Madam Zhang looked at the chest of jewelry with a pained expression.
These were all treasures she had 'laboriously' collected over the years. To avoid making a big fuss and to quell the situation, she had no choice but to hand them over.
Feng Ninghe crossed her arms, her cool gaze fixed on the two of them. "Back then, the Emperor of Li gifted a four-pill elixir, which was worth more than your entire chest of jewelry, let alone anything else."
That elixir had long since entered Feng Guangyao's stomach.
The elixir had brought Feng Guangyao's cultivation to the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage, and his cultivation had stalled ever since.
"Ninghe, we are all Feng family members. Be merciful where you can, and let's not create internal strife for others to mock."
Feng Guangyao forced a smile, desperately trying to appease her. "As long as you give me a little more time, I will surely make up for what is missing. Tongtong is about to marry the First Prince, and the First Prince is very generous. You will not be shortchanged then."
Feng Ninghe acted as if she had heard a joke, her delicate eyebrows arching. Her icy eyes locked onto the two before her. "Today is the final deadline. If you cannot make up for the deficit, I will not hesitate to escort you out of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion!"
The First Prince was already penniless.
At most, he was now just scraping by, barely enough to get by. How could he possibly produce any extra silver? He was just making empty promises.
"Feng Ninghe, you are too arrogant!"
Feng Tongtong could not stand it any longer. She quickly walked over, her angry eyes fixed on Feng Ninghe. "Mother and Father raised you all these years. If you don't know how to repay their kindness, you even want to turn against them!"
Feng Ninghe looked at the few people before her with disdain, her voice slowly falling. "I almost forgot about you. If you cannot make up for the deficit today, I will throw you out of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion. Oh, by the way, where is Feng Qingcheng?"
At this moment, Feng Qingcheng was busy complaining to the Prince of Zhenyang and was not in the mansion.
Feng Tongtong snorted. "Second Sister isn't here. What, you want to throw Second Sister out too? She is a heavenly prodigy, and the entire Feng family relies on her. Aren't you afraid of causing public outrage?"
Feng Qingcheng was their greatest pillar of support.
Feng Qingcheng, with her profound cultivation at a young age, was their spiritual pillar, and more importantly, she was backed by the Xianren Sect.
"Guards, escort them out."
Feng Ninghe glanced at the bewildered servants standing by and gave a sharp command.
The servants exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.
These servants dared not offend Feng Guangyao, nor did they dare to offend Feng Ninghe. They could only stand still.
Feng Ninghe spoke again. "You go and escort them out. They cannot resist. Our Feng family does not keep useless people, let alone those who steal."
The servants hesitated for a moment, then cautiously took steps towards the group.
Feng Guangyao snorted and dismissively glanced at the servants. "Even you dare to escort me? If I move my finger, I guarantee you won't see tomorrow's sun."
Although his cultivation had not reached the Nascent Soul stage, he was not someone these servants could drive away.
The next moment, Feng Guangyao could no longer laugh.
He felt a powerful spiritual energy surge towards him, rendering his entire body immobile.
"Feng Ninghe! What trick did you use?"
Feng Guangyao stared at the woman before him in disbelief.
Feng Ninghe's spiritual energy was so powerful, surpassing his own!
Could it be that this little slut's cultivation had also reached the Nascent Soul stage?
Feng Tongtong lunged forward, attacking her. "Feng Ninghe! Release Father quickly!"
Seeing the woman rushing towards her, Feng Ninghe sneered. With a slight raise of her hand, she pinned Feng Tongtong to the ground.
Feng Tongtong's eyes turned fierce. As she fell, a tiny, slender needle was fiercely thrust towards Feng Ninghe.
The needle was small and difficult to detect, but as soon as it pierced the body, a hundred toxins would instantly corrode it, causing death within a short period.
Before the silver needle could touch Feng Ninghe, she discovered it.
With a flick of her sleeve, the needle abruptly changed direction and was fiercely thrust towards Feng Tongtong!
"Ah!"
Feng Tongtong cried out in pain.
The needle embedded itself in her arm.
Feng Tongtong quickly took out an antidote pill and swallowed it.
The poison was potent. Even with the antidote, it would cost her half her life.
Moreover, Feng Tongtong's cultivation had been crippled, and she had no spiritual energy to protect herself.
Immediately, Feng Tongtong's face turned pale, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Tongtong!"
Madam Zhang became anxious and rushed forward, supporting her. "Tongtong, are you alright!"
Feng Ninghe lost her patience and quickly ordered the servants to escort everyone away. "The Zhenguo Duke's Mansion is mine. Now, the Feng family's authority is also in my hands. They are coveting the relief funds and refuse to return them, so there is no need for our Feng family to keep such people."
"Feng Ninghe, what are you doing!"
Di Wenbin arrived in a hurry, his face filled with anger. "They are Qingcheng sister's relatives, and they are also somewhat related to you. Yet you are attacking your own kin and driving them away?"
Feng Ninghe's eyes turned colder, and she sneered. "Why don't you return all the property to me on their behalf? If you can't, you should just shut up."
Di Wenbin's eyes widened in anger, and he glared at her fiercely. "How can your heart be so cruel! They are not refusing to return it to you, they just cannot produce so much at the moment. If you give them some time, they will naturally return it to you!"
Wang Junzhao specifically warned. "If Qingcheng sister returns and finds out her own relatives have been driven away, she will definitely not let you off!"
"Will not let me off?"
"Instead of worrying about others, you should worry about yourselves."
Feng Ninghe waved her hand. The two of them also became immobile, as if an invisible spiritual force was binding them.
Di Wenbin became anxious, his face contorted as he glared at her fiercely. "Feng Ninghe, what are you doing now?"
Feng Ninghe glanced at the servants and softly instructed. "Escort these two disciples of the Xianren Sect out of the mansion as well. They are the Second Miss's distinguished guests, not mine."
Feng Ninghe was in charge of the Feng family, and now, with the King of Hell as her patron, the servants dared not delay and quickly escorted the group away.
There was a distance from the courtyard to the main gate. The servants pushed Feng Guangyao and the others forward.
Feng Ninghe followed behind them.
Regardless of Feng Guangyao's curses, her expression did not change in the slightest.
The younger generation of the Feng family stared with wide eyes, disbelieving everything before them.
Feng Ninghe was so audacious, expelling Feng Guangyao and the Xianren Sect disciples from the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion!
The elders of the Feng family were also drawn by the commotion.
"What is the Eldest Miss doing!"
The Second Elder could not hide the urgency in his eyes and rushed forward. "At the palace banquet, the Eldest Miss already thoroughly offended the only son of the Xianren Sect Master. What is she doing now?"
As the Second Elder took a step, he was stopped by the First Elder. "Wait! I say, let Ning girl do as she pleases."