The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 306
Zong Jincheng was both furious and indignant. He forcefully shook off Luo Jingfeng’s grip and even kicked at him, his behavior terrifying his subordinates, who feared Luo Jingfeng might strike him dead the next moment.
But that didn’t happen.
Not only was Luo Jingfeng not angry, he even grabbed Zong Jincheng’s slender arm and mocked, “You don’t know a single move of martial arts. It’ll be a long time before you can even think of hurting me.”
Flushed with humiliation, Zong Jincheng roared, “I’ll start training as soon as I get back! My father is way stronger than you—he’ll make me the greatest fighter in the capital, and then I’ll beat you to a pulp!”
Luo Jingfeng glanced at Zong Zhao and taunted, “You’ve got just one year. Think you can turn him into that?”
Zong Zhao didn’t take the bait, only saying, “It’s getting late. We’ll take our leave now.”
Luo Jingfeng snorted lightly and released the little troublemaker’s hand.
The guards outside quickly stepped aside as Zong Jincheng grabbed Xu Wan’s hand and fled without looking back, with Zong Zhao following closely behind.
The soldiers in the courtyard gradually dispersed, leaving only General Pang, who couldn’t help but ask in confusion, “Great General, could there be a mistake… That child wasn’t born on the seventh day of the seventh month.”
Military Advisor Gou had wanted to chime in, but seeing Luo Jingfeng’s unwavering certainty, he decided it was wiser to keep silent.
Luo Jingfeng watched Zong Jincheng’s retreating figure, his smile fading as he sharply reprimanded General Pang, “Fool! Just because they changed his birthdate, you couldn’t find him? If I hadn’t been busy with war, I wouldn’t have taken this long to confirm his identity.”
General Pang was scolded so harshly that he immediately knelt and apologized. Timidly, he looked up and asked, “Then, General… why didn’t you just acknowledge him as your nephew instead of making him your godson? He’s your own flesh and blood.”
Luo Jingfeng smirked coldly. “There are still some misunderstandings between me and Cheng’er that need to be resolved. No need to rush… Besides, Zong Zhao’s plan is a good one. In a year, I’ll make sure my Cheng’er ascends to that position with glory, revered by all.”
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General Pang’s spirits lifted instantly.
One year—just one more year, and the world would be theirs!
With their young master still a child and unable to cause trouble, the reins of power would naturally fall into their hands, turning the empire into the Luo family’s domain.
Back at Yangyuan Marquis Manor, the little troublemaker barely spoke a word on the way home, rushing straight to his room the moment they arrived, with Xu Wan following closely behind.
The old marquis and marchioness had prepared a courtyard full of red lanterns to celebrate Zong Zhao’s promotion to Great General. But when the family returned with grim expressions, they quickly ordered the decorations to be taken down and instructed everyone not to disturb them.
In the quiet courtyard, only mother and son remained. Zong Jincheng’s eyes welled up again.
Xu Wan hurriedly wiped his tears with a handkerchief, her heart aching as she asked, “What exactly happened? What did Luo Jingfeng say to you? Tell me, I promise I’ll keep it a secret.”
The little troublemaker’s tears fell as he mumbled resentfully, “He said he’s my uncle, that my mother is Concubine Shu… Then wouldn’t my father be the Emperor? I don’t believe it! I’m Father’s child, I’m your child! I don’t want to be the son of a villain—I don’t want to be a little villain!”
Xu Wan froze, recalling how everyone in the capital trembled at the mention of the arrogant Luo Jingfeng. The marquis’s household feared him, the Crown Prince feared him, Minister He feared him—officials big and small turned pale at his name. Yet this very man had raised Zong Jincheng’s hand and declared, “From now on, seeing him is like seeing me.”
If Jincheng really was his nephew, then his actions made sense…
But Jincheng was devastated, unable to accept it.
Xu Wan thought for a moment before gently reasoning with him, “Let me break it down for you. If you really are the Emperor’s son, then the Crown Prince would be your elder brother, wouldn’t he? You adore His Highness—if you became his younger brother, bound by blood, wouldn’t that make you happy?”
Zong Jincheng was stunned. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
The Crown Prince treated him like a brother, a father, a mentor. If His Highness really were his elder brother, how wonderful would that be?
His Highness as his brother, and he as His Highness’s younger brother…
They’d be bound by blood, closer even than his cousin Wenxiu. The little troublemaker’s heart stirred at the thought.
Xu Wan continued, “And if Luo Jingfeng really is your family—whether as your uncle or your godfather—then at the very least, you’ll never have to worry about him harming you again. Your friend He Zheng won’t have to fear offending him on your behalf either. Luo Jingfeng’s subordinates will treat you as their master, and you and your four little rascals can strut through the capital without a care.”
Zong Jincheng relaxed bit by bit but still muttered stubbornly, “We’re the Four Young Talents now. We don’t go around bullying people.”
Xu Wan burst into laughter, teasing, “There’s another possibility, you know. If Concubine Shu really is your mother, your father might still be Zong Zhao—not necessarily the Emperor.”
“WHAT?!” Zong Jincheng was floored.
Xu Wan giggled. “Just kidding! But think about this…” Her expression softened. “No matter who your father is, no matter whether your birth mother is alive, I will always be your mother. Our bond is the strongest precisely because it isn’t tied by blood.”
The little troublemaker pouted. “Why wasn’t I born from you? I wish I could’ve been reborn as your child.”
Xu Wan shook her head seriously. “Absolutely not. Getting pregnant at ten? That’d be against the natural order.”
“Pfft—HAHAHA!” The little troublemaker finally laughed, his usual mischievous self returning.
Xu Wan stayed with him for hours, even having lunch in his courtyard. By afternoon, he was still clinging to her, as if trying to strengthen their bond.
“Mother… I really like you,” Zong Jincheng suddenly said. “I’ve liked you for a long, long time. I just didn’t know how to say it before—it felt like admitting it would mean losing. Now that I think about it, that was so childish.”
Xu Wan’s eyes stung slightly as she smiled. “I’ve liked you for a long, long time too. Back then, I didn’t show it because too many people doted on you. If there wasn’t at least one person to challenge you, you’d have been spoiled rotten and never grown.”
“Have I grown up well?” Zong Jincheng asked.
Xu Wan nodded. “Of course. You’re my pride, the pride of the advanced class, the pride of Qingbo Academy. Everyone thinks you’re amazing—even your greatest rival, Qin Ye, thinks so.”
The little troublemaker grinned smugly. “Hah! Qin Ye? Just wait until I, the future top scholar, crush him completely!”
Xu Wan patted his big head. “Then are you going to class or not? You’ve already skipped your aunt’s etiquette lesson this afternoon. At this rate, even Shen Yibai’s manners will be better than yours.”
Zong Jincheng scoffed. “I’ll wash my face and go right now. No way am I letting Shen Yibai steal my spot as the bottom of the class!”
