MCSCPM -Chapter 262 Rescuing Leng Feng

If this was true, Ding Ying would surely be devastated.

Chu Jingcheng understood what she was worried about—he knew Leng Feng’s character.

“Don’t overthink it. Leng Feng isn’t that kind of man.”

With that, he took Yin Qingyue’s hand and headed in the direction the servant had pointed.

The west wing was festively decorated, with red banners and lanterns everywhere. Aside from the lack of drums and gongs, the setup was joyous and celebratory.

Yan Ling was indeed clever—she hadn’t alerted anyone, likely to avoid drawing attention, and to prevent anyone from coming to find Leng Feng.

Inside a room in the west wing, red candles flickered over stacks of treasures—gold, silver, and rare valuables filled the space.

Leng Feng had been forcibly dressed in the groom’s attire by the servants and was now tied up and brought into the bridal chamber. Leaning against the bed, he was furious and humiliated.

If he hadn’t been seriously injured internally, these people wouldn’t even be a match for him—let alone tie him up and drag him into the bridal chamber. He probably would have escaped long ago.

Leng Feng thought, What does this Yan Ling want? Has she gone mad with desire? Or is she just desperate? And why does my misfortune fall on me?

If he ever escaped, he’d definitely have to burn incense both morning and night.

Yan Ling approached in her striking red wedding dress, looking both imposing and proud.

“Leng Feng, you can’t escape now. Why not just agree to me? It’ll be better than suffering this humiliation,” she said.

“Miss Yan, what’s so good about me? I’ve told you clearly—I’m just a guard, not royalty, with no money or status. Marrying me would only be a grievance for you,” Leng Feng replied helplessly.

Yan Ling didn’t care at all. She pointed at the gold and treasures around the room. “See this? I can have as much as I want. Your wealth doesn’t matter. As for power—here in Tuoshui County, my Yan household’s status is such that even the county magistrate wouldn’t dare to challenge me.”

“So you don’t even consider King Jing? If he knew I was trapped here, Miss Yan, not just a finger but even a hair of mine, my lord would retrieve it from you!”

“Really? And where is your lord now? If he wanted you, he’d have found you long ago. Probably he thinks you’re dead and has already arranged your funeral,” Yan Ling said coldly, each word sharp.

Leng Feng, hearing this, began to doubt. When Yan Ling had thrown his clothes in the river, if King Jing really tried to find him, he might have thought him dead and even buried him without recovering the body.

Yan Ling could see what Leng Feng was thinking. She continued, beating the side drum of her argument.

“Leng Feng, being with me harms you not at all. You know I will never let you go, and your lord won’t come for you. So why torture yourself?”

She stepped closer, noticing the red marks left on his wrists by the ropes. She felt a pang of pity—but also thought it was his own fault. If he agreed, he’d be fine.

“If you nod, I’ll untie you. How about that?” Yan Ling said.

“I absolutely won’t agree.”

“Leng Feng, I’ve already given you face. Don’t test my patience.”

“Then you’d better let me go.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Yan Ling snapped, stepping forward and grabbing his collar. “Don’t think I have no way with you. I’ve never failed to get what I want. Tonight is our bridal night—once the rice is cooked, there’s no undoing it. Let’s see what you’ll say then.”

This woman was insane.

Struggling, Leng Feng shouted, “Yan Ling, you’re crazy! If you dare do anything, I swear I’ll kill you!”

Yan Ling sneered. “Don’t be foolish. You’re tied up—kill me? Do you have that ability?”

Suddenly, Leng Feng seemed to have an idea. Right—he was still tied up. To escape, he first had to get out of the ropes; otherwise, running was impossible.

He thought for a moment, then a reluctant grin spread across his face.

“Miss Yan, aren’t you supposed to consummate the marriage with me? Look—you’ve tied me up. How exactly do you plan to do that?”

Yan Ling noticed how quickly his expression changed. She knew he was scheming—but he had a point. Tied up, how could he proceed?

Still, she hesitated. “If I untie you, won’t you just run?”

“Run? If I could run, would I have been brought here by your servants?”

“But…”

“Fine. If you refuse to untie me, that’s your choice. I just want to see how you manage this alone,” Leng Feng said, turning his head arrogantly, as if daring her.

Yan Ling slowly loosened his collar, thinking carefully.

If she didn’t untie him, how could she finish the rice-cooked deed? But Leng Feng was tricky; if released, who knew what might happen? Still, he was injured internally. Even if he wanted to escape, he would remain within the Yan estate.

She coughed. “Are you sure you won’t run? Will you stay with me?”

“Then will you untie me or not?”

“Fine. I’ll release you—but if you try to run, I swear you’ll suffer ten times worse than now,” Yan Ling warned, carefully untying him.

As soon as the ropes were off, Leng Feng shook his arms and legs vigorously. The marks from the ropes were red and purple, and now his blood flow felt much freer.

Yan Ling threw the ropes aside. “You’re untied. Now, aren’t you going to repay me?” She pressed his shoulders toward the bed.

Perfect. His escape plan hadn’t even started before he was pinned to the bed—he was utterly trapped.

At that moment, the main door was suddenly kicked open.

The loud noise startled Yan Ling to sit upright in shock. Leng Feng also sat up, pale.

Chu Jingcheng and Yin Qingyue entered, and the emotions on their faces were too complex to describe.

Yin Qingyue clenched her fists, furious. This man had forgotten Ding Ying, now wearing red to marry another woman—he deserved to die. They had been worried about him all this time!

“Who dares barge in here?” Yan Ling shouted.

Chu Jingcheng’s gaze fell on Leng Feng, then Yan Ling. “Where I want to go, there’s nowhere I cannot go, nothing I cannot enter.”

He called himself “my lord”? Yan Ling froze. Could this be King Jing? She glanced at the woman next to him, whose eyes locked on Leng Feng as if she wanted to kill him. Could she be Ding Ying? Just as Cui’er said—truly a goddess.

In the next moment, Leng Feng immediately rose from the bed and knelt on one knee.

“My lord, greetings.”

“Leng Feng, it seems you’ve already forgotten my orders, enjoying yourself here so freely.”

“You misunderstand, my lord!” Leng Feng was speechless, unsure how to explain.

Yin Qingyue stepped forward, her tone sharp. “Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? Should we wait until the bed curtains are drawn?”

“It’s not like that!” Leng Feng tried to explain but was stopped by Yan Ling.

“Leng Feng, you can’t go anywhere.” She turned to Chu Jingcheng. “So you are King Jing. Though Leng Feng is your guard, he is now my husband. Today is our wedding day—he must stay.”

Yin Qingyue smiled. “And if we refuse?”

“Then we’ll see if you have the ability to leave,” Yan Ling replied, preparing to order her servants.

Chu Jingcheng stepped forward, restraining her. Yin Qingyue cooperated, taking the rope Yan Ling had discarded and quickly tying her up.

“What are you trying to do?” Yan Ling struggled, but her hands were bound tightly.

Chu Jingcheng’s cold face showed no emotion. “I am taking Leng Feng. You cannot stop me.”

With that, Chu Jingcheng grabbed Leng Feng and headed out, Yin Qingyue following without hesitation.

Bound in the room, Yan Ling could barely contain her fury, wishing she could strike Chu Jingcheng and snatch Leng Feng back. But a brave hero never suffers immediate losses—and she was a woman.

She could wait. There would be time to act later; they likely wouldn’t leave Tuoshui County quickly.

Meanwhile, those in the Yan household were alerted by the noise. Previously, Yan Ling had forbidden disturbances, so the maids and servants had been waiting outside. As the commotion grew, they entered to check.

The servants saw their Miss tied up and quickly tried to untie her.

Cui’er anxiously asked, “Miss, what happened? Where’s the young master?”

Yan Ling glared at her, unwillingly saying, “Forget it. No wedding today—the young master is gone.”

“Gone? Miss, what happened?”

“Don’t ask.”

Just then, the servant who had been knocked unconscious stumbled in and knelt, pleading. “Miss, it’s my fault. Two people threatened me to reveal where the young master was. I was scared, so I… told them.”

“You reckless fool!” Yan Ling kicked him out.

The servant, terrified, scrambled away.

Yan Ling’s anger boiled inside. Leng Feng, just wait. I’ll make you pay.

Meanwhile, Leng Feng was taken out of the Yan household, explaining himself the whole way.

“My lord, it’s not what you think. I was injured before—she rescued me.”

Yin Qingyue glared. “So you submitted yourself to her?”

“What do you mean submitted? That crazy woman insisted on marrying me. I was injured and couldn’t fight, so she tied me up in the bridal chamber. I swear to heaven, I had no choice.”

“Swear to heaven? Then what we saw earlier was fake?”

“My hands and feet were tied. I had to find a way to get out, so I tried persuading her. Once the ropes were undone, she… anyway, my lord, I’ve followed you for years—don’t you trust me?” Leng Feng’s explanation was frantic, his frustration mounting.