"Who's the pheasant, and who's the phoenix?" Feng Muqing covered her mouth as she laughed lightly.

Facing her laughing visage, Feng Wanwan boiled with anger. She was reminded of the humiliations from the past few days.

Is she mocking me?!

How dare she!

"Even with a beautiful mask, you can't hide that monstrous part of your face." Feng Wanwan scoffed coldly as she stared disdainfully at the mask on Feng Muqing's face.

No matter how much the Regent doted on her or how much effort he put in, he couldn't cure that face that resembled a demon.

Part angelic beauty and part demonic, wasn't this the notorious face?

Feng Muqing noticed the fleeting jealousy in Feng Wanwan's eyes. She raised her hand to gently caress the half of her face that was stunningly beautiful as a small smile formed on her lips.

"Are you jealous? Or perhaps envious? This half of my face is unparalleled."

"Of course, the renowned Regent must have spent quite an effort to find this mask. After all, the Regent wouldn't want to be frightened by the ugly face beside him as he will be seeing it every day."

Feng Wanwan looked at the exquisite mask mockingly as she suppressed her anger.

Even if it was unparalleled beauty, it was just half a face.

The world loves her beauty as much as they fear the other demonic half.

Wasn't it because of this face that he decreed she should marry the Regent? What's there to be proud of?

Even if their plan didn't succeed, it was enough to disgust Jun Ruye.

Feng Wanwan felt a bit relieved as she thought of this.

"The Regent is not someone you can compare with. I heard about your 'heroic' deeds earlier on the way here. Congratulations, you've become the joke of the capital."

Though Feng Wanwan was no national beauty, she could still be called a beauty. Having been nurtured for more than 10 years, she was undoubtedly a refined lady.

Especially after she gained fame in the Flower Terrace, she was also a renowned beauty in the capital.

Unfortunately, due to the matter of the proxy marriage, she became the talk of the town.

Her intimate relationship with Prince Ning, Sikong Rulang, was well known. Yet, she risked extermination to attempt to marry into the Regent's Manor.

The twists and turns of this matter were truly horrifying.

Feng Wanwan's suppressed anger was rekindled as she thought about that.

"So what? Your reputation has been consistent for over a decade. Even if you became the Princess Regent, that's all you're going to be."

"How others see me is none of my concern. I just know that when you see me now, you should greet me respectfully, for you are beneath me."

Feng Wanwan was at a loss for words as she felt a suffocating pain in her chest.

"Speaking of which, you haven't greeted me yet. Is this the etiquette and upbringing you've learned over the years?"

Feng Muqing adjusted her attire, waiting for Feng Wanwan to bow.

She felt particularly satisfied as she saw Feng Wanwan's frustrated demeanor.

Their gazes clashed fiercely, neither willing to back down, creating a tense atmosphere.

The servants who had followed Feng Wanwan sensed the tension between the two and bowed their heads.

They didn't hear anything and didn't know anything.

A moment later, Feng Wanwan laughed lightly, as if the person who was fuming earlier wasn't her.

"You're nothing but a b*stard. Even if you're the Princess Regent, you're still an illegitimate child!"

She had heard this from her mother, Madam Wang, since many years ago. Every time she thought of it, she was overjoyed.

Feng Muqing was an illegitimate child with an unknown father. In contrast, she, Feng Wanwan, was the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After all, Lan Jingrou had been dead for over a decade, and with her mother in charge of the Mansion, no one could surpass her.

Feng Muqing was taken aback when she heard this all of a sudden.

No wonder...

No wonder Feng Tianling ignored her for 15 years.

No wonder Feng Tianling turned a blind eye to the humiliations she suffered over the years.

It turned out that she wasn't Feng Tianling's daughter.

At this moment, Feng Muqing couldn't quite describe her feelings; she was relieved, yet her heart felt heavy.

Were these the feelings of the original Feng Muqing?

In just a short while, Feng Muqing felt something leaving her body, and she immediately felt at ease.

It seems she had let go, and she felt completely free.

Regardless, she needed to investigate this thoroughly and give an explanation to the original Feng Muqing, as if she had to repay her for borrowing this body.

"How ridiculous! The once unparalleled Lan Jingrou turned out to be a lowly woman. How could she secretly have an affair behind her father's back, even giving birth to you? Yet she still holds the position of the Prime Minister's wife. Truly shameless!"

Smack!

As soon as the words left her mouth, a loud slap echoed clearly in the spacious backyard, and it showed just how much strength Feng Muqing had used.

Feng Wanwan felt pain on her face, and her mind buzzed.

She touched her cheek in a daze, the delayed sting quickly pulling her back to her senses.

She actually dared to slap her!

"Feng Muqing!" Feng Wanwan gritted her teeth, glaring directly at Feng Muqing.

"How dare you insult my mother!"

Even if she wasn't the original Feng Muqing, from the moment she arrived here, she shared the same fate as Feng Muqing.

The original Feng Muqing's mother was her own mother as well.

"She dares to do it but doesn't want others to talk about it? From the beginning, you should have been trampled into the mud, never to rise again!" Feng Wanwan laughed loudly, and she seemed mad.

Feng Muqing's expression was icy, staring sharply at Feng Wanwan, as if looking at a dead person.

When she faced Feng Muqing's menacing gaze, Feng Wanwan shivered, trying to puff up her chest defiantly.

She had been in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so many years without causing any stir, so what was there to fear?

With a cold hum, Feng Muqing's essence started to move within her, a golden light appearing in her hand transforming into a sharp sword. She grasped the sword's hilt and thrust it directly at Feng Wanwan.

Feng Wanwan was greatly alarmed when she saw this. As the sword tip approached, she quickly dodged to the side and jumped several feet away from Feng Muqing.

Wasn't she supposed to be useless without the spiritual root?

When did she gain essence, and a golden root at that?

Feng Wanwan had no time to think as she had to dodge Feng Muqing's continuous attacks.

The tip of the sword released a surge of essence. Feng Wanwan quickly turned and jumped, only to see a trench where she had stood.

A chill ran down Feng Wanwan's spine. It was the power of the Qi Condensation Level 7!

She had been cultivating since childhood, with all the best resources in the mansion given to her, but after so many years, she was only at the Foundation Establishment Level 1.

When did Feng Muqing reach the Qi Condensation Level 7?

No matter how Feng Muqing reached Qi Condensation Level 7, she herself was only at the Foundation Establishment Level 1.

The servants around felt the murderous intent and ran to hide in far corners, as they feared they'd be accidentally killed.

A cold breeze blew and lifted the hems of their clothes; a heavy murderous intent was present in the air.

Feng Wanwan drew a white whip from her waist as they faced each other.

Feng Muqing raised an eyebrow and eyed the whip in her hand.

Its quality seemed good, like a second-tier spirit weapon.

It seemed Feng Wanwan was highly valued in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The wind stirred. and the vegetation rustled in the courtyard. Feng Wanwan made the first move, her white whip lunged at Feng Muqing like a snake.