Chapter 1150 - Servant (1/2)

For all the pain he had suffered today, he would make sure that she suffered twice as much!

Xuan Ying coldly eyed Feng Lingxue, who had fainted on the floor, and ruthlessly turned around to leave.

…

Feng Lingxue’s luscious lashes quivered and she opened her eyes weakly.

Where was she?

She was in a luxurious car and lying on the couch with a goat’s fur carpet covering her.

She moved and wanted to get up.

But all she felt was excruciating pain.

After enduring the four whips, she had felt numb from all the pain initially, but her senses had awoken, and now she could feel wave after wave of searing pain assaulting her body, which made her break out in cold sweat.

“Miss Feng, don’t move. The doctor has already bandaged you. If you move, the wound may tear.” At this moment, she heard Mo Mo’s voice.

Feng Lingxue looked down at her own wound which had been treated.

“Miss Feng, rest well. Young Master has ordered that we cannot let you die.”

Cannot let her die.

Feng Lingxue clenched her fist and murmured in a hoarse voice, “I won’t die. I won’t let myself die. There’s still something important that I need to do…”

After all, she cherished her own life.

She would not die.

At this moment, the luxurious car came to a stop and Feng Lingxue glanced sideways at the shiny window. They had already reached Country A.

They had arrived at the South Palace of Country A.

A few bullet-proof luxurious cars stopped and as Ah Zhou respectfully pulled open the backseat door, Xuan Ying alighted.

He was wearing a black sweater and black army boots today. Half of his devilishly handsome face was revealed, and one could not look away from him.

Feng Lingxue was in the car looking at him. “Mo Mo, aren’t we getting down?”

“No need. Young Master is residing at the Snow Mountain Residence. The South Duke and his wives are staying at the South Palace and Young Master is only here to visit his mother.”

“The South Duke is his father. Is his mother the South Duchess then?” Feng Lingxue asked in a soft voice.

Mo Mo shook her head. “No, Young Master’s biological mother was merely a concubine, and Young Master was an illegitimate son. But since he was young, he had been doted upon by the South Duke.

“Young Master was exceptionally intelligent beyond his years since he was young. Due to his high level of cool-headedness and self-discipline, the South Duke has raised Young Master to be his successor, but this Concubine Yu was audacious enough to secretly send Young Master out of the residence when Young Master was only six years old and hide him in Ah Jiao’s room. The South Duke was furious and ordered someone to maim the concubine’s legs, rendering her handicapped for the rest of her life.

“All these years, the South Duke had been looking for Young Master and he only managed to locate Young Master in Ah Jiao’s room three years ago, bringing him back to the South Palace. Young Master did not disappoint anyone. He is a born leader and he merely took three years to be on par with the West Duke, dominating the whole of the Southern side, so the South Duke doted on Young Master very much.”

Feng Lingxue looked at the tall, well-built figure outside the window. He was standing in front of the car and looking up at the South Palace.

At this moment, the palace main door was opened and a group of people emerged to welcome him. The South Duke was at the forefront. He walked ahead and patted Xuan Ying’s shoulder in satisfaction.

“My son, you are back.”

Xuan Ying’s face was devoid of any expression and he did not even address the South Duke as ‘Father’.

The South Duchess was behind and immediately sneered in disdain, “As the Silver Mask King gets more accomplished, he gets even more conceited. You are back after three years and still refuse to call your father. Are you blaming the Old Master for maiming your wretched mother?”

In response, Xuan Ying only looked up and glanced at the South Duchess impassively. That glance reeked of malevolence, making one’s hair stand on end.

The South Duchess trembled in fear, but she still couldn’t help herself from provoking him further. “What have I said wrong…”

Pah! The South Duke slapped the South Duchess

“Ah!”

The South Duchess gave a shrill cry and collapsed onto the floor wretchedly.

The South Duke glared at her coldly. “If you dare to provoke my Ying’er again, I will punish you!”

“Old Master! You…” The South Duchess began to wail.

Xuan Ying was expressionless at witnessing such a scene and he looked up at the South Palace.

Just then, two female servants pushed Concubine Yu out on a wheelchair. She was merely 40 years old, but her hair had turned a shocking white.

In comparison to the South Duchess who had maintained her youthful appearance, this Concubine Yu was blinded and maimed. Over the span of ten long years, she had undergone much torture and suffering.

Upon seeing his mother, Xuan Ying promptly walked ahead. He knelt in front of the wheelchair on one knee and looked at his mother with love and tenderness in his eyes. “Mother.”

He raised his head and called ‘Mother’ with sincerity.

At this very moment, he was not the Silver Mask King who killed enemies on the battlefield. He was only a son, a son who had returned home.

Concubine Yu was unable to see and her voice was icy-cold. “You are not my son!”

Xuan Ying froze.

“I don’t have such a disobedient son. More than ten years ago, I sent my son away from this bloody and filthy abattoir, so that he could become an ordinary person. My son has already left. I don’t know a person, who is so bloody and cruel like you!”

Upon hearing his mother’s admonishment, Xuan Ying’s throat bobbed and soon later, he smiled tenderly and stretched his hand out to touch his mother’s hand. “Mother…”

Concubine Yu raised her hand and slapped Xuan Ying’s handsome face.

“Get lost, I never want to see you again!”

Concubine Yu turned around and wheeled herself away. At this, Xuan Ying was still rooted on the spot. His face tightened at being slapped by his mother.