"Guess what I want to do?" Feng Bufan lowered his head, the knife grazing her.
No, to be precise, it grazed her clothes.
The sound of tearing fabric was clear.
After a moment of shock, Hua Rong immediately cried out hoarsely, "Get away… Get! Get… Get away, don't touch me, don't… Get away…"
Eunuch Qing retreated to the side, his expressionless.
This demeanor clearly indicated that such scenes were common, no longer surprising.
Hua Rong's heart turned to ashes as she watched her clothes being torn to shreds by Feng Bufan's knife, utterly powerless.
Stubborn and proud as she was, two tears finally rolled down.
"Villain… I will… kill you, I will definitely… kill you with my own hands… Ah! Let go, let…"
Finally, she gritted her teeth, trying hard to calm herself.
But she couldn't muster the strength, and her bite wasn't firm, soon loosening.
"Mmm…"
Feng Bufan's hand caressed her body.
Hua Rong felt nothing but disgust.
Her stomach churned. If she hadn't been fasting for some time and had nothing in her stomach, she would have vomited on the spot.
"Qing De, look, isn't our Consort Rong as graceful as ever?"
Qing De walked over, took a look, and said with a smile, "Her skin has lost some of its luster compared to over a decade ago."
Hua Rong's hands trembled, her body also shaking.
Anger, humiliation, and despair.
"It's a pity that I've also aged. I can't play those old games anymore."
Feng Bufan sighed softly, looking at the exposed body before him with a hint of helplessness and regret.
"Jing Hua, are you still unwilling to tell me where your son is?"
"He is your son too! Why must you be so ruthless?" Hua Rong's voice was hoarse.
"Is that so?" Feng Bufan acted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Jing Hua, you still want to lie to me now? Why is the truth I hear not as you say?"
Hua Rong's heart fluttered, but for Feng Ye Xuan, she feigned calmness.
She glared at Feng Bufan, trying to ignore the humiliating scene on her body, and said hoarsely, "I wish… I wish he wasn't your son."
"Heh, then you've truly gotten your wish this time." Feng Bufan's smile was cold and imprinted.
Eunuch Qing pursed his lips and said slowly, "Consort Rong, Prince Xuan is not the Emperor's son. The Emperor already knows."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The panic in Hua Rong's eyes flashed and disappeared.
Qing De snorted, "Back then, in Prince Ye's manor, a doctor examined you. Before you became Consort Rong, you were already pregnant."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hua Rong denied vehemently, staring fixedly at Feng Bufan, "You won't even acknowledge your own son. Are you even human?"
Feng Bufan merely sneered.
Eunuch Qing said sinisterly, "The Empress has already found him. Shall I have her bring him in for you to see?"
"No, no…"
"You're still trying to hide it from me?"
Feng Bufan's expression suddenly changed, his face becoming extremely ferocious and terrifying!
"You deceived me so bitterly! For over twenty years, I treated him as my most beloved son! I even intended to pass the empire to him!"
"I never expected this to be your scheme! You made me raise someone else's son for over twenty years, and you nearly let my empire fall into the hands of Prince Ye's son! Consort Rong, you are so heartless, so venomous!"
(End of this chapter)
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