending like I’m fine; I’m actually burning with anxiety inside! How can I maintain my aloof image when this kid is behaving so out of line? I can’t compete with his dad! Help, in a panic!
Of course, there were some particularly quirky comments.
【Magical Girl A-Feng】: That kid is truly the Minister’s son! How detestable, it’s utterly infuriating!
Jiang Pengji thought that whether it was Wei Yuan’s expression or the comments, it was all delightful to consume.
She inwardly reveled in the amusement, her expression as stoic as always, but a light laugh from beside her captured everyone’s attention.
At this moment, she noticed not only were there fully armed house servants next to Wei Yuan, but also a young man of around twenty, standing nearby.
This young man had sharp features, his dark eyes carrying a grimness that sent a chill down her spine as he locked eyes with her.
His complexion was slightly rough and a shade of dull yellow, yet his looks were strikingly heroic; even the chill in his gaze couldn’t overshadow his facial advantages. His face was deep-set, his lips dry and slightly cracked, like a parched riverbed.
His clothes were not of the finest material and appeared somewhat worn; they didn’t fit well and had faded, with the collar and sleeves showing signs of heavy wear. Despite this, his jet-black hair was neatly styled, and he stood tall and alert, betraying none of his apparent dilapidation.
In his twenties, a widower, he arrived from the northern frontiers, likely from a border city near the three northern clans;
His father was of a different ethnicity, and his mother was a gentle Han woman who likely had an unhappy marriage; his father had a history of abusing his wife and children;
Cold in demeanor and ruthless in action, he had killed before—more than one person—and his father was presumably among those slain by him;
His palms were thickly calloused, and his fingers were slightly deformed from years of training; his combat skills vastly surpassed Feng Jin’s.
Blood seeped from his foot, yet he maintained a steady, upright posture without a hint of change…
Such ruthlessness, such endurance—she found it appealing!
As Jiang Pengji analyzed him, the young man was examining Jiang Pengji in return.
After a long moment of shaking his head, the young man regretfully waved his feather fan towards Wei Yuan.
“Mr. Wei, it’s not him.”
Wei Yuan’s face darkened; several house servants still surrounded Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin, not daring to let their guard down for a moment.
He believed in his student, so he didn’t doubt the young man’s assessment, but he couldn’t fathom why a student would jump over walls in the dead of night!
“Sir, I promise, I truly had pressing matters today! If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t resort to such measures.”
Jiang Pengji was unfazed, but to Wei Yuan, this audacious act was absolutely intolerable.
If word got out, who knew how they’d be discussed?
He couldn’t show his face again, nor could Liu Lanting.
No matter what his student had to say, erring on the side of caution by climbing walls was something he just couldn’t tolerate.
Feng Jin considered himself a mere backdrop, watching quietly, feeling he was dragged into this mess by Liu Xi, the pitfall master.
“Oh? I’m curious to hear what your reasoning is!”
Wei Yuan, prepared to listen to Jiang Pengji’s apology, knew that no matter her explanation, it would seem flimsy at best, the best outcome being labeled a mischievous student who didn’t know any better, thereby committing such a foolish act of disrespecting a teacher at such an hour.
