Chapter 328: A Slap for the Young Prince!

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Chapter 328: A Slap for the Young Prince!

The following day, in the library.

Ling Feng was engrossed in a book about forging, thoroughly enjoying his reading.

"My cousin said you were looking for me?"

A pleasant voice interrupted his thoughts. Ling Feng looked up to see Qin Wanwan, whom he had asked Liu Yunfei to invite. He preferred not to visit the girls' dormitory to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Yes, have a seat."

Ling Feng nodded, gesturing for Qin Wanwan to sit next to him.

Qin Wanwan bit her lip and asked, "Why did you want to see me all of a sudden?"

"I heard someone sent you flowers the other day?" Ling Feng asked casually.

"Yes, a thousand of them. It was quite a spectacle!" Qin Wanwan replied with an exaggerated expression. "I almost regret throwing them away now."

"Have you had a change of heart? Ready to accept your fate?" Ling Feng touched his nose bridge as he asked with interest.

"Accept my foot!"

Qin Wanwan fiercely glared at Ling Feng, gritting her teeth as she said, "If I had known, I would have kept the flowers and given them to the most beautiful girl in the Central Court to help you win her over sooner!"

Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly. "Well, thank you very much!"

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and thought to himself: Sometimes, a woman's stubbornness can be quite troublesome.

"Hey, isn't that Wanwan? What a coincidence!"

At that moment, a voice with a magnetic quality could be heard.

Qin Wanwan immediately frowned, clenching her delicate fists as she muttered, "This guy is like a lingering ghost!"

Ling Feng turned his head to see a man in a luxurious robe with golden threads striding towards Qin Wanwan. This man was quite handsome, but there was a hint of frivolity in his eyes. His face had a slight yellowish hue, indicating that he was drained from excessive indulgence in women.

Clearly, he was a scoundrel!

With a crisp sound, Mo Lin's arm was broken.

"Ah!"

Mo Lin let out a pig-like scream, his entire body trembling. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on me?"

Mo Lin's previously handsome face twisted in agony. "What are you waiting for? Get him! All of you, take this bastard down!"

Clang!

In an instant, all the lackeys who had come with Mo Lin drew their weapons, surrounding Ling Feng. However, because Ling Feng was holding Mo Lin, they didn't dare make any rash moves.

"Ling Feng, don't act recklessly. He's a young prince!"

Qin Wanwan was frantic. She knew Ling Feng was never one to fear authority, but this time, the opponent's background was too formidable. Even the Jiangling royal family had to swallow their pride in the face of it.

"Did you hear that, you lowly scum?" Mo Lin's face twisted in anger as he glared at Ling Feng. "You damned peasant, let go of me now! Aren't you afraid that my father will exterminate your entire family?"

"Exterminate my family?" Ling Feng slapped Mo Lin hard across the face. "You, a spoiled brat with a history of misconduct, think you can do whatever you want because of your status? Do you really believe your royal family is above all?"

Smack!

The loud slap left Mo Lin dazed, blood streaming from his nose.

"You lowly dog, how dare you hit me? How dare you slap me!"

Mo Lin's eyes widened in fury, and he flailed his arms, cursing Ling Feng viciously. No one had ever dared to strike him like this—not even his own father.

"You clearly lack discipline. That slap was on behalf of your father. Make sure to thank him for me!"

"How dare you offend the young prince!"

"Kid, let go of the young prince, or even a hundred lives won't save you!"

"Fine, let's see about that!"

Ling Feng tightened his grip on Mo Lin's neck, unfazed. "I'm just a lowly peasant. Exchanging my life for a young prince's seems like a good deal to me!"