Chapter 162 - Oh, How it Hurts to be Slapped in the Face (1/2)

Feng Xiupei threw a warning glance at Feng Xiuyu. “Don’t get jealous over nothing because Eldest Sister was engaged to Third Prince before.”

They both knew that the Chastity Sand was fake, but there was nothing they could do, because if they said that the girls didn’t have the mark of Chastity Sand, then that would mean that Feng Xiupei and Feng Xiuyu had lost their virginity. Saying that the Feng family didn’t mark its daughters would sound like making excuses since, somehow, Feng Tianlan had this spot on her.

Feng Xiupei could only admit that Feng Tianlan had played an excellent move this round. They had to concede defeat.

After hearing Feng Xiupei’s words, Feng Xiuyu glared with hate at Feng Tianlan, clenched her teeth, and stomped her feet. She reluctantly returned to Si Rong’s side, looking ready to kill someone.

Feng Tianlan curled her lips at Feng Xiupei. Feng Xiupei was so quick to predict what she was going to say next. She had to be careful of Feng Xiupei.

“As long as Eldest Sister is fine, that’s all that matters. We all thought that the corpse was you, and the wounds were really…so we all thought…the important thing is that you’re alright.”

Feng Tianlan couldn’t be bothered with Feng Xiupei’s hypocrisy. She was prepared to give her a good slap in the face. She’d be brought down a peg soon enough.

“Earlier, my second sister said that I ganged up with robbers to steal and exchange the seal in my father’s hand.” Feng Tianlan spun the seal in her hand and looked up at Feng Xiang with a smile. “Father, why don’t you tell me what’s so special about this seal?”

Feng Xiang was at a loss for words. Besides knowing that this was the Feng Clan Seal and that it could command Spiritual Emperors, he didn’t know anything else. How was he supposed to answer this question?

Feng Tianlan was still smiling as she continued, “This is a secret that only the true Feng Clan Head would know, so it’s not strange that Father doesn’t know. Let me ask a different question, then. Phoenixes cry tears of blood – on the real seal, where does this blood come from?”

Again, Feng Xiang had no answers for her. This was the first time that he had seen the real seal in all these years, and he could only see it from afar. The one he was holding was a fake, and he didn’t know how close it was to the original. There was no guarantee he could get this right.