Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 400 Partiality (Spreading Flowers)

Young Master Li and the others stared at this scene in amazement, covering their wounds and crying out, "Ouch, ouch!" "It was you who stole the things! And you beat him up! Young Marquis, look at him like this, how does he look like he was bullied?"

Xiao Yan coughed lightly and smoothed things over: "What happened today was just a misunderstanding." He glanced at Master Li, "If Master Li feels wronged, you can go to Duan's house to argue. How can you touch me in my garden?"

When Master Li saw that Xiao Yan was obviously biased towards Duan Jiashu, he was so angry that his face turned blue, but he did not dare to get angry. He could only glare at Duan Jiashu hatefully and left in embarrassment with the help of his followers.

Wu Feipeng lowered his eyes and brushed off the crabapple petals on Duan Jiashu's collar. When his fingertips brushed across the empty jade pendant string on his waist, an almost inaudible sigh rolled through his throat.

"It's okay. I'm here." His voice was like a stream soaked in spring snow, clear and with a firmness that could not be ignored. As he spoke, he turned around and stopped Master Li and his group who were about to leave.

The cuffs of his moon-white gown were still stained with Duan Jiashu's blood, but he had casually rolled them up to his elbows, revealing his smoothly curved forearms. Thin calluses from years of holding the sword could be seen on his wrist bones.

Master Li was nailed to the spot by his suddenly cold eyes, and the back of his neck tightened: "Master Wu, we are not going to pursue the matter anymore, so why bother to press on?" He subconsciously shrank behind his follower, and there were still a few broken flower petals on his bun that had been asked crooked by the beating just now. When he spoke, the blood at the corner of his lips rubbed against his indigo robe, making him look like a beggar.

Wu Feipeng curled the corners of his lips, and that smile was particularly dazzling in the sun: "What do you mean you won't pursue it? You want to pat your butt and walk away after you failed to wrongly accuse someone? You want beauty."

The crowd of onlookers around were originally preparing to disperse, but when they saw this, they quietly gathered together. Behind the rockery and in the shadows of the trees and flowers, countless pairs of curious eyes peered through the gaps between the branches.

"But I couldn't help but do it. It seemed unreasonable."

Duan Jiashu suddenly tugged at the corner of Wu Feipeng's sleeve, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

He looked at the mess on the ground. The ferocity with which he had just beaten the man had long since turned into a slight tremor in his fingertips, which was just like his confused state of mind at the moment - this should have been a moment of revenge, but he felt inexplicably flustered because of the other party's unreserved favoritism.

Wu Feipeng suddenly turned around, gently pinched Duan Jiashu's chin with his fingertips, and forced him to raise his head.

When their eyes met, Duan Jiashu saw the dark color surging in his eyes, like crushed stars, flickering with an indescribable burning feeling: "I'm here to support you, not to uphold justice."

The tip of his thumb gently rubbed the blood on the corner of Duan Jiashu's lips, and the thin calluses on his fingertips made his skin itchy. "In my opinion, you are always right."

These words were like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, stirring up a thousand waves in Duan Jiashu's heart.

Do you want to ask if he envied his adopted brother? Duan Jiashu was actually envious. Even though he was extremely stupid, there was someone who loved him unconditionally and gave him everything.

So the other party was calm but fearless, because he knew that there would always be someone to catch him no matter what.

He doesn't fight or compete because he knows that someone will fight and compete for him.

He didn't, so he thought it was ridiculous.

Losing everything for a fool is not a reasonable deal. It doesn't make sense.

But love doesn't seem to make sense.

It is just such unreasonable stupidity, regardless of right or wrong, regardless of gains and losses, just like spring grass clinging to a broken wall stubbornly, like a firefly rushing towards a candlelight recklessly, knowing it is futile, but still enjoying it...

Wu Feipeng's eyes were like a never-extinguishing flame, hot and pure, burning straight into the most secret corner of his heart.

There was no calculation of weighing the pros and cons in that look, no temptation to flatter, only undisguised concern and partiality.

He subconsciously avoided Wu Feipeng's gaze, but the tips of his ears were red as blood in the sunlight.

Duan Jiashu sighed inwardly - this kind of favoritism would spoil him.

Xiao Yan looked at the scene in front of him as if no one was around, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he tapped his folding fan unconsciously in his palm, with a helpless smile in his eyes - well, this makes us seem redundant, aren't you two a little too oblivious to the world around you?

Young Master Li didn't care about these things. When Wu Feipeng stopped him, his face turned pale and blue. He gritted his teeth and said with a fierce and bluffing tone, "What do you mean? What do you want?"

He tried to straighten his back, trying to regain the face he had just lost after being beaten, but his crooked hair and the blood at the corners of his mouth greatly reduced his momentum.

Upon hearing this, Wu Feipeng turned his head to look at Duan Jiashu with a questioning look in his eyes. When he saw Duan Jiashu shook his head slightly, he turned his gaze back to Master Li.

His expression was still gentle, but there was a barely perceptible cold light in his eyes. He took a step forward slowly, his tone still gentle, but it seemed to be wrapped in the snow of December.

Like a dormant beast finally baring its fangs, he said, "Mr. Li, you slandered me first and then started a fight. Do you want to leave just like that?"

Young Master Li felt a chill on his back from being stared at by such eyes, but he still stiffened his neck to refute: "I slander? It was obviously him who stole the things!" He turned his head to look at Xiao Yan, trying to seek support, "Young Marquis, you can't be partial to outsiders!"

Xiao Yan coughed lightly, took two steps forward, and stood between the two of them. He raised his hand to support the jade crown, with a half-smile on his face: "Mr. Li, this jade pendant is still hanging on your waist."

His eyes swept over Master Li's panicked and evasive look, and his tone was somewhat teasing, "Besides, if you cause trouble in my mansion, it will be bad for your Li family's reputation if it gets out."

When the people around heard this, they all whispered in agreement, saying things like "Young Marquis is right" and "It would be bad if this matter got out." Mr. Li's followers also lowered their heads, not daring to be as arrogant as before.

Wu Feipeng was not going to let him off so easily. He reached into his sleeve and took out a handkerchief. He slowly wiped Duan Jiashu's knuckles and said in a nonchalant voice, "Mr. Li, how about this? You apologize to Mr. Duan and let this matter go. Otherwise, we will go to Jingzhao Prefecture to judge and see who is right, you or Mr. Duan."

When the Jingzhao Prefecture was mentioned, Master Li's face turned pale instantly.

He knew in his heart that he was in the wrong and his case was full of loopholes. If it really came to the government, the Li family would lose all face. But he really couldn't swallow the humiliation of bowing to a bastard.

During the stalemate, Duan Jiashu suddenly stepped forward and stood in front of Wu Feipeng, showing a meaningful smile to Master Li: "Forget it, today's incident, just treat it as a misunderstanding." He turned to look at Xiao Yan, bowed slightly, "I hope the young marquis will not blame me."

Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at Duan Jiashu with a half-smile, secretly wondering what this man was planning.

However, he was happy to do a favor as long as he could calm the situation down, so he waved his hand and said, "Since Master Duan has said so, let's just leave it at that."

Master Li nodded hurriedly as if he had been pardoned. He looked at Duan Jiashu with gratitude, then left dejectedly with his followers.

Wu Feipeng twitched the corner of his mouth: This is not the end.

Duan Jiashu's mouth also curled up: Tsk tsk tsk, who will Mr. Li vent his anger on when he returns? It's so hard to guess...