TFWYH – Chapter 787 Clan Chief Ling Ke

Tang Wan looked puzzled.

After Ling Shang and his group left, she frowned and looked at Murong Hong. “Father, let’s go back to the Ministry of Personnel residence. I’ll dress your wounds.”

Murong Hong nodded, then looked at her as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Tang Wan didn’t notice and helped him outside.

Ling Yu, however, caught the expression on Murong Hong’s face.

By the time the three of them returned to the Shangshu Residence, dawn had already broken.

They happened to run into Ling Yue and Ling Chen, who were on their way to the academy.

The siblings were startled by Murong Hong’s condition. Forgetting about going out, they hurried over to help.

Everyone assisted Murong Hong into a room. Tang Wan carefully treated his injuries and bandaged them.

Afterward, she left medicine and bandages behind and went outside, asking Ling Yu to wrap the areas that were inconvenient for her to handle.

In ancient times, even biological fathers and daughters observed proper boundaries between men and women, let alone the fact that she and Murong Hong were not related by blood.

Once only Murong Hong and Ling Yu remained in the room, Ling Yu finally asked,

“Father-in-law, did you have something you wanted to say to Wan’er earlier?”

Murong Hong sighed and nodded.

“I’m only worried that next time, it won’t be Ling Shang who comes.”

Ling Yu’s expression hardened.

“Father-in-law, do you mean… the Empress might come personally?”

“Very likely,” Murong Hong replied helplessly. “Actually, if the Empress herself comes, that wouldn’t be too bad. She only has Wan’er as her sole granddaughter now and dotes on her dearly. If you two discuss things properly and come up with a satisfactory solution, she’ll listen.”

“What truly worries me is…”

His face darkened, and even his voice carried a trace of gritted hatred.

“The leader of the Spirit Clan—Ling Ke.”

Everyone believed that the person who had ruined Tang Fenghua’s life was the Second Princess. Even he himself had once thought so.

But the truth?

The one who truly destroyed Tang Fenghua’s life was Ling Ke, the Spirit Clan chief.

She had merely slept with a man. In the Kingdom of Feng, that wasn’t considered a major issue. At worst, she could simply marry him.

If not for that man, if not for the Spirit Clan’s arrogance and ridiculous rules, how could Tang Fenghua have committed such a grave offense, been forced into exile, and ultimately died in childbirth far from home?

If Murong Hong had anyone he hated most in this life besides the already-dead Second Princess, it was undoubtedly Ling Ke.

At the mention of Ling Ke, he wished he could cut that bastard into a thousand pieces.

“Ling Ke is no good man,” Murong Hong said coldly. “When I was young, I attended palace banquets with my mother and saw him from afar several times. At that time, the previous clan leader—his father—was still alive, and he wasn’t the chief yet.”

“A palace maid accidentally brushed against his sleeve while pouring him wine, and he immediately chopped off her hand.”

“He always wore that detached, otherworldly expression, but in reality, he considered himself superior to everyone. He looked down on ordinary people like us.”

“To put it plainly, in his eyes, people like us—including even the Empress—are nothing more than ants.”

Despite his hatred, there wasn’t the slightest exaggeration in Murong Hong’s words.

That man truly regarded himself as a god.

And what god would ever care about mortals?

What Murong Hong didn’t mention was that, in their youth, he and the other noble sons had obeyed their parents and tried to befriend Ling Ke. They had all offered him wine, hoping to welcome him into their circle.

And what had Ling Ke done?

He had looked down on them with lofty disdain and casually uttered a single sentence:

“A bunch of ants… and you think you’re worthy?”

That damned bastard!

If his mother hadn’t stopped him back then, he would have tried to beat the man into the ground—

Though, admittedly, he might not have won.

Recalling those events, Murong Hong feared that Ling Yu might not take the matter seriously enough, so he emphasized once more:

“Son-in-law, you must prepare yourself mentally. Wan’er is Ling Ke’s biological daughter. He will never allow his daughter to become husband and wife with someone he considers nothing more than an ant.”