Old Madam Feng let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Dongfang Lianhua, Feng Bailing, you two are pushing things too far."
With rage surging, Feng Zhanlian rushed forward to argue.
"Throw him out."
Before Feng Bailing could speak, several guards already stood in front of Feng Bailing and her daughter, dragging the frail Feng Zhanlian out like tossing out trash, leaving him on the street.
At night, the lights were brightly lit inside the Princess' Mansion.
Inside the Flower Hall of the former Princess' Mansion, the air was so oppressive it seemed to solidify.
Feng Zhanlian's face was gaunt, and blood seeped from a wound on his forehead. His expression was more dreadful than that of a man who lost his mother. He couldn't fathom how the successful bidder for Duke An's Mansion could be Dugu Wu.
After Old Madam Feng was carried away, her continuous crying and wailing resonated through the small Princess' Mansion, driving everyone to the brink of annoyance.
