The charged atmosphere that permeated the opulent dining hall was palpable, a suffocating miasma of simmering resentments and fractured allegiances. As the echoes of Jiang Yukang's scathing rebuke faded into the tense silence, it became abundantly clear that the delicate dance of power and influence within the Feng family had taken a seismic shift, the once-solid foundations upon which their dynasty had been built now teetering precariously on the precipice of chaos.
It was Feng Meiling, her features twisted into a mask of barely contained fury, who first broke the strained silence. Her eyes, once regarded as beacons of captivating beauty, now burned with a simmering rage that threatened to consume her from within.
"How dare you?" she spat, her voice trembling with the force of her outrage as she fixed Feng Ruoxi with a withering glare. "How dare you come into this house, this sanctuary of our family's legacy, and spit upon the traditions that have guided us for generations?"
