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

Yu Chan'er had woken up at some point and was quietly getting dressed. She sat on the edge of the bed with her head down, not daring to look at him.

Having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, she was truly overwhelmed by Lin Fengmian's imposing presence.

Last night, she alternated between drowsiness and wakefulness for the latter half of the night. The feeling of being completely filled and guided to rise little by little made her feel both ashamed and addicted.

At that moment, she didn't even dare to meet Lin Fengmian's gaze, but hurriedly stood up and gave a curtsy.

She quickly retreated from the room like a startled fawn, her steps unsteady and unsteady.

There were faint red marks on her ankles peeking out from under her skirt.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air as she left; it was the unique sweetness of a young girl mixed with the ambiguous scent of last night's passionate encounter.

Lin Fengmian watched the departing figure and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Last night, he did not deliberately suppress the rhythm of his body's processes, but guided them entirely according to the rhythm within his body.

His body was filled with abundant and powerful spiritual energy, and the speed at which it circulated was several times faster than that of ordinary cultivators.

Yu Chan'er, a young girl who was new to such matters, was indeed finding it difficult to cope.

He stretched and got up from the bed, a satisfying cracking sound coming from his bones.

However, he then remembered something.

The Zhenyuan General Zhou Ye, whom I casually killed yesterday.

Strange, why is everything so calm, with no follow-up developments?

Given that General Zhenyuan held a high position in Fengming Kingdom, it was impossible for his death to go unnoticed.

But last night he waited for a long time, but neither the Imperial Guards came to arrest him, nor any officials from the Imperial Household Department came to question him, nor even a messenger.

Lin Fengmian frowned slightly, then immediately understood.

"It must be that woman, Su Miaoxue, who has already quietly cleaned up her mess."

He stroked his chin and sighed inwardly.

Aside from being a bit cold-hearted, Her Majesty the Empress was practically flawless.

Outstanding appearance, profound cultivation, and a broad perspective.

They are also efficient and decisive in handling matters.

She arranged for everyone to study the cultivation technique together, which saved a lot of internal strife and trouble, and it was indeed a good thing that benefited both herself and others.

This is a good opportunity for me to improve my skills and solidify my foundation.

Lin Fengmian stretched and pushed open the door to go out.

The morning light was just right; the flowers and trees in the palace courtyard were lush, and the birds sang sweetly.

Occasionally, a few palace maids would pass by carrying trays. Upon seeing him from afar, they would obediently bow their heads and walk briskly.

A faint floral fragrance wafted in the air, and everything was so peaceful and serene, as if the bloody massacre of yesterday had never happened.

This life is so fulfilling; one can cultivate oneself and enjoy life without neglecting either. It's even more carefree than being a god.

Lin Fengmian strolled with his hands behind his back, quite satisfied.

However, in stark contrast to the tranquility of his harem, a raging inferno was raging within the Zhenyuan General's mansion, almost tearing the roof off.

In the main hall of the Zhenyuan General's Mansion, white banners hung high, and the atmosphere was so heavy that it almost froze the air.

A body covered with a white sheet lay silently in the center of the main hall.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the fine jade teacup was crushed to pieces in the hands of an old man.

The scalding tea and shards of jade splashed all over his hand, but he was completely unaware, as if the pain didn't exist at all.

The old man was dressed in a purple marquis's robe with a python pattern. He was tall and robust, and although his beard and hair were all white, his face did not show much signs of aging.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, every muscle trembled slightly from extreme rage, and his body emanated a terrifying pressure that sent chills down one's spine.

The oppressive aura was so strong that the servants kneeling below could barely breathe.

He was none other than Zhou Shan, the grandfather of General Zhou Ye, the Marquis of Zhenyuan, who had been in seclusion for thirty years!

A cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, a veteran powerhouse with one foot already in the Nascent Soul stage!

"Who is it?!"

Zhou Shan suddenly looked up and roared, making the roof beams hum and the candlelight flicker violently!

"Who on earth is so cruel as to dare murder my Zhou family's only grandson?!"

Kneeling below were the trusted followers who had accompanied Zhou Ye into the palace yesterday. At this moment, they were all ashen-faced and trembling like leaves.

One of the bolder ones spoke up in a trembling voice, "Reporting to Your Excellency... yesterday, the general... indeed acted impulsively... and broke into the inner palace, intending to find that Fairy Liu..."

"Who are you looking for?!" Zhou Shan turned his head sharply, his gaze like two sharp blades piercing the attendant's face.

"Yes, he is Her Majesty the Empress's newly appointed husband... Lin Fengmian..." The attendant's throat was so dry he could barely speak.

"The general... he had a conflict with that young master Lin, their words were heated, and they even challenged each other to a life-or-death duel... But... but Lin Fengmian, he..."

The attendant's voice trembled as he recalled the punch he received yesterday:

"He doesn't play by the rules at all... He just attacked right there and then... The general... He couldn't even block one of his moves, and then..."

"Lin! Fengmian!"

Zhou Shan gritted his teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with deep-seated hatred and murderous intent!

"A pretty boy who appeared out of nowhere, a scoundrel who rose to power by relying on women... How dare he kill the only bloodline of my Zhou family?!"

He slammed his hand down on the jade table beside him!

"boom!!"

With a loud crash, the hard jade table instantly turned into dust! The dust flew everywhere, splattering everyone around, but no one dared to move an inch.

"My Zhou family has guarded the borders of Fengming Kingdom for generations, resisting savage beasts. How much blood have we shed, how many lives have we lost?!"

Zhou Shan's voice trembled, shifting from anger to grief and indignation, and then from grief and indignation to an even deeper rage.

"I secluded myself for thirty years, detached from worldly affairs, seeking only a breakthrough to further strengthen the protective power of my Phoenix Cry! But what was the result?!"

Tears streamed down his face, the turbid tears running down his deeply lined cheeks, but they were instantly dried by his anger, leaving only a few dry tear tracks.

"And the first thing I did after emerging from seclusion was to collect the body of my only grandson?! Killed by some callow brat who rose to power through nepotism?!"

"Your Excellency, please calm down!" An aide stepped forward with a forced smile. "Lin Fengmian is, after all, the Empress's personally chosen husband. This matter is probably..."

"So what if she's an empress?!" Zhou Shan turned abruptly, his gaze like a knife slashing at the advisor's face, his tone as cold as the winds of the deepest hell.

"Even if my grandson has committed a crime by trespassing into the inner palace, he is not punishable by death according to the law! How dare that Lin Fengmian, so arrogant, harbor murderous intent in the forbidden area of ​​the inner palace!"

They disregard palace rules and national laws! If the Empress continues to show favoritism, how can she win over the people?!

He took a deep breath, and the overwhelming pressure of his perfected Golden Core stage erupted from his body, causing the entire main hall to tremble slightly under his fury. The roof tiles creaked and rattled, as if they might be blown away at any moment by this aura.

"I have been in seclusion for thirty years. Although I have not yet taken that final step, I have reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage."

Zhou Shan slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his spiritual energy gathering like magma before a volcanic eruption, ready to burst forth.