The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 310

Wei Xinglu, still covering his mouth, managed to mutter, "Holy shit."

Zong Wenxiu: "..." This is insane.

This was too explosive—he needed a moment to process.

His little brother... was too powerful.

He Zheng’s gaze darted between Zong Jincheng and Luo Jingfeng, his small brain suddenly short-circuiting.

Big Brother is Luo Jingfeng’s godson?

Then... he’s no longer Luo Jingfeng’s enemy?

Wait, does that mean...

I cut ties with my father for nothing?

He Zheng scratched his head and joined the silent processing squad.

Luo Jingfeng let himself be pushed out by Zong Jincheng. With his skills, one arm was enough to lift the little brat, but instead, he wore a smile, as if enjoying the intimate interaction.

The little devil shoved him all the way to the courtyard outside the study, then turned to bolt—only for Luo Jingfeng to grab him by the collar and look down at him. "Kid, still holding a grudge?"

Zong Jincheng turned and glared at him furiously, shouting, "If someone nearly strangled you to death, let’s see if you’d hold a grudge or not!"

Luo Jingfeng raised a brow. He had originally intended to explain that he’d been trying to draw out the hidden guards protecting the boy, but now... Never mind. Those guards were undoubtedly arranged by the Zong family and wouldn’t reveal themselves unless his life was in danger. There was no need to expose them just to justify himself.

He nodded. "Fine, I’ll admit I was wrong about that. I apologize—sorry. Happy now?"

The little devil only grew angrier. "What do you mean, ‘admit I was wrong’? You were wrong! You cold-blooded, arrogant, disrespectful, life-disregarding bastard!"

Luo Jingfeng’s face darkened.

In all his years, no one had ever dared to curse him to his face like this. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he warned, "Since it’s your first offense, I’ll let it slide. But if you disrespect me again, I’ll have to teach you a lesson in your mother’s stead."

Zong Jincheng wasn’t afraid. He stiffened his neck and snapped back, "If you can’t take it, then stay out of my sight! Otherwise, I’ll curse you every time I see you—you scheming, wicked traitor! I hate you!!"

"You—!" Luo Jingfeng raised a hand, making Zong Jincheng flinch.

The little devil still remembered how, two years ago in the tavern, Luo Jingfeng had kicked Luo Chen flying with terrifying force. If that slap landed now, his teeth would be knocked out.

Zong Jincheng quickly covered his face, wisely backing down.

Luo Jingfeng laughed in exasperation. "Brat, now you’re scared? Let me tell you—I have a short temper and limited patience. Don’t test me again."

Zong Jincheng glared at him resentfully.

He’d once said the same thing to others—about having a bad temper and little patience. But facing Luo Jingfeng, he realized he was nothing in comparison.

Wisely, Zong Jincheng stopped cursing and decided to ignore him instead.

But Luo Jingfeng wasn’t done. He pressed, "Is that the only reason you hate me?"

Only?

Was that a small matter?

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Zong Jincheng plugged his ears, refusing to engage.

Luo Jingfeng yanked him back. "Let’s be clear—wasn’t it you who provoked me first? At the hunting grounds, you stabbed me with the Crown Prince’s sword. Wasn’t that you wronging me?"

Luo Jingfeng was determined to reconcile, so he patiently dredged up the past to settle accounts properly.

Zong Zhao had said this child had a gift for academics and would surely excel in the imperial exams.

Having studied so many classics, he must understand reason.

Luo Jingfeng resolved then: He would reason with this kid.

The courtyard was silent. Without Luo Jingfeng’s permission, no one would dare enter. But if anyone saw this scene now, they’d think they were hallucinating.

The Great General of Pacifying the West, the newly titled Duke of State Protection—a man who had always looked down on the world—was now chasing after a brat for answers like some impulsive youth.

Zong Jincheng’s defenses crumbled at the mention of the Crown Prince.

He uncovered his ears and turned back, retorting, "That was after you threatened His Highness first! The Crown Prince is a good person, yet you pointed a sword at him—disrespecting imperial authority and showing no regard for His Highness! What’s wrong with me stabbing you for him?!"

Luo Jingfeng scoffed. "Good? How is he good? He can’t even hold a sword properly, needing a child to fight for him. What else is he capable of?"

"Don’t you dare speak ill of His Highness!" Zong Jincheng roared.

Luo Jingfeng continued, "Don’t idolize your precious Crown Prince. Your mother’s death is tied to him. You wouldn’t want to spend your life regretting helping the one who killed her."

Zong Jincheng almost retorted.

He wanted to say: Even if the Crown Prince did kill Luo Shu, he wouldn’t be wrong. Luo Shu and that little prince were threats to the empire’s stability. Eliminating them was the right decision for any ruler.

But he couldn’t say it.

The Crown Prince had told him that if that child ever returned to Luo Jingfeng’s side, he must hide his intelligence...

He wasn’t sure if he was that child, but something told him he shouldn’t say these things to Luo Jingfeng.

Zong Jincheng clenched his fists, his mind racing.

Luo Jingfeng, mistaking his silence for anger, was about to ask—

Zong Jincheng suddenly looked up, eyes blazing. "Huaishui betrayed His Highness, poisoning him for years and nearly killing him. Was that your doing?"