1325: It's Not Mine?

It's Not Mine?

1Feng Yanfeng immediately begged for Zuo Ming's forgiveness. He then glared at Feng Wu and bellowed, "Feng Wu! Do you have any idea what you're doing?! Apologize to Master Zuo now and hand over the sword!"

The emperor was right there with them; was she trying to ruin the entire clan?!

Feng Wu felt wretched right now.

Her head was completely numb from blood loss, as though it was buried under the snow. She was too weak to even lift a finger.

She had no strength to look up when Feng Yanfeng scolded her, and could only take in one deep breath after another.

Her spiritual essence would eventually recover, but it would take time.

After Feng Yanfeng lashed out at Feng Wu, he realized that she was completely ignoring him.

Infuriated, he rushed over to her and snatched the Fallen Star Sword away. "This belongs to the Zuo family!"

Feng Wu was so weak that she had no strength left to fight back. She even stumbled backward and almost fell to the ground.

Feng Yanfeng quickly walked up to Zuo Qingyu and handed her the sword with both hands. He smiled obsequiously and said, "Miss Zuo, here's your sword."

Zuo Qingyu felt conflicted.

She knew better than anyone else that Feng Wu was the owner of the sword. However, so many people were watching her now, and she had to stick to her story for the sake of her family's pride. She took the sword with both hands and nodded at Feng Yanfeng.

She looked so unperturbed and composed that the others were convinced that it was only right for Feng Wu to give the sword back.

The other officials all congratulated Zuo Ming for obtaining such a formidable weapon.

However, they heard a voice at that moment.

"It's my sword," Feng Wu stared at Zuo Qingyu and said coldly.

Zuo Qingyu's smile stiffened for a split second, before she snorted. "It's made with the dragon scale gold of my family. How can it be yours?"

She was determined to keep the weapon.

Feng Wu smiled coldly. "Zuo Qingyu, can you convince yourself with that lie?"

Emperor Wu and the others were on their way out, but they stopped when they heard those words and gave Feng Wu strange looks.

This was going to be interesting.

With the sword in her hand, Zuo Qingyu had no choice but to convince herself that the sword had been rightfully hers from the beginning.

As for the servants of the Rong manor, she was confident that she could silence them all.

Zuo Qingyu kept her cold gaze on Feng Wu and asked, "Feng Wu, I've been meaning to ask you. This formidable weapon obviously belongs to my family, so why did you even try to steal it? Who on earth do you think you are?!"

Feng Wu found her claim preposterous. If she wasn't so weak, she would have given Zuo Qingyu a long speech.

Unfortunately, excruciating pain would run through her body whenever she tried to speak.

Emperor Wu frowned, raised an eyebrow, and stared at Feng Wu.

Obviously, he knew who Feng Wu was, and for a while, he even thought that she and Jun Linyuan would be a perfect match. However, if she really was the kind of person that Zuo Qingyu was describing… Emperor Wu shook his head.

Feng Wu was so weak that she only managed to squeeze out a few words. "It's not yours."

"Did you just say that it isn't mine?" Zuo Qingyu smirked

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