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Yuwen Feng laughed.

It had been a month since he had last seen sunlight. His skin had become even paler and his face was completely devoid of blood. His glass-like eyes became even calmer.

His hair had grown a little too long, and a few strands of it hung down, covering half of his eyes.

"Yuwen Feng, you will definitely lose if you talk too much. Don't you know that?"

Bo Yuheng sat on an extremely comfortable chair and looked up at him.

Yuwen Feng was stunned by the attitude of the powerful and condescending person in front of him.

This person was still as arrogant and despotic as before.

No matter how good or bad the words of others were, they could not be heard.

He had a strong sense of control.

He could control others, but he could also control himself.

Even now he stood at the top of the pyramid.

He was still the same.

"…"

Yuwen Feng kept silent and didn't say a word.

If saying anything is wrong, then don't say anything.

After a month in captivity, he finally understood. Even if he died, he wouldn't do anything for him.

"Mute?"

He did not make a sound, but Bo Yuheng was angry.

The gaze that shot over was like a poisonous snake spitting out a red letter. The piercing sound of the reprimand was like the venom sprayed out by a venomous snake.

"Your Majesty, I have nothing to say."

Yuwen Feng was secretly excited, but his expression was calm.

Bo Yuheng felt like he just punched cotton. That kind of feeling made him very unhappy.

All his cabinet was elite. However, compared to Yuwen Feng, he was still far behind.

It had to be said that Yuwen Feng was a talent.

Be it knowledge or knowledge, or character or cultivation.

He's the best.

He was the pride of the Yuwen Family, as well as the pride of the Cabinet's center of power.

Such a rare talent was no longer willing to serve him.

Bo Yuheng's anger was inevitable.

"What a great 'nothing to say' …"

The corner of Wu Jinghan's lips twitched, and his eagle-like eyes darted towards Yuwen Feng once again.

Yuwen Feng's glass-like eyes trembled slightly.

"…"

He stood upright, his face still as handsome as ever.

"Yuwen Feng, let's go see your sister …"

Bo Yuheng looked at him, his heart was agitated. Suppressing his anger, he opened his mouth.

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, Yuwen Feng didn't even ask a single question and just nodded his head in a neither humble nor haughty manner.

He nodded and turned around.

There was no fear or pause in his actions.

As Bo Yuheng watched him leave, the anger in his heart instantly flared up. The paperweight on the desk was thrown forward, and an antique vase on a shelf in front of him fell to the floor with a crash.

"..."

Qingyun Stage.

In the backyard.

Yuwen Feng was led to Yuwen Nansheng's residence by two bodyguards.

As soon as he walked in, he smelled a faint medicinal smell.

Yuwen Feng's heart tightened and his pace quickened.

A person walked over and called out to him.

"Second uncle …"

Yuwen Feng raised his eyebrows and looked over.

"Wanzhou?"

"Second uncle, when did you come out?"

Bo Wanzhou, who was wearing a dark green dress, said in surprise.

"Just now …"

Yuwen Feng replied lightly and then asked.

"Wanzhou, what happened to your mother?"

"She's sick. She's very sick."

Bo Wanzhou frowned, her eyes filled with worry. As he spoke, his expression was one of grief.

"Is he sick?" "No wonder …"

Yuwen Feng was shocked and quickly walked to the door of Yuwen Nansheng's room.

The bodyguard opened the door for him.

Bo Wanzhou, who was about to leave, followed him in.

"Sis …"

Yuwen Feng walked into the room and called out with heartache when he saw Yuwen Nansheng, who seemed to be sleeping.

"…"

The pale-faced Yuwen Nansheng didn't respond at all.

"Second uncle, my mother just fell asleep."

Bo Wanzhou walked over, her slightly reddened eyes couldn't help but glance at the bottle of droplets she had set up. A glimmer of light flashed past his eyes.

"What happened to her? Why does it look like it's very sick? "

Yuwen Feng walked over, bent down and held Yuwen Nansheng's hand.

A bone-piercing chill passed through Yuwen Nansheng's palm and into his own.

He couldn't help but shiver.

"You're so sick, why don't you go to the hospital?"

Before Bo Wanzhou could explain, he asked urgently.

The servant that took care of Yuwen Nansheng trembled as he looked at Bo Wanzhou. Even if she knew something, she wouldn't dare to tell it to anyone.

"Second uncle, you can't go to the hospital unless you have no other choice?"

Bo Wanzhou said helplessly.

"No, we have to go to the hospital immediately."

Compared to Yuwen Pei, Yuwen Feng's feelings for Yuwen Nansheng were deeper.

Maybe it was because the siblings were too young, but Yuwen Feng almost treated Yuwen Nansheng as his own mother.

He pulled open the needle on the back of Yuwen Nansheng's hand and said to Bo Wanzhou while pressing down on the needle.

"Wanzhou, hurry up and arrange for a car. We'll take your mother to the hospital right now."

"Second uncle, you can't do this?"

Bo Wanzhou seemed to be shocked. She squatted down and grabbed Yuwen Pei's arm.

"Wanzhou, your mother has to go to the hospital."

Yuwen Feng's attitude was extremely resolute.

"Second Uncle, you're too nervous. Principal Zhang personally came over to treat Mom's illness. He said there's no problem … "

"It's already like this, why are you still saying there's no problem?"

Before Bo Wanzhou could finish her sentence, Yuwen Feng interrupted her with a stern voice.

Yuwen Nansheng could simply be described as weak as a strand of hair. She still had her eyes closed, as if she were in a deep sleep. With a single glance, he could tell that this was not normal.

"Second uncle …"1

"Wanzhou, you're my sister's daughter. Do you really have the heart to see her so sick?"

Yuwen Feng asked.

From the looks of it, Yuwen Nansheng's illness had already lasted more than a day or two.

Bo Yuheng did not care about her at all. Bo Wanzhou was her daughter after all, so no matter what, she just could not stand by and watch …

The people from the Bo Family were truly heartless.

"Second uncle, I …"

Bo Wanzhou wanted to explain, but she was unable to do so. While Yuwen Feng wasn't paying attention, he gave a look to the servant that was taking care of Yuwen Nansheng.

The servant timidly retreated.

Yuwen Feng lowered his head and saw that the needle on the back of Yuwen Nansheng's hand was no longer bleeding. He then took a thin blanket and placed it on Yuwen Nansheng's body.

He bent down and picked her up.

"Second uncle …"

Bo Wanzhou grabbed his arm again.

Yuwen Feng could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and reprimanded her.

"Get out of the way."

"Second Uncle, don't be rash. How about I call dad... "

Bo Wanzhou was so embarrassed that she started crying.

"Grand Princess …"

The servant walked in and blinked at Bo Wanzhou.

Bo Wanzhou understood.

"Second Uncle, this place is the Qingyun Stage. Without my father's consent, you won't be able to take away my mother …"

"You …"

Yuwen Feng, who was holding Yuwen Nansheng, suddenly reacted.

In his earlier anxiety, he had actually forgotten that this place was the place where the people in charge of the Bo Family resided from generation to generation.

Without Bo Yuheng's order, not to mention him and Yuwen Nansheng, even the flies wouldn't be able to fly out.

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