Chapter 164: His Biological Son

In a common family, he might have stayed, but the royal family places the utmost importance on bloodlines. Although the emperor wanted to keep him, over time, he couldn’t withstand the nagging of the court officials.

Why make things so complicated? By leaving, he would sever ties with the emperor completely, and his heart ached intensely.

In the Qianqing Palace.

The tyrant held a small jade pendant in his hand, carved with dragon patterns. The pendant was tiny, with a dull color, but the material was rare yellow jade.

He stared at the yellow jade for a long time, rubbing it with his fingers, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

This yellow jade was among the tokens given to him by Yun Ting.

A letter from Feng Xuetang and a piece of yellow jade.

This item had been carried with him in his youth but now appeared as a token in Di Li’s background.

Di Li… was his biological son.

The tyrant rubbed his temples, but he couldn’t recall who he had given the jade to back then.

He only remembered that one year, the yellow jade was lost, but he didn’t have any other women in his memory.

This was the first time the tyrant was truly troubled.

The yellow jade could prove that Di Li was very likely his biological son.

Yet, today’s events made everyone believe that Di Li wasn’t of royal blood.

Blood-testing was the only and quickest way to confirm his relationship with Di Li.

But he was worried.

If he was wrong and the blood test failed, wouldn’t it deal another blow to Di Li?

Whether to test or not, he was in a dilemma.

The appearance of this yellow jade made the tyrant even more perplexed.

…

In the dungeon.

Feng Sheng was thrown into the most spacious cell. When he first entered, he saw that the other prisoners seemed quite pleased.

They were all burly men, around six or seven of them, some wearing short sleeves and others with their shoulders exposed, sporting beards.

The six or seven men looked particularly fierce.

Feng Sheng snorted coldly. They were just putting on a show! He was used to such situations. Having roamed around for thirty or forty years, he had seen it all. Many people in prison liked to show off.

They pretended to be formidable to intimidate newcomers.

Was Feng Sheng afraid? Of course not. He even knew martial arts and had once pretended to be Feng Batian, burning, killing, and looting. He was the one who truly committed all sorts of crimes.

The biggest mistake the Emperor of the Tiansheng Dynasty made in his life was not killing him, hahahaha.

Feng Sheng was internally gleeful. A capable person can thrive anywhere, and this would be his new beginning.

But he would soon pay a terrible price for his foolish thoughts.

“What are you so fierce about? It’s just a tattoo. Let me show you mine.” Feng Sheng decided to take the initiative and scare them.

He took off his upper clothing, revealing a tiger tattoo on his arm.

The men exchanged glances. “So impressive!”

“Hmph, it’s bigger than yours!”

The men’s eyes lit up. “That’s great.”

Feng Sheng: ??

Things seemed a bit off.

Feng Sheng felt weak, unable to muster any strength, and slumped against the wall.

The men stood up, laughing lewdly as they approached Feng Sheng, grabbing him with ease as if he were a little chick.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll find out soon.”

A scream suddenly echoed in the dungeon. It was Feng Sheng’s.

The jailers on the other side of the dungeon heard it. “Tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful. They’re all perverts in there, each one more twisted than the last! I heard the new arrival just now is mentally unstable.”

“It’s okay. They’ll treat him well inside. He’ll be cured of any illness.”

In less than half an hour, Feng Sheng couldn’t take it anymore. With two more people still behind him, he looked pale, foaming at the mouth. “Enough, enough! I want to go out! Let me out!”

“Our dear treasure, if you don’t serve us well, we’ll break your legs! Want to leave? Dream on!”

Feng Sheng trembled. “Perverts! Are you insane?”

They weren’t human. How could they do this to him…

Feng Sheng’s rear was in agony, and several chunks of flesh had been bitten off his thighs.

Damn perverts!

“You’re the most ferocious man we’ve ever played with. I heard you’re even a prince, with noble blood. We brothers like your wild, stimulating nature!”

“Ah, ah, ah! Don’t touch me! Please, let me go…” Feng Sheng was going mad. He never expected that one day he would be…

However, his new life had only just begun.

The Emperor of the Tiansheng Dynasty!

Princess Ten!

You two, father and daughter, are so ruthless!

He wants to get out, ahhhhh!

…

The next day.

Yun Ting brought Yun Hui into the palace to see Princess Ten.

When Ah Bao woke up, she heard her mother and Yun Ting talking in the Yihe Palace courtyard.

“Liang Qian…” Zhilan helped Ah Bao get dressed and, after she was cleaned up, Ah Bao bounded into the Concubine De’s arms.

[It’s lively so early in the morning. What are you talking about? Let me listen too!]

The Concubine De smiled and shook her head, amused by her daughter’s curiosity.

The young man standing behind Yun Ting also had a faint smile in his eyes. Unnoticed by anyone, he kept clutching a yellow talisman in his hand.

He treasured it greatly and understood that it was only because of the talisman that he could hear his master’s thoughts.

“Princess Ten,” Yun Ting said to Ah Bao with particular reverence, “Ah, let Yun Hui explain this matter to you.”

Ah Bao was drinking milk from a bottle when Yun Hui spoke up. “Princess… Ten, I would like to ask you to come and see my mother. Here’s the situation: Yesterday, we tried to bury her, but the coffin could not be lowered into the ground no matter what. It kept being bounced back. My mother and I even asked Taoist Baiyun for help, and he said we should invite you to come.”

[I forgot that there are also rites for burying Feng Xuetang. As the mother of two emperors, she was of great virtue and benevolence. Even though her fate was troubled, her life was a rare blessing.]

[In the original plot, although Yun Hui died early, after being recognized by the Emperor of the Wooden Kingdom, he was posthumously awarded an imperial title.]

[Although the Third Prince was a puppet, manipulated by the male and female leads, he also died in imperial robes.]

[Both early deceased emperors benefited from Feng Xuetang. Such a fate is rare, and a slight mistake could easily lead to being turned into the mother of ten thousand ghosts, the source of countless evils.]

Hearing this, the Concubine De and Yun Hui were both horrified.

“Liang Qian…” Ah Bao tugged at the Concubine De’s sleeve.

[Seventh Brother isn’t here, so I can’t sneak out of the palace. Mother will spank me if she finds out. Mother is really strict.]

The Concubine De smiled and said, “Since Taoist Baiyun has spoken, this little girl should certainly be able to help. Go ahead.”

Ah Bao was thrilled at the prospect of leaving the palace.

It didn’t matter whether she played or not; the important thing was to get out of the palace.