86: Chapter 86 Madam, I want you to be happy...

Late at night, at the Ninth Squad compound.

Everything was deathly silent, and a cold wind howled as it blew through the gaps in the dilapidated window lattice.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the bed in the main room, having just finished circulating the surging True Qi within his body.

"Swish—" A faint sound of clothing rubbing, accompanied by a familiar scent of powder mixed with the fragrance of lilies, suddenly sounded outside the window.

Qin Feng did not even open his eyes; instead, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he picked up a cup of cold tea that had been poured on the table, taking a gentle sip.

"Since you've arrived, don't stand outside blowing in the cold wind. The walls of my Ninth Squad compound can't stop your arrival, My Lady."

"Creak—" The window was gently pushed open from the outside, and a curvaceous, full figure wrapped in night-traveling clothes nimbly flipped inside, landing steadily in the center of the room.

The person who arrived was Yang Liu.

She removed her mask, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that was full of charm, yet carried a hint of gravity.

"Your vigilance is becoming increasingly unfathomable to me."

Yang Liu did not stand on ceremony; she walked straight to the table and sat down, her gaze fixed intently on that face which appeared even more profound and stern under the lamplight.

"Qin Feng, you've caused a huge disaster. Captain Zhang Yan was killed by you, right?"

"And if it was?" Qin Feng put down his teacup, his tone as flat as if he were discussing crushing an ant.

"You are too bold. That bitch Captain Zhang Yan was Steward Wang Taian's most beloved mistress!"

Yang Liu lowered her voice, her tone filled with a hint of urgency.

"Steward Wang Taian already knows the truth. He was so angry just now that he smashed up his study, and he has already ordered Captain Nan Rufeng to use every dirty, underhanded method possible to assassinate you!"

"That man, Captain Nan Rufeng, is like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness—impossible to guard against!"

Yang Liu took a deep breath and stared into Qin Feng's eyes.

"For the time being, you must stay obediently in your courtyard in the Servant District. Do not take even half a step into the Luanzang Mountain Range, so as not to give the other side a chance to shoot a cold arrow at you. Do you hear me?!"

Looking at the woman before him who seemed aloof and superior, yet had snuck out under the cover of night to tip him off, Qin Feng felt no fear at all; instead, a playful smile appeared on his face.

He stood up slowly and walked step by step in front of Yang Liu. His tall frame directly blocked the flickering candlelight, casting his shadow over her.

"My Lady."

Qin Feng looked down at her from a height, his eyes filled with an aggressive sense of inquiry.

"I am very curious. In name, you are Steward Wang Taian's woman, half the master of this Management Hall."

"But why do you oppose him at every turn? Even going so far as to run over in the middle of the night to warn an outsider like me?"

Being stared at by those black eyes of Qin Feng, which seemed capable of piercing through to the heart, Yang Liu felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

But she quickly calmed down, lifted her snow-white chin, and the corners of her mouth curled into a seductive yet deeply desolate sneer.

"Because of power!"

Yang Liu's voice suddenly rose a few notches, and a suppressed madness and unwillingness erupted in her beautiful eyes.

"He possesses the cultivation of Qi Refining Stage 3, and so do I! My talent, my methods—in what way am I inferior to him?!"

"But just because he is the steward appointed from above, he can have the final say in District 666 and control the power of life and death over everyone! And what about me?"

Yang Liu stood up abruptly and pressed close to Qin Feng, her full chest heaving violently.

"I can only act like a canary, obeying his every word, acting according to his mood, and I even have to play along with that disgusting fat pig!"

She suddenly stretched out a slender finger and tapped lightly on Qin Feng's solid chest, her voice becoming soft yet like a poisonous snake flicking its tongue.

"Feng... do you understand that feeling of being pressed down by someone you hate, to the point where even breathing feels disgusting?"

"I want to kill him every moment of every day, to slice him into a thousand pieces!"

Hearing this outpouring of resentment, Qin Feng did not retreat; instead, he naturally reached out and grasped the small hand that Yang Liu had pressed against his chest.

"So, My Lady has also stepped onto the path of immortality. Since that is the case, why don't we just kill him directly?"

"In the future, you will be the steward of District 666, and I... will be under you alone!"

Hearing such a bold, perhaps even insane proposal, Yang Liu's pupils contracted sharply.

She instinctively tried to break free from Qin Feng's broad palm, only to find that his hand was as immovable as an iron clamp.

"You're crazy!"

Yang Liu shook her head immediately, her face turning deathly pale.

"Although my cultivation is the same as his, I am simply no match for him, not by a long shot!"

"He has a Magical Artifact bestowed by the Sect, and the Cultivation Technique he practices is of a higher grade than mine. In a direct head-on fight, I wouldn't even be able to withstand three of his moves!"

"If a head-on fight won't work, then we'll play dirty."

Qin Feng's gaze burned brightly, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened.

"It could be attempted..."

Yang Liu bit her red lips, a flash of hesitation and apprehension passing through her eyes, and she replied softly.

"But it is undoubtedly a nine-deaths-and-one-life situation. Ordinary poison is too easily detected by the True Qi of a Qi Refining Stage 3 cultivator and forced out of the body. Once we fail, the torture awaiting us will be worse than death..."

"I want to try."

Qin Feng said firmly, without the slightest hesitation.

Yang Liu was stunned; she stared blankly at the man before her.

Knowing full well that the opponent was at Qi Refining Stage 3, and knowing that failure meant utter destruction, how could he dare to agree so readily?

"Why?"

Yang Liu couldn't help but ask, her voice even carrying a tremor she hadn't noticed herself.

Qin Feng did not answer; instead, he gave a sudden pull, directly slamming Yang Liu's graceful, soft body into his arms!

"Mmph—"

He lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of Yang Liu's neck, taking a deep breath of that intoxicating lily fragrance from her hair.

"Because I like you."

Qin Feng's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a sense of provocation as it slowly sounded in her ear.

"You don't understand the pain of watching the woman you love having to cater to another man every day..."

"You want to kill him every moment of every day. What a coincidence... I, too, want to kill him every moment of every day!"

Struck to the core by such direct, rough words of love from Qin Feng, Yang Liu's delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

She had struggled and crawled through this Management Hall for so many years, witnessing countless schemes and deceits, and this was the first time she had encountered a man who dared to express his ambition and desire so righteously.

She lifted her head slightly, looking at that cold, chiseled face close at hand, and smiled enchantingly, radiating charm.

"Smooth talker... are you trying to amuse me?"

Without answering immediately, Qin Feng simply tightened his grip on her slender waist, which could be spanned by a hand, and pressed her toward the edge of the bed.

In the dim candlelight, he gazed at the rippling light in the woman's eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, and said, "My Lady... I want to truly make you happy... from here on out... I'll leave it to you..."