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"Young Master, Young Master..."

It was the sweltering heat of September. Xu Feng was lying beneath a grapevine, enjoying the cool shade.

Suddenly, a panicked voice drifted over from a distance, drawing closer. He opened his eyes and looked ahead.

A thin, petite figure was rapidly approaching, panting heavily.

"Dong'er, what's wrong?"

The young maidservant's face was flushed red, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

Without even stopping to wipe them away, she hurriedly reported to Xu Feng, "Young Master, this is terrible! The Miss—the Miss was just picked up again by that martial artist, Zuo Jincheng!"

Xu Feng froze, seemingly stunned into silence by the news.

Dong'er looked even more anxious than he did, words pouring out of her like beans from a jar: "Young Master, you must go and stop them! So many people at the gates just saw the Miss get into that lecher's carriage. If you leave now, you can still catch them!"

Hearing this, Xu Feng lay back down on his lounger without expression. He stared up at the dense green leaves overhead, his emotions unreadable.

He spoke calmly, "Dong'er, let me ask you a question. What is your mistress's status?"

The young maid froze, not understanding why her master was asking such a well-known question at a time like this.

Afraid of upsetting Xu Feng, she answered cautiously, "Um... the legitimate daughter of the Linglong Feng family?"

"And?"

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