Chapter 86: Chaoter 86
Feng Jiao Xue paced back and forth in her courtyard, her thoughts a whirlwind of frustration. The smooth stone tiles beneath her feet were cool, but her mind burned with unanswered questions. The air was thick with the scent of magnolia blossoms, their sweet fragrance doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside her.
She hated this feeling, this helplessness. Liang Feng was confined to his palace, accused of a crime that could ruin him, and despite her efforts, she still lacked the full picture. Who was this so-called ’witness’ that had suddenly surfaced? Why now, when the political situation was already unstable? And worst of all, why was she still standing here instead of getting answers?
A heavy sigh broke through the silence.
"You’re going to wear a trench into the stone at this rate"Huang Jin De remarked from his perch on the pavilion railing. His fiery red eyes flickered with amusement as he lazily leaned against the wooden post, arms crossed. "If walking in circles solved problems, I imagine the empire would be a much more peaceful place."
Feng Jiao Xue shot him a glare but didn’t stop.
Huang Jin De watched her for a moment before stretching his arms behind his head. "Your grandfather is back."
She halted mid-step. "What?"
"I can sense his presence," Huabg Jin De said lazily. "He returned not too long ago."
Feng Jiao Xue didn’t waste another second. Without another word, she strode toward the manor’s main hall, her steps quick and purposeful. Mo Tianze trailed behind her while Huang Jin Fe puffed away. his usual calm demeanor unchanged, though his eyes remained sharp with curiosity.
The corridors were dimly lit by lanterns, casting long, flickering shadows along the wooden walls. The guards stationed outside her grandfather’s study stiffened upon seeing her approach. They exchanged a glance before one of them gave a respectful nod and pushed open the heavy wooden doors.
Inside, the familiar scent of ink and aged parchment mixed with the faint aroma of medicinal herbs. Feng Zhenhai, her grandfather, sat behind his grand desk, his sharp eyes scanning a series of scrolls. Despite the years, his presence remained formidable, a relic of his days as a revered general.