บท 79: A Dynasty Divided

The echoes of Jiang Yukang and Feng Ruoxi's departure faded into an uneasy silence, the air thick with the lingering tension that had permeated the opulent dining hall. As the servants scurried about, clearing the untouched plates and halfhearted attempts at fine dining, the members of the Feng family remained rooted in their seats, their expressions ranging from outraged disbelief to simmering fury.

It was Feng Zhengzhi, the venerable patriarch, who finally broke the strained silence, his voice trembling with barely contained rage as he fixed his son, Feng Zhaoxuan, with a withering glare.

"How dare you?" he snarled, the words laced with venom. "How dare you orchestrate such a brazen affront to our family's power and prestige without so much as consulting me?"