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Leaning Against Feng Er, Xia Ling looked at General Feng. Even though her face was Pale, her expression was still calm.

"Father, the elopement is all my daughter's fault. It has nothing to do with Feng Er. "

"No, it's all Feng Er's fault. Please punish him, general. " Feng Er supported Xia Ling and knelt in front of General Feng again.

General Feng held the whip in his hand. Seeing his daughter looking so haggard and still protecting the secret guard, a hint of hesitation rose in general Feng's heart.

He put his hands behind his back and hid the bloody whip marks behind his back.

"Send Miss Back to her room first, " General Feng said in a deep voice.

Xia Ling was helped by the maidservants next to her. Xia Ling leaned on them and reluctantly followed them.

Before she left, she looked at General Feng and Feng Er from the corner of her eyes.

Feng Er knelt there. General Feng turned around and changed to a whip. This whip was very thin, but it had barbs.

Xia Ling's eyes flashed.

She knew that Feng Er would not be able to avoid this fight. After all, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick. It was not a big deal to suffer a little.

General Feng Knew Feng Yan's temper. If he beat up Feng Er, Feng Yan would not pay attention to him for the rest of her life, so Xia Ling did not say anything.

When she was a little far away, the sound of whips could be heard in the hall, but Feng Er did not make a sound.

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The next day, Xia Ling lay in Feng Yan's Boudoir to recuperate.

The Golden Sore medicine she used was the best. General Feng had gotten it from the imperial physician in the palace. It was worth a thousand gold coins, and after using it, there would not even be a scar.

She asked the maidservants to find the Butler and send a bottle to Feng Er.

This medicine... ...

Feng Er probably would not use it, but Xia Ling sending it was also a token of her goodwill.

Favorability + 10.

From receiving the whip for Feng Er yesterday to delivering the Medicine Today, two consecutive incidents finally opened Feng Er's heart door to her.

Favorability 47, rising and falling all the way, and now it finally reached 62.

Xia Ling curved her lips, paying close attention to the rumors outside the market.

During this period of time, General Feng suppressed the news of Feng Yan's disappearance and asked Madam Feng to go to the temple outside the city to burn incense and worship, saying that she had gone with Feng Yan.

Xia Ling had returned, and Madam Feng would naturally come back when she received the news.

General Feng had suppressed the news so well, while Sima Zhao's side had gone to waste. He would definitely not let this matter rest.

On the third day, Madam Feng returned.

She went to Xia Ling's Boudoir and looked at the hideous whip wound on her back. She wept and sobbed for her son. She turned around and went into General Feng's study to make a scene with General Feng, directly scratching General Feng's face.

General Feng was afraid of his own family. This was known by everyone in the imperial court.

On the fourth day, the opportunity that Xia Ling had been waiting for finally arrived.

Sima Zhao's men came back. When they heard that Feng Yan had already returned to the manor, they couldn't sit still and began to spread the news of Sima Zhao and Feng Yan eloping in the capital.

Sima Zhao Had Feng Yan's handwritten letter with him. The small embroidered letter was proof that Feng Yan had asked him to meet her to elude her.

Xia Ling had long expected that they would do this. When she heard this rumor in the marketplace, she had people burn all the embroidered and written letters that Feng Yan had personally written in the Feng Manor.

Not long after Feng Yan returned to the capital from the frontier fortress, there weren't many traces of such handwriting left. It was very easy to remove them.

Then, Xia Ling waited.

She had an injury on her back, so she could only lie on the bed to recuperate every day.

She was in the Boudoir, and her back was usually exposed. She only had a brocade quilt around her waist.

This way, she could dry the wound to avoid leaving a scar. Life was too boring, so Xia Ling found some Buddhist scriptures to copy.