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The Nie residence.

"Boss Feng, what's going on with you?" Zhuo Jing leaned to the side with his arms crossed. "I didn't even know when someone put a Gu on me, and the way this Gu enters the body is very unique. Only close relatives can have this opportunity."

Feng Hengzhi frowned slightly, "Gu?"

Zhuo Jing nodded and pointed to a puddle of sticky liquid on the ground. "Yes, look, this is the Gu worm. But it has been forced out now. And there are usually two Gu worms. Now that yours has been forced out, the other one will leave your body automatically."

Feng Hengzhi looked up, and when his gaze fell on the puddle of liquid on the ground, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

As soon as he made a movement, he felt a sudden pain in his front.

How did I get hurt?

Zhuo Jing spread his hands and shrugged. "Who knows what happened to you? You were already like this when we arrived."

Feng Hengzhi slowly lay back down. "How long was I unconscious? Did you send news of my injury back to the manor? Does Luan'er know?"

Nie Zhiyang suddenly started coughing violently.

Feng Hengzhi shot him a sharp glare. "What are you doing?"

Nie Zhiyang waved his hand, "It's nothing. Why don't you go back and take a look yourself when you're better?"

He lowered his head, crossed his arms, and muttered, "Anyway, it's probably already a complete mess."

Feng Hengzhi glanced at Nie Zhiyang and asked, "What are you muttering about over there?"

Nie Zhiyang quickly looked up and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's nothing, it's nothing. What I mean is, do you really not remember how you got injured?"

Feng Hengzhi frowned, carefully recalling the events in his mind.

He always felt that there was something hidden in the other person's words.

He reached out and tapped his head lightly. "I can't remember. My brain feels like a complete mess."

Nie Zhiyang and Zhuo Jing, who were standing to the side, exchanged a glance at each other simultaneously.

Feng Hengzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you two hiding something from me?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two shook their heads in perfect unison. "No, no, absolutely nothing. What could we possibly be hiding from you, right?"

Feng Hengzhi glanced at the two people not far away with some suspicion.

I had a nagging feeling that something was off.

He braced himself on the bed with both hands, and then slowly sat up.

Feng Hengzhi endured the pain in his body and glanced down at his wound.

It was a sword wound.

The next moment, he got off the bed.

As soon as he stood up, Zhuo Jing hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. "Your wound has just healed. You should rest for at least two more hours before moving around. We'll have someone send you back then. Don't rush things."

As Feng Hengzhi walked forward, he spoke without hesitation, "No, Luan'er is still in the manor. She'll worry if she can't see me."

These words immediately silenced the surrounding area once again.

Even though he couldn't remember what had happened, Feng Hengzhi realized something was wrong.

He went straight to a seat and sat down, speaking in a cold voice, "You two, tell me, what exactly happened?"

Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang looked at each other.

Finally, Zhuo Jing silently stepped forward, his tone tentative, "We heard some time ago that you not only didn't return to the manor because of Tu Ling, but you also turned against that person in the manor with swords and even uttered harsh words."

As Zhuo Jing spoke, he carefully observed Feng Hengzhi's expression.

The more he listened, the more puzzled Feng Hengzhi became.

He was both familiar with and unfamiliar with what the other person was saying.

He stood up instantly. "Quickly, take me back to my residence now."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her otherwise, Zhuo Jing reluctantly agreed, "Since this is your own request, I will grant it."

Before long, Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang accompanied Feng Hengzhi back to the Grand Secretary's residence.

The garden in front of the Grand Secretary's residence.

As soon as Feng Heng stepped inside, he saw the old lady, Feng Shinian, and Liu Wenxian sitting in the main seat.

But that small, thin figure was nowhere to be seen.

Feng Hengzhi felt a sense of loss.

He suddenly spoke up, "Where is Luan'er?"

The old lady stood up, glared at him fiercely, and ultimately said nothing, only letting out a cold snort.

Then, he was helped by his subordinates to the back garden.

Feng Hengzhi stretched his hand forward slightly.

The next moment, Liu Wenxian suddenly stood up again, staring straight at Feng Hengzhi.

She opened her mouth slightly, but in the end she only sighed leisurely, "Well, since you dislike Luan'er so much, this situation is probably for the best."

Her eyes darkened. "As long as you don't regret it when you think about it in the future, that's fine."

Feng Hengzhi's brow furrowed more and more tightly.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, looking completely bewildered.

Zhuo Jing couldn't help but say, "Brother Feng, I know you couldn't let go of Miss Tu Ling before. Now that she's suddenly back, you must have some thoughts on your mind. But don't forget, there's another one in this manor. What you did this time was really too much."

After saying that, Zhuo Jing turned his head to the side.

Feng Hengzhi waved his hand haphazardly and went straight back to Wufeng Pavilion.

Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang followed closely behind Feng Hengzhi.

The two of them slowed down their pace in perfect unison.

Zhuo Jing leaned back and lightly nudged Nie Zhiyang's arm. "What's going on with him? Is he pretending he didn't do it?"

Nie Zhiyang looked at the back of the person in front of him and shook his head. "It shouldn't be. It's probably because of the Gu. We just took out that Gu worm not long ago. He probably hasn't recovered yet. At most, he should be able to remember everything he forgot before in half an hour."

Feng Hengzhi casually beckoned to a maid standing nearby, "Where are my things? Where did those calming incense sticks go?"

The maid shrank back, looking frightened. "Reporting to you, sir, the young mistress took all the calming incense with her. She said..."

The maid suddenly stopped, but dared not say anything more.

Feng Hengzhi straightened his expression and said coldly, "Tell the truth, and you will be pardoned."

The maidservant thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Young Madam said that using this calming incense on you is a waste. It would be better to just throw it away; at least it would make a sound. I was blind before. From now on, if you want to use such good things again, you can get them yourself. If you can't eat or sleep well anymore, no one will care about you. You scumbag who brought this on himself! Bah!"

The maid spoke animatedly, hands on her hips, pointing at Feng Hengzhi.

After she finished speaking, the maid silently took a step back, reverting to her timid demeanor. "That's what the young mistress said back then."

Feng Hengzhi's face turned ashen.

He waved his hand, "Alright, I understand, you can go now."

Half an hour later.

Feng Hengzhi suddenly felt a splitting headache.

In an instant, countless images flashed through my mind.

Finally, the scene stopped at the night before.

The scene stopped at the point where Sang Luan pointed the tip of her sword at him.