Meng Qing smiled faintly, “Feiying, you’ve learned quite a bit!”
“Of course, I can now share the burden for my big brother.” Tu Feiying saw his elder brother’s rare smile and couldn’t help but laugh along.
Meng Qing’s smile faded, “Half a month ago was when your brother was in pain. At that time, your brother was stabbed in the back, and many people outside were calling him a traitor. Where was this good brother of mine to share my burden then?” As he spoke, he forcefully smashed the bowl in his hand onto the floor, the delicate porcelain bowl shattering with a “bang” and fragments scattering everywhere.
Tu Feiying was stunned. He hurriedly followed Meng Qing as he walked out of the dining hall, “Brother, don’t be angry. I didn’t want to come; at that time, I couldn’t get away. Besides, I didn’t expect the matter to blow up so big.”
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Meng Qing’s left arm, and his other hand deliberately patted his left back.
That was where Tu Feiwei was injured.
Meng Qing’s expression did not change at all. Instead, he raised his left arm and forcefully shook off Tu Feiying, saying coldly, “Get back to your own territory! My troops, don’t even think about touching a finger!”
Tu Feiying was extremely disappointed. Earlier that morning, he had inquired about Tu Feiwei’s injury from Yu Taoer. Yu Taoer had no guard against him, and under his careful questioning, she told him everything she had seen.
According to her, Tu Feiwei should have suffered a severe gunshot wound, with the injury extending from his chest through to his back, causing massive bleeding that stained half the bedsheet red. He had even passed out for a while. How could he look fine just a few days later? Moreover, Yu Taoer said that A Ju was the one who shot Tu Feiwei, so why was he so caring and protective of the maid who had shot him?
Could Yu Taoer have lied to him?!
Tu Feiying’s face darkened. Yu Taoer must have been instructed by Tu Feiwei to lie. But why? Could this “injury” be fake, just to test him?
