MCSCPM -Chapter 260 Who Is He Really?

Leng Yi looked slightly disappointed. “I’ve already sent many people to search, even the nearby villages have been checked, but there’s still no news.”

At this moment, Chu Jingcheng and Yin Qingyue exchanged glances. Both were thinking about whether to tell Leng Yi about the situation at the Yan household, but Chu Jingcheng shook his head slightly, deciding not to reveal it for the time being.

“Keep searching. Don’t let any hope slip by.”

“Yes, sir.”

Leng Yi quickly withdrew, planning to send more people to look for Leng Feng.

Yin Qingyue was a bit puzzled. She asked Chu Jingcheng, “Why not tell Leng Yi? He’s different from Ding Ying. Moreover, having him secretly investigate the Yan household would be the best way to find out.”

“Yin Qingyue, I know Leng Yi even better than you do. He may not show his emotions, but how could he not worry? They’re brothers. He’s even more anxious than Ding Ying.”

“You, as a prince, really understand your subordinates.”

“Of course I do.”

“And what about me? How well do you understand me?” Yin Qingyue asked suddenly.

Chu Jingcheng was caught off guard. He walked a few steps closer and said, “Yin Qingyue, I believe you like me. Tell me, am I right?”

She smiled softly, turning her back to him. “Is that how well you know me?”

“Yes. I know that you like me.”

This time, Yin Qingyue did not deny it, but smiled to herself behind his back.

Chu Jingcheng, seeing no rejection, felt elated. He took a deep breath and said, “Tonight, I’ll take you to the Yan household to find out whether that person is really Leng Feng.”

“What?” Yin Qingyue was surprised. “Us? You’re still injured. How can you go?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve said before, these injuries won’t stop me.”

“No. You can’t go. If I knew this was your plan, I should’ve told Leng Yi earlier.” Yin Qingyue’s stance was firm.

“I’m glad you care so much for me. But I still need to go myself. Bringing you, a divine doctor, along—what could possibly go wrong?”

“That’s just sophistry.”

“So what?” Chu Jingcheng suddenly grasped her hand, a devilish smile on his lips.

Yin Qingyue was speechless but felt her heart skip a beat. She didn’t want to blush in front of him. She immediately pulled her hand back and walked toward the door, saying, “I’ll go check on Ding Ying. Tell me tonight when we leave.”

She seemed to be making a “hasty retreat.”

Chu Jingcheng looked behind her, beaming. Yin Qingyue had indeed changed—she no longer rejected him, showing a touch of femininity, which he liked very much.

At the Yan household…

Yan Ling was sitting at her dressing table, repeatedly shaping her eyebrows and carefully applying blush. Her small face looked exquisite.

She picked up a golden hairpin from the box, then a wooden one, comparing them carefully in her hands, hesitating for a long time.

Seeing this, Cui’er stepped forward. “Miss, what’s the matter?”

Yan Ling slammed the two hairpins on the table. “Cui’er, if it were up to you, which one would you choose?”

“Ah? Cui’er…”

“Just choose! Why hesitate so long? Or neither will remain.”

Cui’er looked, thought for a moment, and cautiously said, “I would choose the golden hairpin—it would look especially beautiful in your hair.”

Yan Ling was clearly satisfied. She picked up the golden hairpin and placed it on Cui’er’s head. “You’re right. The golden hairpin is beautiful.”

She then twirled the wooden hairpin in her hand. “This wooden hairpin is so plain. Who would choose it?”

“Miss, you mean…?”

“That Ding Ying is the wooden hairpin. And I’m the golden one. Who wouldn’t want me?” Yan Ling said confidently.

Even Cui’er, not the brightest, understood. “Yes, Miss is the golden hairpin. No one can compete with you.”

“You talk well. But that stubborn Leng Feng—why doesn’t he choose?”

Again, it all came back to Leng Feng.

Yan Ling returned to the dressing table, picking up her eyebrow pencil to redo her makeup repeatedly, erasing and reapplying, back and forth several times.

Cui’er came to comb her hair. “There must be countless people in Tuoshui County who want to marry you. If Master Leng knew, he’d be begging you to marry him!”

“Really?”

“Of course! He’s locked in the woodshed now. Once he realizes it, he’ll come around.”

Yan Ling looked at Cui’er in the mirror. “When did you become so sweet?”

Cui’er said nothing, continuing to comb her hair.

After a while, Cui’er mentioned casually, “Last time when fetching medicine for Master Leng, I ran into the same girl twice at Doctor Liang’s place. I wonder if I’ll see her again next time?”

“Oh? What kind of girl?”

“Very beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone like her in Tuoshui County. She seems from out of town. Probably won’t be there next time.”

Yan Ling teased, “So she’s even prettier than me?”

Cui’er quickly said, “Of course not. Our Miss is the most beautiful, no one can compare.”

Yan Ling sighed. “Even if she’s pretty, he still won’t notice her.”

At that moment, she felt uneasy. Suddenly she asked, curious, “You said that girl seemed from out of town?”

“Yes, and she knows medicine. She even discussed with Doctor Liang several times!”

Yan Ling, known for her intelligence in Tuoshui, immediately suspected something. A mysterious beautiful girl, skilled in medicine, appeared when saving Leng Feng, who was dressed in a guard’s uniform at the time—who could she be?

Still suspicious, Yan Ling asked, “Cui’er, when you were fetching the medicine, did she see the prescription?”

Cui’er thought for a moment. “It fell on the ground. She picked it up and returned it to me.”

Yan Ling fell into deep thought, feeling uneasy. She liked Leng Feng and couldn’t let anyone take him away.

Suddenly slamming the table, she got up and walked toward the door.

“Miss, where are you going?” Cui’er quickly followed.

At the woodshed, two servants guarded the door. Seeing Yan Ling, they hurried to open it.

As the door opened, they saw Leng Feng lying lazily on a straw pile, a straw in his mouth.

Seeing Yan Ling, he didn’t get up but spat out the straw and looked away.

“Leng Feng, have you made up your mind?”

“I don’t need to think. I’ve decided. I won’t marry you,” Leng Feng said with a smile.

Yan Ling had suffered repeated setbacks with him. Over the years, she had never been so patient—rescuing him, treating his injuries, and shamelessly trying to marry him.

“Fine, Leng Feng. Since you’re not afraid of death or being locked up, I’ll ask you one thing. Just answer me honestly.”

“What?”

Yan Ling asked seriously, “About your identity—tell me, who are you really?”

Leng Feng’s expression turned serious. He propped himself up and said, “You want to know? I’m not telling you.”

“Leng Feng, don’t refuse me. My patience is limited.”

“So?” Leng Feng’s eyes gleamed with mischief.

Yan Ling, frustrated many times by him, restrained herself from hitting him. She deliberately said, “Listen. When I saved you, you were wearing the guard’s uniform. I took it off and threw it into the river. If someone came looking for you, they would think you were dead.”

“What? You wicked woman!” Leng Feng grabbed her arm fiercely. “I’d rather you hadn’t saved me. You’re cruel.”

“Worried that Ding Ying would see the clothes and think you’re dead, then sacrifice herself?”

“Listen. If anything happens to Ding Ying, I’ll kill you.” For the first time, he showed such a fierce look to a woman.

Yan Ling pushed him forcefully. “Fine. If you want Ding Ying safe, tell me who you really are. Maybe I won’t punish you.”

“Release me?”

“Yes, release you.” Yan Ling said confidently, though Cui’er knew she was bluffing.

Leng Feng didn’t know if she was serious. Hesitant, he finally decided not to hide anymore.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. I came from the capital. Yes, that uniform was a guard’s. Correct, I’m the King Jing’s personal guard.”

Yan Ling was stunned. “King Jing’s personal guard? How did you get injured?”

“That’s none of your business. You now know my identity. Realize it—King Jing is not someone you can offend.”

“Yes, I can’t offend him. But what about Ding Ying? Who is she?”

“She’s the daughter of the Minister of Justice. We’re already secretly betrothed. When I return, I will marry her. There’s absolutely no possibility between us.”

His words, firm and final, both angered and provoked Yan Ling.

“Leng Feng, do you know my personality? Whatever I want, I must have.”

“What do you want?” Leng Feng asked, baffled. “You’re like a bandit.”

Yan Ling sneered. “I admit, if you’re truly under King Jing, I can’t touch you. And your heart is already with Ding Ying. So… some things must be done.”

With that, she called the two servants in. “Today I intend to marry, but quietly. Hurry and take the young master to change his clothes.”

Young master? Leng Feng froze in shock. In his mind, one phrase came to him: The tyrant is forcing the marriage!