Chapter 401: Send a message to Young Master Jun immediately!

Su Xueyan looked at Jiang Feng's solemn face, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, looking anxious.

"Jiang Feng, Grandfather... how is he? Is he... not going to hold on?"

These days she has been guarding by the sickbed, seeing Grandfather's breath grow weaker each day; although she is unwilling in her heart, she has to consider the worst possibility.

Jiang Feng turned his head to look at her, his gaze instantly softening.

"With me here, Grandfather will definitely be fine."

Jiang Feng's voice was not loud, yet inexplicably it gave people confidence.

Su Xueyan gazed at his resolute eyes and nodded firmly.

"I trust you, Jiang Feng; I know you can definitely save Grandfather."

Just like countless times before.

She trusts Jiang Feng more than she trusts herself.

Jiang Feng said no more, turned and walked to the bedside, taking a deep breath.

Then he slowly closed his eyes, and a stream of pure power from within him continuously flowed into Su Lao's body.

In less than half a minute, the originally faint-as-a-silk-thread Su Lao's cheeks flushed with a faint hint of color.

Even that weak breath gradually became steady.

After a few more minutes, Su Lao's tightly furrowed brows completely relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Feng slowly withdrew his hand and let out a breath.

At that moment, he turned around and softly said to Su Xueyan.

"It's fine now; Grandfather's vitality has stabilized, and he is no longer in mortal danger."

Su Xueyan looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes full of gratitude.

"Jiang Feng, thank you; without you, I really wouldn't know what to do."

"Silly, you don't need to be so polite with me."

Jiang Feng patted her shoulder, and his gaze instantly turned sharp.

"Xue Yan, tell me, how did the Su family end up like this?"

"The Yitian Pavilion knows my relationship with the Su family; surely they would lend a hand? And the Duanmu Pavilion Master—didn't you go to her for help?"

"Logically speaking, even though the Jiangnan Prince's status is not low, his relationship with the Yitian Pavilion is evident here."

"In his view, Duanmu Ya is not the kind of petty person who would abandon an ally after crossing the river."

"It shouldn't have come to the Su family being in such a state that they wouldn't even lend a hand."

Upon hearing this, Su Xueyan's face instantly changed, her eyes full of helplessness.

She lightly shook her head, her voice hoarse.

"Jiang Feng, I also don't know what exactly happened. The day you met with disaster, the whole Jiangcheng was spreading the rumor that you were doomed to die."

"You disappeared for just a few days, and all of the Su family's properties were jointly targeted by various departments."

"I actually went to see the Duanmu Pavilion Master right away. I never expected that the Duanmu Pavilion Master had been removed from the position of Yitian Pavilion Master."

Even though the matter is in the past, mentioning it still leaves Su Xueyan with lingering fear.

"The Jiangnan Prince went mad back then, crushing all forces related to you. Among the Provincial Capital Nine Great Families, the Duanmu and Ma families were hit the hardest. If they hadn't finally been unable to hold out, lowering their heads to beg the Jiangnan Prince for mercy and admit fault, those two families would likely have been completely wiped out."

Jiang Feng, hearing these words, felt the temperature around him plummet, and a cold killing intent surged wildly from within him.

Jiangnan Prince!

What vicious methods!

Just then, Su Xueyan seemed to suddenly recall something and lifted her head abruptly.

"Right! Jiang Feng, don't you have a senior sister named Nanxi? She's the boss of the Fengfan Club in Jiangcheng, correct?"

Jiang Feng nodded, secretly feeling that something was off.

"Jiang Feng, hurry and save Senior Sister Nanxi! She's met with disaster!"

"What happened to the senior sister?"

Jiang Feng's heart sank, and he hurriedly pressed for more.

"When the news of your death reached the Fengfan Club, Senior Sister Nanxi went mad on the spot!"

"She ignored all advice, insisting on seeking Jun Wuji for revenge, saying she wanted to get justice for you!"

"But the Jiangnan Prince's Residence is so powerful—how could she possibly stand against it? As a result, the entire Fengfan Club was shut down, and even Senior Sister Nanxi was imprisoned by the Jiangnan Prince's Residence!"

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Feng's face instantly changed dramatically!

In his originally cold eyes, a torrent of rage surged instantly.

He never expected that Senior Sister Nanxi would, for his sake, dare to clash head-on with the Jiangnan Prince's Residence!

After all, it was still him who implicated the senior sister.

Just then, Su Lao on the bed suddenly let out a faint cough.

Jiang Feng and Su Xueyan hurried over, and Su Lao slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Feng, he stared for a moment, thinking he was dreaming.

"Jiang... Jiang Feng? You... you're not dead?"

"Su Lao, I'm fine. Sorry for making you and Xueyan worry."

Jiang Feng hurriedly soothed.

Su Lao weakly smiled, wanting to say something, but could only close his eyes, clearly still needing proper rest.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng turned to Su Xueyan and instructed.

"Xue Yan, Grandfather now needs rest; you stay here and take good care of him, contact me anytime if anything comes up."

"I'm going to the Jiangnan Prince's Residence to settle the score!"

After saying that, Jiang Feng did not linger, turned and walked out of the infirmary, his whole body emanating a terrifying aura.

But at this moment, the Jiangnan Wangfu presented quite a different scene.

Inside the Prince's Residence, lights were bright everywhere, decorations hung, and the Banquet Hall was especially ablaze with lights and wine, extraordinarily lively.

Jiangnan Wang wore an ornate python robe, sat in the seat of honor, holding a wine cup, his face full of a smug smile.

The seats below were filled with high-ranking guests, all the notables from every stratum of Jiangcheng.

They each raised their glasses to flatter, saying all kinds of pleasing words.

"Your Highness, you are wise and mighty; in just half a month you have taken control of the entire Jiangcheng—truly impressive!"

"Congratulations, Your Highness, on your impending marriage to the Tang Sect lady—it's a perfect match!"

Jiangnan Wang listened to these words, his mood grew ever more relaxed, and he burst out laughing loudly.

"You flatter me; I merely did what I ought to. From now on, Jiangcheng's prosperity will rely on all of you!"

"Let's raise our cups!"

"Drink together!"

Just then, the doors of the Banquet Hall were suddenly flung open, and two figures stumbled in.

It was Li Kun and Zhao Xiong.

Their hair was disheveled, they were in a sorry state.

Having rushed into the hall, they both fell to their knees with a thump and shouted at Jiangnan Wang.

"Your Highness! Something terrible has happened! A major disaster!"

The smile on Jiangnan Wang's face froze instantly, and his brows furrowed.

"What kind of panic is this! On my banquet, what decorum! Speak slowly if you have something to say!"

"Your Highness! Jiang Feng! Jiang Feng… he… he has appeared again!"

"What?!"

Those words were like a thunderclap from clear sky, instantly exploding throughout the Banquet Hall.

Jiangnan Wang leapt up from his seat.

"Impossible! What nonsense are you spouting? Is Jiang Feng still alive? Impossible! Back then we watched Jiang Feng turn to ashes—how could he possibly still be alive?"

Li Kun spoke with a mournful face.

"Your Highness, everything we said is true; he even found out about our plot against the Su Family, and—"

Saying this, Li Kun dared not continue.

"And what? Go on, say it!"

"Let us wash our necks clean and await death!"

As these words left his mouth, Jiangnan Wang's wine cup fell from his hand in shock.

"Send word to the Young Master at once!"