Chapter 199: First Volume, Chapter 199: The Target of All Arrows

First Volume, Chapter 199: The Target of All Arrows

The Princess of Qiyang could no longer hold back and burst out laughing; this laugh startled even herself, so she quickly turned her face away, adjusted her expression, and scolded with a smile: "Damn it, this is hilarious!"

The Third Prince and the Thirteenth Prince exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a wry smile and spoke in unison: "That's shameless!"

Having finished kissing ass, Qin Feng no longer hesitated; yawning as he spoke lazily: "This riddle is hard, but after my relentless effort and exhaustive thinking, I've finally found the answer."

"Blown by wind, returning through wind; before the peak, geese fly slanting. Break it down: 'wind' and 'go' form the character 'ji'; add 'again' and it becomes 'feng.' Before the peak is 'mountain'; geese flying is the pictographic character 'ren.' Slant 'ren' slightly, and it becomes the radical 'single-person.' 'Before the peak, geese fly slanting' forms the character 'xian.'"

"The answer is: Fengxian. It's a flower name."

Since the previous riddles were all word puzzles, everyone was caught off guard when it suddenly turned into guessing a flower.

Yet Qin Feng, who had just complained about how hard it was, solved it so easily!

Of all the bad luck!

This guy never even thought about it—he'd been lounging among women all along, joking, laughing, cursing, and clowning around.

Just by playing around, he won the contest?

Everyone's gaze at Qin Feng was indescribable—was it admiration or frustration?

The Princess of Qiyang wasn't surprised at all; after all, this fellow was always cunning and clever, and a simple lantern riddle was no match for him. She immediately announced loudly: "Qin Feng has answered four riddles correctly—he wins!"

Instantly, a deafening cheer erupted.

But it was only the songstresses on the Hua Fang cheering—they always loved a good spectacle.

As for the young nobles present, they all remained silent, standing by Lin Feimo.

Then…

Under everyone's stares.

Qin Feng put on an outrageously exaggerated expression and slowly shook his head at Lin Feimo: "No way, no way? Young Master Lin didn't answer a single riddle? Got swept 4–0?"

Lin Feimo's face turned pitch black; his irritation deepened further!

Surely, before Qin Feng won, someone should've killed him—why was there no sign of any attempt?

Lin Feimo now wanted nothing more than to turn and leave, but in front of so many people, he simply couldn't bring himself to lose face.

Under Lin Feimo's furious stare, Qin Feng dragged over a stool and sat right in front of him, smiling sweetly: "Little Linzi, calling me a waste is fine—I don't take wastes as disciples. Just kneel down and offer me tea to become my disciple. From now on, whenever you go to Jingdu, say my name—it'll work."

Lin Feimo couldn't believe his ears; he stared fixedly at Qin Feng: "You… you dare ask me to kneel?"

This sentence terrified the surrounding young nobles half to death.

The Princess of Qiyang and the two princes exchanged a glance but showed no intention to intervene.

Qin Feng leaned down and, before Lin Feimo, counted off on his fingers one by one: "First, to learn from a master, you kneel and offer tea—it's only natural. Second, only princes don't kneel when formally accepting a teacher; you're not a prince, so does kneeling demean you? Do you want to sit on equal footing with a prince?"

"Besides these two reasons, you have one more reason to kneel."

"I don't like the way you look at my sister—I find it deeply unpleasant. Do you understand?"

Lin Feimo felt waves of dizziness; he wanted to kill Qin Feng right then and there, but this was Jingdu, not Jiangnan.

Moreover, if word spread that Lin family sons lost a bet but refused to accept defeat, it would damage the Lin family's reputation.

After much hesitation, Lin Feimo finally gritted his teeth and slowly knelt down, raising the tea cup: "I, Lin, accept defeat. I pay my respects, Master."

Qin Feng took the tea cup, sipped a small amount, and patted Lin Feimo's head: "Good boy. Next time you look at my sister—your future mistress—keep your eyes proper. Don't look where you shouldn't, or I'll spank your ass."

Lin Feimo's body trembled violently; he clenched his teeth, said nothing, and turned away.

Qin Feng quickly waved and shouted: "Don't forget—you still owe me thirty thousand li silver! That's pure bet money; the apprenticeship fee is separate!"

Lin Feimo stumbled, nearly falling into the lake…

The Third Prince and the Thirteenth Prince, having seen enough of the spectacle, no longer lingered; each harboring their own calculations, they rose and left.

As the Princess of Qiyang passed Qin Feng, she smirked with malicious delight: "You've thoroughly offended the Lin family this time."

Qin Feng shrugged, utterly unconcerned: "Thoroughly offended? Then let it be thorough! My mother had them banished from Jingdu for seven years—I didn't even kick Lin Feimo off the boat's prow, so I've been magnanimous enough!"

At these words, the Princess of Qiyang's eyes flickered with surprise.

So…

This boy had been seeking revenge on Lin Feimo—more precisely, avenging his mother's banishment by the Lin family.

This remark was naturally heard by the three Qin sisters.

Originally, Shen Qingci and Liu Hongyan had planned to scold Qin Feng for provoking the Lin family.

But upon hearing this, they instantly dropped the idea; their gazes toward Qin Feng turned tender and affectionate.

Jing Qianying, however, frowned slightly, her gaze toward Qin Feng especially subtle.

As dawn approached.

Qin Feng, overcome with drowsiness, no longer lingered and returned home.

He slept straight through until the sun was high overhead.

As soon as Qin Feng woke, Qin Xiaofu rushed up, beaming: "Young Master, Lin Feimo has been thoroughly humiliated by you twice—this news has spread all over Jingdu, hahaha! No wonder you're you! Also, Lin Feimo left Jingdu by carriage this morning—he probably won't dare return for the rest of his life."

Hearing this, Qin Feng instantly snapped awake and slapped his thigh in annoyance: "How did he get away? Chase him down! He still owes me thirty thousand li silver!"

Qin Xiaofu burst out laughing: "This morning, I went straight to the Lin Residence—the Lin family was quite cooperative; they'd already prepared the money, and I've already deposited it in the bank."

Hearing this, Qin Feng finally sighed with relief.

But he still felt unsatisfied—he'd planned to keep Lin Feimo in Jingdu as a "plaything," and by plaything, he meant torment him relentlessly.

Now that Lin Feimo was returning to Jiangnan, wasn't that like letting a tiger return to the mountains?

Screw it!

Let them all go to hell!

Letting a tiger return to the mountains? Who cares—he's not even a tiger, just a fat cat.

If he dares show his fangs again, I'll just pluck them out!