37: Chapter 37 Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!

"Qin Feng... don't, don't do this..."

Yu Jingxiang hurriedly reached out to press against Qin Feng's iron-hard chest. Her stunningly beautiful cheeks turned red enough to bleed in an instant, and her voice was filled with intense pleading and panic.

She hurriedly said: "What if someone sees us?! Can we just agree to meet at night instead?"

She bit her luscious red lips and deliberately leaned forward, letting her ripe, womanly fragrance drift toward him. With a flirtatious, lingering gaze, she said: "Come to my backyard at the Hour of the Rat tonight. Jia Da won't be there; I'll prepare food and wine for you..."

"Alright, then tonight at the Hour of the Rat."

Qin Feng did not linger; he released her readily, as if his impatience just moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

With his hands behind his back, he looked down at the slightly panting Yu Jingxiang. A meaningful, faint smile curled the corners of his lips: "My lady, don't let me down."

"I—I certainly won't let you down, Young Master..."

Yu Jingxiang felt a heavy burden lifted and let out a long sigh of relief. Like a startled rabbit, she fled and disappeared at the end of the alley.

Watching her curvaceous, alluring figure disappear completely into the crowd, the smile on Qin Feng's face vanished in an instant.

Not dwelling on it too much, he brushed off his sleeves, turned around, and walked straight toward the trading district.

Half an hour later,

Qin Feng walked out of a blacksmith shop that specialized in weapons and hidden projectiles.

In his arms, he now carried exactly nine specially crafted flying knives made from refined steel mixed with a trace of black iron.

Each flying knife was as thin as a cicada's wing, with blades glinting with a chilling, heart-stopping cold light. These nine flying knives alone had cost him a full three hundred servant coins!

But Qin Feng didn't even blink; he wasn't short on money now.

The key was that for someone like him, who had already trained "Inch Radiance" to Major Achievement, ordinary wooden flying knives simply couldn't withstand the eruption of his sixth-stage Qi and blood. Only top-tier materials could truly unleash their terrifying, throat-slitting power!

...

The sun set in the west, the remaining rays blood-red.

Qin Feng carried the flying knives back to Ding-zi District Courtyard No. 77.

As soon as he entered the gate, Su Yourong came up to greet him like an extremely humble maidservant.

"Master, you've returned. This servant has already boiled hot water for you and will now serve you as you bathe and change."

Su Yourong was wearing a simple, elegant coarse cloth dress today, but the fabric, slightly soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, exuding a unique allure.

There was not a hint of resistance in her eyes, only deep obsequiousness and submission.

"Hmm."

Qin Feng nodded indifferently and walked straight toward the bathtub in the side room.

...

By the time the sky had turned completely dark, Qin Feng had changed into a brand-new black night-traveling outfit. He hid the nine flying knives close to his body and left the courtyard silently, without alerting anyone.

Less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick after he had left.

Su Aili, who had been hiding in the room the whole time, seemed unable to suppress the humiliation and anger in her heart any longer. She slammed the door open and rushed into the courtyard like a crazed lioness.

"Just how cheap are you going to be?!"

Su Aili's eyes were bloodshot. Gritting her teeth, she pointed at Su Yourong, who was cleaning up the leftover water. Her voice became sharp and grating due to extreme anger, saying: "Mother, you heated bathwater for him? You even went in to serve him while he bathed?! Have you really started treating yourself like a slave?! We used to be a family of some standing in the Intermediate Laborer District, how can you be so shameless!"

Facing her daughter's cutting, knife-like accusations, Su Yourong's hands froze slightly.

She stood up slowly, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, which was still covered in water droplets. A deep sense of exhaustion showed on her previously smooth cheeks.

"Girl, you... you have backbone, you can continue like this..."

Su Yourong smiled helplessly, a smile that was uglier than crying. She said softly: "But I don't have any backbone. I am just a cheap person; I only know how to please him so I can get a few more servant coins. So that we don't have to go mine in this Servant District..."

"Don't put on that aggrieved look, who forced you?!"

Su Aili was trembling with rage, screaming hysterically: "You were just born with a weak spine, you've just taken a liking to that pretty boy! From today on, I no longer have a mother like you! Your affairs, I find them filthy!"

This word "filthy" struck Su Yourong's heart like a heavy hammer.

She stared fixedly at the daughter she had protected with her own innocence and dignity. The last glimmer of light in her eyes extinguished completely, turning into a dead, gray silence.

"Hmm, we aren't related by blood anyway, as long as you are happy." Su Yourong nodded calmly, picked up the wooden basin, and walked toward the backyard without looking back.

Not far away, at the doorway of the main room.

Bai Yuhe and Wu Mengmeng leaned against the doorframe, taking in the whole scene.

The other women all knew what was going on, but none of them spoke up.

Free-loading in front of Qin Feng? And still wanting to keep up the high-and-mighty Young Miss attitude? How is that possible!

The only reason Su Aili could live comfortably in the courtyard without doing manual labor and eat spiritual rice every meal was simply because Su Yourong was paying a heavy price in the shadows...

There is no such thing as peaceful times; it is just that someone is bearing the burden for you.

"What a fool. One day, when Sister Su can no longer protect her, she won't even know how she died." Wu Mengmeng sneered and turned to close the door.

...

Night fell, the Hour of the Rat.

The Servant District was shrouded in dead, silent darkness.

Qin Feng was like a ghost, vaulting over the high wall of Yu Jingxiang's house and landing silently in the backyard.

A dim, yellow oil lamp was lit in the main room.

"Knock, knock, knock." Qin Feng reached out and knocked on the door.

"Young Master Qin, is that you? The door is unlocked, come in..." From inside the room came Yu Jingxiang's coquettish voice, slightly trembling but desperately trying to hide it.

Pushing the door open and entering,

The layout of the room exuded a deliberate ambiguity.

Yu Jingxiang was wearing only a bright red gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing, which was partially visible under the lamplight.

On the square table, there were two plates of exquisite side dishes for drinking, as well as a pot of Huadiao wine emitting a rich aroma.

"Young Master Qin, you are truly a man of your word..."

Yu Jingxiang forced a seductive smile, swayed her snake-like waist as she came up to greet him, and naturally took Qin Feng's arm, pulling him to the table to sit down.

"The spring night is short, Young Master. Let me toast you first."

While greeting him, Yu Jingxiang picked up the wine pot and gently poured two cups of wine.

She picked up one of the cups and held it to Qin Feng's lips, her beautiful eyes darting around with all sorts of flirtatious hints. She said: "As long as you drink this nuptial cup, we can talk all night long tonight..."

Qin Feng did not refuse; he naturally reached out his hand and took the cup of crystal-clear Huadiao wine.

As the wine cup turned gently between his fingertips, Qin Feng's deep black eyes stared at the faint, sickly green fluorescence on the surface of the wine. The smile on his lips gradually widened, finally turning into a cold, bone-chilling mockery.

"My lady, this wine of yours has quite a kick." Qin Feng said indifferently.

"Young Master, you jest. This is twenty-year-old vintage, so naturally, it is a bit strong..."

Yu Jingxiang's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on her face could barely hold on.

However, before she could finish speaking.

Qin Feng's gaze turned cold abruptly. Without any warning, his wrist flipped violently!

"Slap!!!"

A full cup of poisoned wine, along with the cold liquid, struck Yu Jingxiang's meticulously made-up, stunning face like a resounding slap!

The pungent wine instantly covered her face, flowing down her snow-white neck and into her cleavage.

"You bitch, poisoning the wine?"

Qin Feng sat motionless in his chair, his eyes looking at her as if she were a cold corpse. His voice was as cold and sharp as a blade, saying: "Using this inferior 'Qi-Dispersing Powder' to deal with me—do you take me for a three-year-old?!"

"Ahhh—!"

Yu Jingxiang let out a scream, terrified by the sudden turn of events. She stumbled, retreated repeatedly, and fell directly into the corner, her whole body trembling uncontrollably!

And in that very instant—

"Do it!!!"

A bestial, violent roar suddenly exploded from the inner room!