After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

She then turned to Lin Fengmian, her face apologetic, and introduced him softly: "Young Master Lin, this is the youngest son of the current Imperial Preceptor, Senior Brother Lingyun."

Seeing that Yu Chan was distant and polite to him, but close and gentle to Lin Fengmian, Ling Yun felt an inexplicable anger rising in his heart, almost bursting from his eyes.

He snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, his voice laced with undisguised sarcasm: "Just a piece of trash who stumbled upon good fortune and climbed the empress's high branch, does he really think he's someone important?"

Lin Fengmian remained calm, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

He'd seen this kind of thing far too many times.

Being a player makes you a natural target for other men. It's fate, there's no escaping it.

He didn't take Ling Yun seriously at all. It was Ling Yun's furious yet cowardly demeanor that was rather comical.

"Ling Yun! How dare you speak to me like that!"

Yu Chan's pretty face darkened, and she immediately rebuked, "You should apologize to the young master right now!"

In recent days, although Lin Fengmian often discussed cultivation with her, he always kept to himself and never made any frivolous or inappropriate remarks.

He was meticulous and attentive when giving instructions, his tone was gentle yet measured, and his occasional physical contact was only to correct movements, clean and efficient, without any unnecessary lingering.

Ling Yun is far too petty.

Lin Fengmian glanced at Yu Chan beside him, who was in the bud of youth and truly possessed the beauty of a queen. He raised the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly, but said nothing.

Ling Yun's face turned ashen when Yu Chan glared at him, his chest heaving violently. He gritted his teeth and finally managed to squeeze out, "...I misspoke earlier, please forgive me."

He said "Don't blame me" through gritted teeth, as if he had swallowed a whole piece of bitter melon.

Lin Fengmian chuckled, as if he hadn't heard at all, and simply stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the petals falling in the distance.

As Yu Chan followed his instructions and went to the side to meditate and cultivate, Ling Yun immediately approached with a gloomy face.

He stared at Lin Fengmian, his eyes like poisoned knives, and lowered his voice to say:

"Lin Fengmian, don't think I don't know. The Empress merely gave you a title; do you really think you're someone important?"

He took a step closer, his tone becoming increasingly sinister:

"I'm warning you, stay away from Junior Sister Chan'er. From today onwards, if you dare to appear in front of her again—"

He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with threat:

"If I just get my father to report you to the Empress, you might not even be able to keep your title as her husband."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fengmian finally dropped his lazy demeanor.

Even though he's a playboy, he can't just stand it when someone points a finger at him and threatens him to his face.

He slowly lifted his eyelids, looking at Ling Yun's face, slightly distorted with anger, a half-smile playing on his lips. His voice wasn't loud, but each word was clear:

"Ling Yun, right? Then let me give you some advice too."

He paused, as if deliberately, before casually tossing out a sentence:

"Yu Chan, I will never like you."

Ling Yun's face stiffened, and just as he was about to lash out, Lin Fengmian added another sentence, his tone as casual as if it were a casual conversation:

Do you know what she really wants in her heart?

"You're asking for it!!!"

Ling Yun instantly flew into a rage, his spiritual energy surging around him, his robes fluttering even without wind.

He raised his hand, ready to deliver a punch!

The fist was fierce, carrying the power of a full-force strike, even the air itself made a sharp whistling sound—but at the last moment, he managed to hold back.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turned white, and his veins bulged.

Just then, Yu Chan gracefully approached, gave Lin Fengmian a gentle bow, and spoke in a voice as soft as water:

"Thank you for your guidance, young master. I have gained some insight and will now return to my seclusion."

She glanced at Ling Yun's ferocious expression, said nothing, and turned to leave. Her skirt fluttered gently, her hair brushed against her shoulders in the wind, and she disappeared outside the courtyard gate without looking back.

Once she left, Ling Yun's pent-up anger had no outlet, and he took it all out on Lin Fengmian!

As the son of the Imperial Preceptor, he has had abundant cultivation resources since childhood, and now he has reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining. Even in a secluded immortal sect, he can be called a peerless genius.

Unable to hold back any longer, he made a reckless move!

"Kneel down!"

The fist whistled, carrying sharp spiritual power, like an invisible hammer, aimed straight at his face!

Lin Fengmian's eyes turned cold.

He neither dodged nor retreated.

He raised his hand and delivered a simple straight punch to meet the attack—

A single, overwhelming force!

boom--!

Their fists collided, creating a shockwave!

A visible shockwave emanated from the point where their fists collided, causing fallen flowers on the ground to scatter and swirl in the air.

Ling Yun felt an overwhelming force strike him, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him. His entire arm went numb instantly, and his joints made a soft "crackling" sound.

He was sent flying backward uncontrollably, his back slamming hard against a pillar with a dull thud, causing the pillar to tremble slightly.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He unleashed a full-force attack, only to be sent flying by Lin Fengmian's casual punch!

Ling Yun staggered to his feet, clutching his arm, his face pale and ashen, his gaze towards Lin Fengmian filled with shock and disbelief.

His punch, if not capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, would at least be too much for an ordinary cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi Refining to withstand—yet the other party didn't even move a step!

Lin Fengmian withdrew his fist, shook it lightly, and looked as calm as if he had just swatted a mosquito.

His physical strength is now far beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators. This punch only used 30% of his strength.

The commotion immediately alerted the nearby palace guards. A clanging of armor and hurried, rapid footsteps filled the air as more than ten fully armed guards quickly surrounded the courtyard, completely blocking it.

Ling Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face flushed, and pointed at Lin Fengmian, screaming, "You madman! How dare you hurt me! Men! Seize him!"

The guards looked at each other, none of them daring to make a move.

On one side is Lin Fengmian, the Empress's publicly acknowledged husband; on the other is Ling Yun, the Imperial Advisor's most beloved youngest son… The conflict between these two…

How could ordinary guards like them get involved?

The atmosphere became tense. Some people gripped the hilt of their knives but hesitated to draw them; others looked down at the ground, pretending not to hear anything.

Just then, a quick-witted head guard quietly turned around and ran quickly towards the direction of the Empress's bedroom to report.

He knew that this matter was beyond his control and that he had to ask the Empress for a decision.

Ling Yun stood there, his chest heaving violently, panting heavily, his face ashen with a flush of humiliation.