Chapter 26 Manipulating the Scumbag Father
In her previous life, Wen Xueling had seen this person in the dungeons of Slave City.
But why was he here?
Wen Xueling’s lower lip was bitten deeply, her fingers trembling with emotion. A truth she refused to believe suddenly flashed in her mind.
Could it be that someone in the Prime Minister’s Estate was connected to those devils in Slave City?
Then, had the tortures she suffered in the dungeons in her previous life been standard punishments in Slave City, or was it because......
Someone had specifically ordered them?
She had already been sent to the point of no return in Slave City, why couldn't these people leave her alone!
The young physician’s gaze turned into cold needles, looking directly at her, his eyes filled with suspicion.
Just a moment ago.
He had sensed intense killing intent from her, but it vanished in an instant.
Wen Xueling sat on the chair, the veins on the back of her hand highlighting her indignation. She felt all the warmth in her body dissipate in an instant.
“Father, what if……I don’t kneel?” Her voice was strangely calm as she spoke.
Her scumbag father’s face was ashen, his eyes glinting with an overbearing chill. “You dare!”
She smiled without warmth, retorting, “Why wouldn’t I dare? Father, don’t forget, half of your blood flows in my veins too.”
Wen Jingshu harshly scolded her, “You don’t deserve it!”
Heh, she didn’t deserve it?
She didn’t want to!
Realizing that her nightmares from the previous life might have involved her scumbag father’s hand, Wen Xueling could no longer control her disgust as she looked into his eyes.
A nauseating sensation, like snake gall and coptis exploding simultaneously, churned in her mouth, making her want to vomit.
She turned to look at the guards holding her arms, her icy gaze as if looking at two dead men.
Their hearts skipped a beat, and they unconsciously loosened their grip.
“I thought, if I tried my best to be good to Father, one day, Father’s eyes would see my goodness.”
She deliberately spoke slowly, each word like a poison-dipped blade, making the change in her attitude before her scumbag father appear as a retaliation after extreme heartache, making everything seem more natural.
Wen Xueling paused for about a breath, then chuckled softly.
“It turns out I was foolishly dreaming. Father’s heart has never had me in it, from beginning to end.”
As she spoke, she walked to a nearby cabinet, opened the wardrobe, and took out a crossbow which she considered a defective product.
Its outline vaguely showed the shadow of the Liang family army’s combat crossbows.
Wen Xueling raised her hand and slammed the object violently onto the ground, as if venting all the hatred she had suppressed for two lifetimes onto this crossbow.
“Since that’s the case, then this crossbow related to the General-of-Pacifying-the-Nation’s Estate, Father probably wouldn’t want to know about it anyway.”
Wen Jingshu’s pupils suddenly constricted sharply. “Stop!”
But it was too late.
The wooden crossbow disintegrated on the ground, its wreckage scattered everywhere.
“How could you have this!”
Recently, Wen Jingshu had been having his subordinates investigate where those divine bows of the Liang family army, which appeared out of nowhere, had come from, but he had received no news.
He never expected to see something identical in his own Prime Minister’s Estate, and to have it smashed before his eyes!
Wen Jingshu regretted it immensely.
Wen Xueling watched him smile, which angered her scumbag father, who again wanted to resort to violence against her, but she did not give him the opportunity.
He slammed his hand heavily on the table and coldly ordered the guards behind him, “Search everything!”
“Don’t miss a single corner!”
She looked at her scumbag father’s distorted face, and his urgent ambition to find the weakness of the General-of-Pacifying-the-Nation’s Estate.
Wen Xueling’s eyes revealed mockery.
Beside them, Wen Jingshu remained silent, quietly watching the guards mess up the room.
Upon receiving the order, the guards immediately went to the wardrobe where she had just taken the item, throwing all the clothes onto the floor, but found nothing.
Their dirty, long boots stepped on her newly purchased clothes.
Each step was like trampling her underfoot……crushing and ravaging.
They searched all the cabinets in the room, and even her bedding was thrown onto the floor, completely disregarding how she would sleep that night.
And all of this was condoned by her scumbag father.
“Prime Minister, we’ve searched everywhere, and found no crossbow.”
After searching the room with no results, the guards all knelt on the ground, awaiting her scumbag father’s orders.
The broken crossbow on the ground had already been picked up by a guard and placed on the table, but it was impossible to put it back together.
Considering the materials for making the crossbow, Wen Xueling had chosen the most ordinary wood when creating it. The crossbow she had just smashed was also her initial work.
It should have been discarded long ago, but she had forgotten and simply tossed it onto a shelf in the cabinet.
Just then!
A flash of inspiration struck Wen Xueling’s mind, and she thought of this item.
She knew well that for a man like her scumbag father, who was opportunistic and abandoned his wife and children, value was the only thing that would garner his attention.
Since being a daughter wouldn’t work, she would use the identity of an enemy.
A thick shadow fell over Wen Jingshu’s eyes, and a fierce, sharp look suddenly erupted.
“Speak! Where did you get this object from!”
The afterglow outside the window completely disappeared.
Other courtyards in the Prime Minister’s Estate had already lit their lamps, but Folding Willow Courtyard remained pitch black.
Like……that dark dungeon in her previous life where she couldn’t see her own hand.
Wen Xueling clutched her chest, feigning fear, “Father suddenly brought so many people into your daughter’s boudoir, and spoke so fiercely to Ling’er, it’s truly……”
She forced a smile of fear, her eyes full of provocation, “……it really frightened Ling’er.”
The hot tea in the teacup on the table had already turned cold.
Wen Xueling, however, didn’t seem to mind. She picked up the cold tea and took a sip, the chill slowly flowing down her throat.
She cast a side glance, giving her scumbag father an innocent look, “Father, with that fright, Ling’er can’t remember anything at all.”
“Wen Xueling!”
“Oh, so Father still remembers that Ling’er’s surname is Wen?”
The young girl’s beauty was enough to captivate nations, but at this moment, she exuded the aura of a vengeful spirit crawled out from hell.
“Get out!” This was directed at the guards and maids in the room.
Just now, when the guards searched the room, they had loosened their grip on Tangchun and Tangxia, and the two immediately came to her side.
They stood on either side of Wen Xueling in a protective stance, and upon hearing her words, they turned to look at her with worried expressions.
It was as if they were ready to charge forward and fight with their lives at her command.
Wen Xueling was very worried about her mother in the adjacent room. From the moment her scumbag father entered, she hadn’t heard any sound from the other side, and she didn't know what he had done to her mother.
She gave Tangchun a look, signaling her to check on her mother’s condition.
Receiving her hint, Tangchun nodded with a grave expression, pulled Tangxia, who was reluctant to leave, and quickly exited the room.
Before leaving, the guards lit the candles in the room.
The door was closed from the outside, leaving only Wen Xueling and her scumbag father in the room.
Wen Jingshu realized that she was a person who responded to gentleness but not to force. Just as he was about to coax her, he saw the candles on the table being extinguished.
The room plunged into darkness once more.
“Father, do you want the General-of-Pacifying-the-Nation’s crossbows to serve Rong Kingdom, or to……”
In the darkness where her scumbag father couldn’t see, her fingers had already touched the fabric pouch at her waist. Inside was another firearm that could send him to his grave.
Wen Xueling held it tightly in her palm and sneered, “……for her in Qingxin Courtyard?”
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