Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

"Is the young master alright?" Shangguan Fei asked.

"I'm fine, thank you for your help, young lady." Yuan Jingchen quickly steadied himself, lowered his head, and saw that Shangguan Fei was still holding his arm.

This girl's hands were unlike those of ordinary women, which were delicate and frail; instead, they were strong and powerful with clearly defined bones.

"...May I ask you to relax a little, young lady?" he said somewhat shyly.

Shangguan Fei glanced at the strong arm of the man beneath her hand, then deftly withdrew her hand, saying, "I apologize for the offense, young master!"

"No, I was being presumptuous, young lady." His long eyelashes trembled slightly as he bowed and said, "I take my leave!"

Then he strode away.

A hint of gossip flickered in Ying Yufu's eyes.

"Big Cousin, this can be considered a hero saving a damsel in distress," she said with a smile, leaning closer to tease.

Shangguan Fei glanced at her, tapped her forehead with her finger, and said, "How dare you make fun of your older cousin?"

"No, no, it was just something I felt like saying," Ying Yufu quickly begged for forgiveness.

Beside him, the Crown Prince's gaze followed Yuan Jingchen, his eyes blazing with gossip.

"laugh!"

A sneer rang out from not far away. Ying Yufu and the others looked over and saw Yuan Shuohai, the second young master of the Yuan family, staring at Yuan Jingchen with a mocking expression.

He turned and glanced at Ying Yufu and the others, especially Shangguan Fei, his eyes filled with coldness, before turning and striding out of Hongxiu Pavilion.

Shangguan Fei didn't care. In her opinion, it was just a trivial matter and not worth mentioning.

"Second Young Master, she is just a beautiful young lady named Jiaqi. You shouldn't have targeted the Eldest Young Master here. There are many people around, and it's easy for gossip to spread."

As they left the Red Sleeve Pavilion, one of Yuan Shuohai's subordinates stepped forward and whispered a reminder.

Yuan Shuohai snorted coldly: "What's the big deal? It's just the two young masters of the Yuan family fighting over the courtesan. How long have we been in the capital?"

"We'll be returning to Fengzhou after the fifteenth, so there's no need to worry about it."

He paused slightly, watching Shangguan Fei and the others leave, his brows furrowing slightly. "Those people just now seemed to be of unusual status. Do you know who they were?"

Several subordinates shook their heads, "We just arrived in the capital today and came straight to the Red Sleeve Pavilion. We don't recognize those people from earlier."

"Alright, let's go back. Father should have finished his audience with the Emperor and left the palace."

At this moment, in a private room on the third floor of the Red Sleeve Pavilion, the beautiful young lady who had caused the Yuan brothers to fight was sitting face to face with a man, her face as cold as ice, completely different from the elegant and otherworldly woman she was when she danced on the high platform.

"The beauty of Jiaqi's dance is breathtaking. Now, the entire Northern Xuan Imperial City is discussing what Jiaqi's true appearance looks like."

The man chuckled and poured her a cup of tea.

"Cousin, you still have the leisure to joke around? Have you forgotten the blood feud of the Rong family, which has claimed more than a thousand members?" Jiaqi said coldly, without even glancing at the cup of warm tea beside her.

The man was Rong Qing.

He put down the teapot, his gaze drifting into the distance, as if he had returned to that night five years ago when blood flowed like a river and his entire family was wiped out.

"How could I forget? I have never forgotten my youthful days; they are still vivid in my mind, even in my dreams."

Jiaqi's eyes sharpened: "Five years have passed, and the Rong family's great grudge has not yet been avenged. Now that the Grand Preceptor, that sorcerer, is in Beixuan, killing him will be a piece of cake for us."

Rong Qing said, "Killing him is easy, but have you forgotten who our real enemy is?"

Jiaqi frowned: "How difficult is it to kill that dog emperor Xilin? It's been five years, and we still can't get close to that old dog emperor. How can we talk about revenge?"

On the contrary, the wicked imperial advisor who slandered and caused the extermination of my Rong family should be killed first, and then the blame should be shifted to Bei Xuan, Dong Chen, or Nan Man.

Rong Qing said, "If it were before, I probably would have had the same thoughts as you."

"What?" Jiaqi looked at him in confusion.

Rong Qing said, "That dog emperor is probably not long for this world."

"What happened? Has my cousin found a way to take revenge?" Jiaqi asked in surprise.

Rong Qing glanced at her: "What does my cousin think of Princess Anguo?"

Jiaqi was taken aback and said, "Back then, I was covered in wounds and was sold from Xilin to Beixuan. Fortunately, Princess Anguo took me in. If it weren't for her, I would have ended up in an ordinary brothel, living a life worse than death."

Although Hongxiu Pavilion also works as a hostess bar, all the girls there are innocent. Even those who have fallen into depravity have been given their freedom by Princess Anguo.

Princess Anguo was an extremely kind person, and Jiaqi always remembered her kindness.

But what does this have to do with our revenge?

Rong Qing said, "The true identity of that sorcerer national advisor is Ying Huanchong, the former Marquis of Weiyuan of Beixuan. In terms of blood relation, he is also the grandfather of Princess Anguo."

However, as you know, Princess Anguo has severed ties with the Marquis of Weiyuan's family, and the Marquis of Weiyuan's family no longer exists.

Ying Huanchong is nothing but a dead man in Beixuan.

Now that Ying Huanchong has been exposed to Princess Anguo, he probably doesn't have many good days left.

He certainly won't be able to return to Xilin alive this time.

"That sorcerer national advisor is actually of such an identity?" Jiaqi was filled with shock.

Rong Qing continued, "Princess Chiyue has come to Beixuan to arrange a marriage alliance with the Crown Prince. Now, it's rumored that Princess Anguo possesses the ability to grant immortality. That dog of an emperor is obsessed with immortality. What do you think he'll do?"

Jiaqi's eyes widened, a hint of excitement appearing in them.

"If that dog emperor dares to tolerate Princess Anguo, he is courting death."

"That's right, so we don't need to do anything now, just wait."

"We only need to lend Princess Anguo a hand at the crucial moment."

"I understand." A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Jiaqi's cold, frosty eyes, and she murmured, "Princess Anguo is my benefactor."

Back then, Rong Zaixi Lin was also from a prestigious family, and their fathers and uncles all held important positions.

May the family prosper and its descendants flourish.

But because of a single sentence from that sorcerer, the Imperial Preceptor, who said that the Rong family's ancestors had once obtained a divine medicine from the divine physician Yan Xuzi, that medicine could grant immortality.

The Rong family possesses divine medicines such as Zi, yet they refuse to offer them to His Majesty; this is truly disloyal.

So that dog of an emperor listened to the words of that sorcerer, confiscated the Rong family's property, and exterminated the entire Rong family.

How can such a deep-seated blood feud go unpunished?

Jiaqi said, "If the great revenge is achieved, I am willing to serve Princess Anguo with all my heart, even if it means being a slave to her."

Rong Qing said, "Only the two of us are left in the Rong family. Cousin, please remember to take good care of yourself. Your older brother can't always take care of you, and I'm very worried."

Jiaqi glanced at him and said, "Cousin, don't worry. The girls are safest in this Red Sleeve Pavilion."

On the other side, as soon as Yuan Shuohai returned to the Yuan family's temporary residence in the capital, he went straight to Yuan Jingchen's residence.

He kicked the door open, grabbed Yuan Jingchen by the collar without a word, and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

"cousin!"

The woman screamed and lunged forward to protect Yuan Jingchen, who had been kicked to the ground.

The woman, dressed simply, was covered in anger and tears. "Second Cousin Yuan, why did you attack me without saying a word?"