nagpurpolice Chapter 822: Feng Xuan Disappoints His Wife
Chapter 822: Feng Xuan Disappoints His Wife
Chapter 822: Feng Xuan Disappoints His Wife
A few hours after the orchestrated attack and the subsequent confrontation between Feng Xuan and the elders, Wang Jian decided it was time to make his next move.
He had allowed sufficient time for the incident to fester, for the seeds of doubt he had planted to begin to sprout.
Now, it was time to offer a comforting hand, a shoulder to lean on, further solidifying his role as Xinqiao's confidante.
He prepared a small gift, a vial containing several exquisitely crafted healing pellets. These were not ordinary remedies; they were potent elixirs, concocted from rare spirit herbs and refined through complex alchemical processes.@@@@
Such pellets were incredibly rare and difficult to produce, even for skilled alchemists. But for Wang Jian, with his mastery of alchemy bordering on the divine, creating a batch was as simple as brewing a pot of tea.
'Honestly,' he'd thought while meticulously polishing each pellet, 'it's almost insulting how easy this is. These cultivators act like concocting a decent healing pill is some grand achievement. It's practically child's play.'
Given the extravagant gift he had presented to Lord Wufang on his birthday, Wang Jian was now a welcome guest on the Blazing Rock Star. He easily gained access to the Wufang clan's manor, making his way to the secluded courtyard where Xinqiao was residing.
He found her sitting by a small pond, gazing at the koi fish swimming lazily beneath the surface. He approached her gently, his footsteps light and unobtrusive.
"Lady Xinqiao," he greeted her softly, his voice laced with concern. "I heard about the... unfortunate incident. I hope you are recovering well."
Xinqiao looked up, her expression a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Honored Guest Wang Jian," she said, offering a polite smile. "Thank you for your concern. I am... mostly alright."
Wang Jian presented the vial of healing pellets. "I brought these for you," he said, his voice gentle. "They are potent healing elixirs. They should help to soothe any lingering discomfort."
Xinqiao accepted the vial, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized the exquisite craftsmanship of the pellets. She could sense the potent energy emanating from them, confirming their extraordinary quality.
"These... these are incredibly precious," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation. "Thank you, Honored Guest Wang Jian. You are too kind."
Wang Jian waved his hand dismissively. "It is nothing," he said. "I was simply concerned for your well-being. May I inquire as to what exactly happened? Who would dare to target you?"
Xinqiao's expression darkened slightly as she recounted the attack, explaining how two elders of the Radiant Sun Sect had ambushed her, delivering veiled threats about her father's ambitions.
"They told me to warn my father," she explained, her voice laced with frustration. "To tell him to abandon any thoughts of challenging the Radiant Sun Sect's leadership."
Wang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of concern in his voice. "This is... troubling," he said. "Should I take action? Should I make them pay for their insolence?"
Xinqiao shook her head firmly.
But while she could understand the Grand Elder's reasoning, she couldn't comprehend her husband's inaction. Why hadn't he fought for her? Why hadn't he stood up for her against those who had dared to threaten her? 'He promised me he would take care of it,' she thought, a wave of disappointment washing over her. 'He promised me he would punish them. Was it all just empty words?'
Despite the turmoil of emotions raging within her, Xinqiao remained silent. She didn't want to start an argument, not at this moment. She was too hurt, too disappointed. She simply couldn't bring herself to speak.
Instead, she turned away from Feng Xuan, her voice cold and distant. "Just... go," she said quietly. "I don't want to see you right now."
Feng Xuan hesitated, wanting to explain further, to justify his actions. But he saw the
coldness in her eyes, the pain etched on her face. He knew that any attempt at explanation would be futile at this moment. It was better to give her some space, to let her calm down before trying to talk to her again.
He sighed, nodding slowly. "Alright, Xinqiao," he said softly. "I'll... I'll leave you for now." He turned and quietly left the chamber, leaving Xinqiao alone with her thoughts.
After Feng Xuan departed, Xinqiao remained in her chamber, lost in her melancholic thoughts. The earlier confidence she had displayed to Wang Jian now felt like a cruel joke. 'I actually boasted to him about how my husband isn't like other men,' she thought, a bitter smile twisting her lips. 'I told him he doesn't care about status or connections, that he would punish those elders regardless of who they are. What a fool I was!'
She felt a wave of self-deprecating humor wash over her. 'I practically painted him as some
kind of fearless hero,' she thought, shaking her head slightly. 'And now... now I find out he's
just... spineless. He couldn't even stand up to his own father-in-law to defend his wife. What a
joke.'
She replayed the conversation with Wang Jian in her mind, cringing at her own words. "He will punish them regardless of who they are," she muttered, mimicking her own confident tone. "I even told him that I wouldn't be surprised if they lose an arm or a leg each...Oh, how
wrong I was."
Just as she was wallowing in her self-pity, a gentle knock sounded at her door. She sighed, wondering who it could be. She certainly wasn't in the mood for company.
The door opened, revealing Wang Jian standing in the doorway. He offered a polite smile, his expression filled with concern. "Lady Xinqiao," he said softly. "I just heard that your husband has left. I was wondering... did you have a chance to speak with him?"
As soon as he spoke those words, Xinqiao's carefully constructed composure crumbled. Tears
welled up in her eyes, and she could no longer hold back the flood of emotions that had been
building within her. Tears started to stream down her face, her shoulders shaking with silent
sobs.
She didn't say a word, simply nodding her head slowly, her tears confirming Wang Jian's suspicions. He had been right. Feng Xuan had failed her. And now, Wang Jian was there, ready to pick up the pieces.