He Su stood vacantly; even though Shujun had already gone far and her figure was no longer visible, she foolishly couldn’t retract her gaze. After a long while, she finally lowered her head despondently, "Let’s go, we are returning to the mansion." Having left the Sky Blue Building, He Su’s heart was filled with desolation. Luo Yang hesitated for a moment before saying, "After today, I fear we won’t see Young Master Feng for quite some time." He Su’s steps faltered slightly, and Luo Yang spoke softly and slowly, "Someone sent Young Master Feng a letter today, and if I’m not mistaken, he is certainly heading to Qingfeng Mountain in Qingfeng Prefecture." Yet there was an unusual gleam in He Su’s eyes. Going there and back from this place to Qingfeng Mountain would take no less than a month. In a moment of impulsive decision-making, she suddenly declared, "Ah Yang, I leave the house in your hands!" Luo Yang trembled slightly, and then a tinge of desolation flowed in his eyes... He was the He family’s adopted son, nominally He Su’s elder brother, but the two had no blood relation. They had grown up together since childhood; he had been by her side during the days when she lost her father and Mother He early on, and with his own eyes, he saw her marry Gao Jian, favor Pei Yu, and later become obsessed with the Phoenix Blood... But why, she never saw him, did she? His affection, couldn’t she really have a clue? Liang Shujun truly wished he had a pair of wings on his back, yearning to fly straight to Qingfeng Prefecture immediately, but the journey was long, and he must bring enough provisions and spare clothes, among other things. In any case, two hours later, with his bundle slung over his back, he took advantage of the night and walked out of town. However, from the shadows, suddenly a figure burst forth, "—Phoenix Blood!" The person clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Liang Shujun with a sinister look. Shujun sneered condescendingly, "Oh, it’s you?" Clearly, he recognized this person. "The painted tiger is not quite the living, and while there may be a few men in this world donned with cinnabar, there is only one Liang Shujun, no duplicates or imitations! What now, Pei Yu? You seem downtrodden. Having been accustomed to a life of luxury in the He Mansion in early years, this downturn must feel harsh indeed, tsk, it must be unpleasant, right?" "Stop your cold jokes!" Pei Yu rushed up, grabbed a fistful of Shujun’s clothes. He gritted his teeth, "It was you! Had it not been for you, I wouldn’t have been exposed, and He Su wouldn’t have despised me, all of this is your fault! What now? Seeing me in despair, are you satisfied? Are you happy? Are you?!" Shujun burst into laughter. "What are you laughing at?" "My mouth is my own; if I want to laugh, I will laugh. What concern is it of yours?" He pried off Pei Yu’s hand and gave him a shove, then meticulously straightened out his crumpled clothes. "Listen, Pei, I need to tell you something, the chickens come home to roost sooner or later." Pei Yu’s face was twisted with rage, his body shaking with fury, yet Shujun, as if that was not enough, continued his poisonous tirade... "Seeing you in trouble, my heart truly rejoices!" "I feel delighted, I feel relieved!" "What’s the matter? Want to hit me?" "If you’re not afraid of stealing chickens only to lose the rice used to lure them, then by all means, come and try!" "In our younger days in the mountains, whether it was hunting or anything else, in what way were you, Pei Yu, ever better than me?" "You have always been defeated by me!" "This is all you will ever amount to in this life!" "A petty man who schemes can never achieve greatness!" "Being cast aside by He Su from start to finish is what you deserve!" "This is called karma!"