The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

Chapter 331 The Hidden Battle

"Mmm," Fengqi responded softly, "I slept very soundly last night and even dreamed of my mother."

Feng Xiang's gaze swept behind Feng Qi, and he raised an eyebrow: "Why are you alone? Where is Miss Yang?"

"My mother... she's not feeling well." Feng Qi lowered her head, not daring to look Feng Xiang in the eye.

A smile played on Feng Xiang's lips. He seemed completely oblivious to Feng Qi's unusual demeanor as he slowly turned his head and cast his gaze toward Yang Ling, who was not far away.

"Ah Ling, you've come?" His smiling gaze fell on the boy, his brows filled with kindness and gentleness.

Yang Ling pursed her lips, her eyes revealing a stubbornness.

"Your Feng family is really quite eccentric."

How could he possibly save a good-for-nothing by chance?

If it weren't for Fengxiang's orders, he wouldn't have bothered to care at all!

“Ah Ling, I invited you to this banquet because I’ve heard you’re a highly skilled doctor,” Feng Xiang said with a smile. “However, I’m a bit busy right now, so you can treat me for now. I’ll come back to you when I’m done.”

After saying that, he stood up and stepped into the side hall.

Everyone in Phoenix City breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Feng Ling was there; otherwise, Feng Xiang would certainly not have allowed them to attend the banquet.

They were able to attend this banquet thanks to Feng Ling, so the people of Phoenix City all treated Feng Ling with respect.

"Miss Yang."

A maid came in carrying tea and handed the teacup to Yang Yurong.

Yang Yurong took the tea and placed it on the table.

She looked around and asked, "Where's Ayu?"

"Madam Yang, the young master is resting in the courtyard," the maid replied respectfully.

“Oh,” Yang Yurong nodded slightly, “Ayu was frightened yesterday and probably hasn’t recovered yet. I’ll go see him later.”

"Yes, Mrs. Yang."

The maid withdrew.

Yang Yurong's gaze fell on Feng Qi: "Feng Qi, let's go to the main hall first."

"Ah."

Feng Qi kept his gaze fixed on Yang Yurong until her figure disappeared from his sight.

Feng Qi clenched her fists tightly, her peach blossom eyes filled with determination.

……

Inside the lobby.

As soon as Yang Yurong entered the room, she saw the two people sitting inside and she was stunned.

Upon seeing this, the guard beside him immediately explained cautiously, "Miss Yang, the young master has already woken up. He knew you were attending the banquet, so he sent me to tell you not to worry about him."

Yang Yurong was silent for a moment: "Have you seen how his body is?"

"Don't worry, Miss Yang, the young master is just a little weak."

"Oh."

Yang Yurong responded faintly, her gaze remaining fixed on the two people inside the room.

“You are…” Feng Xiang frowned as he looked Feng Qi up and down. He felt that the child’s face was somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him before.

Yang Yurong coughed twice: "This is my childhood playmate, and he's the one who helped me get here today. Fengxiang, do you remember me? I mentioned him to you. A-Ling, this is Fengxiang."

Her gaze shifted to Feng Qi, her tone softened considerably, and even her eyes held a hint of doting affection.

Feng Xiang was taken aback: "So it was you, Yu Rong. You told me that A Ling was a mute, but how did he turn into a boy?"

“Hehe,” Yang Yurong chuckled dryly, “Fengxiang, I was indeed mute when I was a child, but he got sick later, which is why he became a boy.”

“Oh,” Fengxiang suddenly realized, his expression becoming even more delighted, “No wonder you two look so alike. It’s good that A-Ling is mute; that way, there’s no need to worry about his marriage, after all…”

Feng Xiang paused for a moment, then continued, "You know A Ling's personality and temperament. I'm afraid he would rather die than take a wife or concubine. That's good, so we don't have to worry about him being lonely for the rest of his life."

Yang Yurong's eyes flickered a few times: "Fengxiang, how can I thank you for caring so much about my son?"

Feng Xiang waved his hand: "It was nothing."

He looked up at Yang Yurong and said with a smile, "By the way, I also heard that A-Ling is your younger brother. Since A-Ling is your younger brother, I don't need to call him Young Master. You can just call him A-Ling."

Yang Yurong smiled slightly: "Okay."

“Ah Ling,” Feng Xiang turned to look at Yang Ling, “Come out with me for a moment, I have something I want to give you.”

Yang Ling pursed her lips and did not move.

Feng Xiang frowned. This child was far too cold-hearted. No wonder Yu Rong was unwilling to adopt him under her name.

“A-Ling,” Yang Yurong sighed, “Your parents died early, and you have no brothers or sisters. I am your only uncle. From now on, Fengxiang will be your father. You must listen to your father, understand?”

"Oh."

Feng Ling lowered her eyes, concealing the disgust in them.

Fengxiang didn't know if Yang Yurong was doing this on purpose to lure him into recognizing a thief as his father.

"Ah Ling, let's go with your uncle."

Feng Xiang smiled and took Yang Ling's arm, leading him outside.

Yang Yurong shook her head and smiled bitterly.

Perhaps she's not in a good state lately, which is why she's overthinking things.

Feng Xiang loves Feng Yu so much, how could her son not like him?

"Ah Ling, would you like some pastries? Shall I take you to buy some?" Feng Xiang asked, turning his head to the side.

Yang Ling didn't speak. His face was pale and bloodless, as if he might faint at any moment.

"Never mind, Ah Ling, you look terrible. Let's go another day. I'll take you home now."

Feng Xiang frowned and glanced at Yang Ling, whose face was deathly pale. He felt that something was wrong with the child, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"I..." Yang Ling stopped in his tracks, his voice so soft it was almost imperceptible, "I need to go to the toilet."

"Outhouse?"

Feng Xiang looked at Yang Ling in surprise: "You usually live alone in the side room of the Feng Mansion. The latrine is only cleaned by maids and doesn't exist."

“No, I really want to go,” Yang Ling bit her lip. “I’m afraid to live in this place alone.”

Feng Xiang frowned slightly: "I'll go with you."

"Thank you dad."

With excitement in her eyes, Yang Ling quickly followed Feng Xiang out of the room.

After Fengxiang and Yang Ling left, the room was quiet.

Yang Yurong stared at the figure that gradually disappeared around the corner, her eyes calm and still.

She suddenly remembered that before she was ten years old, Fengxiang would take Fengling sightseeing every day, but since she moved here, this had become increasingly rare.

Fengxiang seems to have some unspeakable secret.

But his whereabouts have always been kept secret. Apart from a few old nannies in the mansion, no one else knows, and she doesn't feel comfortable asking.

"What exactly has Fengxiang been doing all these years?" A cold glint flashed in Yang Yurong's eyes.

“Miss,” the maid said timidly, “Young Master Fengxiang’s whereabouts are not something anyone can investigate. Don’t worry too much about it. Perhaps he has some difficulties.”

Yang Yurong slowly closed her eyes and rested her head against the back of the chair.

Fengxiang was her only relative, and she hoped he wouldn't harm her son.