SBCEJM -Chapter 207 Feng Zexuan Storms the Estate at Night and Beats the Traitor Zhao Wenyuan Senseless!

“He’s actually Zhao Wenyuan’s biological son!”

The system confirmed her suspicion.

Zhao Rui’s young face instantly turned deathly pale. Veins bulged across his forehead, even the blood vessels in his neck tightening visibly.

Nonsense!

This Prince of Zhenbei must be talking utter rubbish!

Zhao Rui frantically denied it in his heart.

This was psychological warfare!

A scheme meant to completely break him!

But why…

Why was his heart pounding so violently?

Why were his hands trembling so badly he could barely hold his court tablet?

Why was every instinct screaming at him that this was true?

Even Feng Zexuan was stunned by the twist.

She had always known Zhao Wenyuan was trash, but she never imagined the beast could be this disgusting!

【System, hurry up and explain! What exactly happened here?】

【Back in their village days, Zhao Wenyuan and Zhao Wenxuan got married on the same day.】

The system’s voice carried unusual gravity.

Feng Zexuan thought to herself:

【The same day? That’s pretty uncommon…】

【They married a pair of sisters.】

【The older sister was stunningly beautiful and married the honest Zhao Wenxuan. The younger sister looked ordinary and married the calculating Zhao Wenyuan.】

【But Zhao Wenyuan couldn’t accept it.】

Feng Zexuan’s heart skipped a beat.

【No way… this bastard couldn’t possibly…】

【On the night of the wedding, Zhao Wenyuan got his older brother drunk beyond recognition. Then, under cover of darkness, he sneaked into his sister-in-law’s bridal chamber.】

Feng Zexuan felt thunder explode inside her head.

【Holy shit! The bride didn’t notice?!】

【It was a poor countryside house, lit by a single kerosene lamp. The shy bride had blown out the light early.】

【Zhao Wenyuan and Zhao Wenxuan weren’t twins, but they had similar builds and similar voices.】

【In pitch darkness, how could the bride tell the difference? Afterward, Zhao Wenyuan stripped his drunken brother naked and threw him back onto the bed, fabricating evidence that the marriage had been consummated.】

【When the bride woke up the next morning and saw her “husband” beside her, she naturally assumed last night had been…】

Everyone present felt a chill rush from the soles of their feet straight to their scalp.

What a beast!

This was beyond something a human should be capable of.

Zhao Rui’s mind went blank.

He shook his head desperately, trying to throw off those filthy, vicious words.

Fake! It’s all fake!

【And that wasn’t even the end of it.】

The system’s voice remained emotionless.

【Later, Zhao Wenyuan repeated the same trick several more times.】

【So after Zhao Wenxuan died, Zhao Wenyuan brought Zhao Rui home. On the surface, he claimed he was taking care of his nephew, but in truth he was secretly observing him, trying to determine whether the boy was actually his son.】

【The problem was, even he couldn’t be sure.】

【By then he already had multiple wives and concubines, along with several biological sons. One more or one fewer didn’t matter much to him anymore.】

Feng Zexuan pressed further:

【Can we confirm it? Is Zhao Rui definitely Zhao Wenyuan’s son?】

【One hundred percent confirmed!】

The system answered decisively.

【Using the bloodline tracing function, Zhao Rui and Zhao Wenyuan share a 99.9% blood relation match.】

At that moment, Zhao Rui’s entire world collapsed.

His father was not his father.

His mother had gone mad because of his “second uncle.”

The supposed blood feud was nothing but a lie.

And he himself…

was actually the offspring of the man he hated most, the man he wished to cut into a thousand pieces.

His bloodshot eyes locked onto Feng Huai’an’s mountain-like figure ahead.

He would investigate.

No matter how cruel or filthy the truth was.

He had to dig it out with his own hands.

He would save his mother!

He would kill Zhao Wenyuan!

For himself, for his mother, for the “father” dragged into all this…

he would reclaim justice!

After court adjourned, Feng Zexuan firmly believed in finishing today’s business today.

She headed straight for Zhao Wenyuan’s estate outside the capital.

【System, locate Zhao Rui’s mother!】

【Firewood shed, northeast corner.】

Feng Zexuan slipped along the wall toward the northeast side.

【Host, patrols are weakest here.】

With a light leap, she silently landed inside the estate wall.

The surroundings were deathly quiet, save for distant barking dogs.

Peering through a broken window, she saw a disheveled woman curled up in the corner, muttering to herself.

Feng Zexuan pushed the door open.

The woman suddenly looked up. A trace of clarity flashed through her eyes before turning cloudy again.

【Host, this is Zhao Rui’s mother, Wang Rulan.】

“Careful… run… don’t trust…”

Wang Rulan repeated the same few words, her voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Feng Zexuan walked closer and crouched beside her.

“I’m here to save you.”

She spent five thousand gossip points to exchange for a “Mind-Cleansing Pill” from the system and fed it to Wang.

The medicine worked incredibly fast.

Moments later, Wang’s breathing gradually steadied.

She slowly raised her head. At last, focus returned to those once-clouded eyes.

“I… I…”

She looked down at her filthy clothes, touched her tangled hair, and tears instantly welled up.

“I… I’m still alive?”

“You were poisoned,” Feng Zexuan said bluntly. “The poison has been cured now. I’m Feng Huai’an’s daughter, Feng Zexuan.”

Wang’s body stiffened.

“Daughter… of Lord Feng? You… why are you here…”

“Don’t be afraid.”

Feng Zexuan quickly reassured her.

“My father did not wrongly accuse your husband back then. He truly committed a capital crime. But your son Zhao Rui has been manipulated into seeking revenge against my father.”

Wang’s eyes widened as tears streamed down her face.

“Rui’er… my Rui’er…”

“He’s been deceived by Zhao Wenyuan for over a decade. He’s always believed my father was his father’s killer.”

Feng Zexuan sighed.

“Zhao Wenyuan poisoned you and drove you insane because he feared you would reveal the truth.”

Wang trembled violently, gritting her teeth.

“Zhao Wenyuan… that beast!”

She grabbed Feng Zexuan’s hand urgently.

“Miss Feng, I trust Lord Feng’s integrity. Back then, my husband… truly committed a capital offense. He brought it upon himself. But my son… my son is innocent!”

“I know. That’s why I came to save you.”

Feng Zexuan nodded.

“Your son was deceived, but he hasn’t acted yet. There’s still time.”

Wang wiped away her tears.

“Miss Feng, what can I do for you?”

“I’m going to deal with Zhao Wenyuan first. Later, if your son returns, tell him the truth.”

Wang nodded.

“Alright.”

Looking at the young girl before her, her heart filled with gratitude.

Feng Zexuan arranged for Wang to stay in a clean courtyard on the eastern side of the estate.

“Rest well for now. Wait for my news.”

Wang grabbed her sleeve.

“Miss Feng, alone… can you really handle that old fox Zhao Wenyuan? He has plenty of guards…”

“Don’t worry.”

The moment the words fell, Feng Zexuan soared into the air and landed atop the roof in the blink of an eye.

Wang: …

Good heavens. So she was actually a martial arts master!

Following the system’s directions, Feng Zexuan arrived at Zhao Wenyuan’s main courtyard.

【Zhao Wenyuan is in the main hall, about two hundred meters ahead.】

She lifted a roof tile and peeked inside.

The room was extravagantly decorated, dripping with luxury.

Zhao Wenyuan lounged lazily on a couch. One beauty massaged his legs while another fed him wine. He looked utterly carefree.

【I’m jealous. So this is what early retirement life looks like?】

Feng Zexuan clicked her tongue inwardly.

【You could’ve enjoyed retirement peacefully, but no—you just had to get greedy and seek revenge against my father.】

She took a deep breath and slammed her palm onto the rooftop.

BOOM!

Tiles exploded apart as dust and debris filled the air.

Using the falling rubble as cover, Feng Zexuan dropped through the hole like a phantom.

“AHHH—!”

The two beauties screamed in terror and fled.

Zhao Wenyuan smashed his wine cup and sprang up from the couch.

“Men! Guards—!”

Before he could finish shouting, Feng Zexuan was already upon him.

She lunged forward, fingers curled like claws, aiming directly for the pressure point on his shoulder.

Zhao Wenyuan had practiced martial arts in his younger years and instinctively dodged backward.

But how could he possibly match Feng Zexuan?

Her left hand feinted, drawing away his attention. Then her right hand suddenly shifted direction and struck the back of his neck with pinpoint accuracy.

Crack.

Zhao Wenyuan’s body went limp as he collapsed to the floor.

“Y-you… who are you?!”

Feng Zexuan ignored him. She pulled a rope from her storage space and, in a few swift motions, tied him up like a dumpling before hanging him from the ceiling beam.

Zhao Wenyuan roared furiously.

“How dare you! Do you know who I am?! I’m the former Assistant Director of the Ministry of War!”

“I know.”

Feng Zexuan drew out her whip.

“You’re also a traitor who sold military intelligence.”

“How do you know that…”