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Sang Luan's face stiffened, as if she had stepped on something.

A terrifying thought flashed through my mind in an instant.

She held her breath, slowly lowered her head, and her gaze indeed fell upon a jade pendant.

As luck would have it, she stepped right on the jade pendant.

She unconsciously touched her nose and silently moved to the side.

The crisp sound rang out again, and the jade pendant, which had been somewhat cracked, suddenly shattered into two pieces.

Sang Luan felt a pang of guilt, cleared her throat, and parted her lips slightly.

The next instant, Feng Hengzhi stepped forward quickly, and his expression grew even colder when his gaze fell upon the shattered jade pendant on the ground.

He suddenly looked at Sang Luan, gritting his teeth, "Sang Luan!"

He slowly squatted down, picked up the pieces one by one, placed them in his palm, and pursed his thin lips.

Sang Luan's heart immediately went into alert mode. Feng Hengzhi's appearance was clearly the prelude to an impending storm.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous!

She glanced at Feng Hengzhi without making a sound, and silently took a step back.

By this time, all the guests had left the hall, and the palace maids who had originally intended to come in to clean had all consciously retreated upon seeing the state of the hall.

In the blink of an eye, only Feng Hengzhi and Sang Luan remained in the hall.

Sang Luan glanced at the unusually quiet hall and felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she prepared to create a safe distance between herself and Feng Hengzhi.

However, as soon as she lifted her foot, she saw Feng Hengzhi carefully place the two jade pendants into his bosom.

He then stood up, raised his eyes, and stared at her with a chilling gaze.

She swallowed silently, then turned and ran without hesitation.

Feng Hengzhi strode forward, his face cold, and suddenly grabbed Sang Luan's slender neck.

His eyes seemed to be spitting out raging fire.

With just a slight twist of his wrist, he gripped Sang Luan's neck and shoved her backward at incredible speed.

It was uncomfortable; my body felt weightless for a moment, and the suffocating sensation in my neck became increasingly severe.

Sang Luan instinctively reached out and grabbed Feng Hengzhi's hand, trying her best to break free.

However, the difference in strength between her and Feng Hengzhi was too great; she could only pry open one finger of Feng Hengzhi's hand with all her might.

Sanglalu felt a rush of blood to her head, and her cheeks suddenly flushed an unnatural red.

He leaned completely backward.

"boom"

Suddenly, something bumped into her from behind, and Sang Luan felt as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest.

Suddenly, he felt a metallic taste in his throat, and then a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Feng Hengzhi seemed to be in a frenzy, and nothing anyone said could change his mind.

“I can recover.” Sang Luan uttered each word clearly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Hengzhi loosened his grip a little.

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Sang Luan was about to break free from his grasp.

However, in the next instant, Feng Hengzhi was suddenly pushed aside, and the restraints on her neck disappeared instantly, making her feel much more relaxed.

She hunched over and coughed several times before she felt a little better.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Feng Hengzhi staring at the person in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Sang Luan's pupils widened suddenly. Before she could recover from the scene before her, she saw Feng Hengzhi being grabbed by the collar by another person. The person clenched his right fist and slapped it across Feng Hengzhi's face without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, another bruise appeared on Feng Hengzhi's face.

Feng Hengzhi frowned, touched the spot where he had been hit, and hissed, "You'd better know what you're doing!"

Sang Luan glanced at the person who had made the move. He looked to be about sixteen years old, and the childishness on his face had not yet completely faded.

At this moment, the boy's slightly immature face was filled with anger.

The boy glared angrily at Feng Hengzhi, his hands clasped together and swaying from side to side.

Immediately, the boy snorted coldly, "I know it perfectly well!"

As the two were locked in a standoff, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hall, silently observing everything that was happening inside.

When his gaze fell upon the radiant woman inside the hall, his eyes instantly became complicated.

His expression softened considerably, but the next moment, as if he had thought of something, his gaze instantly sharpened.

Immediately, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Inside the palace.

The boy rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to move forward again.

Sang Luan was dumbfounded, never expecting that someone would dare to rush up and punch Feng Heng.

She turned slightly to the side, trying to get a better look.

"How long are you planning to keep watching?" Feng Hengzhi suddenly turned around, looked at her coldly, and spoke abruptly.

Sang Luan was very disappointed; she had wanted to keep watching.

Whether it's the Feng Hengzhi in the book or the person she's been in contact with lately, he's not someone to be trifled with. It's truly unprecedented for someone to be able to beat him up.

Sang Luan still had a wound on her lip; Feng Hengzhi's attack had been too sudden, and her neck was still bright red.

My throat is both sore and itchy.

"You said yourself that you can recover," Feng Hengzhi coughed lightly. "I'll give you three days."

He reached out and gently touched the corner of his mouth, his gaze darkening slightly, before handing the jade pendant, now broken in two, to Sang Luan.

Sang Luan carefully took it and put it in her bosom.

Feng Hengzhi glanced at Sang Luan, then at the boy beside her, "No wonder they're a family, both so unreasonable."

After saying that, he left the place.

"Stop right there!" The boy made a move to chase after him. "Explain yourself!"

Sang Luan felt a headache coming on and quickly grabbed him. "He's the Grand Secretary. If you really do something to harm him, you and I will both be in deep trouble."

She spoke patiently, then suddenly paused.

What did Feng Hengzhi just say?

family?

She snapped out of her daze, looked at the indignant boy, and was about to speak when she heard a voice full of grievance, "Then I can't just stand by and watch him bully you!"

He curled his lip, "Besides, I didn't beat up any prime minister, just an incompetent brother-in-law."

Sang Luan was stunned. Did the original owner have a younger brother?

She racked her brains and finally remembered that it had indeed been mentioned once during the palace banquet scene.

Sang Zhao, the second young master of the Sang family, is also Sang Luan's younger brother.

In the original book, the original owner of the body kept jumping around on Feng Hengzhi's bottom line in order to get Feng Hengzhi to look at her even once.

On several occasions, Sang Zhao witnessed Feng Hengzhi's outbursts and even physically assaulted him on the spot.

Ultimately, when Feng Hengzhi dealt with the Sang family, he ended up being crippled and forced to beg on the streets.

Sang Zhao opened and closed his mouth, then lowered his head and took out several money pouches from his sleeve, handing them to Sang Luan, "Come home and visit when you have time, your parents miss you very much."

He paused, then added, "I miss you too."

Sang Luan wanted to say something more, but when she looked up, she only saw the other person's hurried departure.

She hurriedly ran out of the palace gate, and when she saw the scene before her, she fell silent.