The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 305

Though the two had no apparent connection, the timing was too coincidental—his sister had died by the dagger, and the Crown Prince had suddenly lost his ability to wield a sword. How could such things happen by chance?

Yet, after years of investigation, he had found no answers about his sister’s death—and the Crown Prince had stubbornly refused to admit anything.

Zong Jincheng covered his ears, howling in distress. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! His Highness would never kill anyone! Get out! Just leave! Take the pendant if you want it—I don’t! I want to go home! I want my mother!"

The young troublemaker tried to climb off the bed, but the mention of his mother enraged Luo Jingfeng. He grabbed Zong Jincheng’s arm, his grip unrelenting. "Your mother was Luo Shu. She died ten years ago. Where do you think you’ll find her?"

"You’re lying! My mother isn’t Luo Shu!" the boy roared back.

Furious and panicked, he refused to believe a word from this villain. Luo Shu was the emperor’s consort—her child would be a prince.

But he was just an ordinary boy, the son of Zong Zhao, the young master of Yangyuan Marquis Manor. He had grandparents who adored him, a mother and an older brother who cherished him. He couldn’t possibly be someone else’s child!

"Then what is this?" Luo Jingfeng held up the pendant. "What did the Crown Prince say when he gave it to you?"

"He said… he said…" Zong Jincheng’s mind was in chaos, and the words spilled out before he could stop them. "His Highness told me that as long as I carried this pendant, no matter how powerful the official, they wouldn’t dare touch me. It was a talisman—not proof of my identity!"

Luo Jingfeng’s gaze sharpened. "And have you ever used it? Did it work? Why would he give it to you instead of using it himself?"

Zong Jincheng’s hands trembled. He couldn’t answer.

Memories flashed through his mind—when he had been arrested, he had shown the pendant, but the officers ignored it. When he had begged the palace guards to send word to the Eastern Palace, they had refused.

The only person who recognized the pendant was Luo Jingfeng.

Why had the Crown Prince believed that carrying Luo Shu’s pendant would deter Luo Jingfeng?

If it was truly so effective, why hadn’t the Crown Prince used it himself when facing Luo Jingfeng?

The more Zong Jincheng thought, the more uncertain he became. But Luo Jingfeng was still here, and he refused to be manipulated. "No! I don’t believe you! You’re just a liar!"

Before Luo Jingfeng could respond, a voice called from outside: "General, Zong Zhao and his wife have arrived. They’ve come to take the child home."

Zong Jincheng’s face lit up. "Father and Mother are here! They’ve come to save me!"

Luo Jingfeng clenched his fists and strode out.

Moments later, Xu Wan entered alone. The moment the young troublemaker saw her, tears spilled down his cheeks. He threw himself into her arms, sobbing. "Mother! You and Father finally came! I was so scared! That villain stripped me naked and spouted nonsense—I don’t believe a word of it!"

Xu Wan’s heart ached in confusion. She had no idea what Luo Jingfeng was scheming, but she quickly soothed her child, patting his back. "He’s insane. Don’t listen to him. We’re taking you home. Come, put on your shoes."

Nodding vigorously, Zong Jincheng wiped his tears and hastily slipped on his shoes. Clutching Xu Wan’s arm, he bolted for the door.

Outside, the general’s estate was heavily guarded. Without Luo Jingfeng’s permission, no one could leave.

And Luo Jingfeng was still in a private discussion with Zong Zhao.

Zong Jincheng grew restless again. "Mother, when can we leave?"

Xu Wan reassured him. "We’ll wait for your father. He should be out soon."

"Okay…" The boy tightened his grip on her arm. Normally fearless, his current terror showed just how shaken he was.

Before long, Luo Jingfeng emerged, his face dark.

Xu Wan and Zong Jincheng instinctively stepped back. The courtyard was filled with soldiers and subordinates, all watching in bewilderment.

Luo Jingfeng strode forward, seizing Zong Jincheng’s arm and raising it high.

His voice boomed with authority: "All of you, look closely. Remember this face, this person. From today onward, Zong Jincheng is my sworn son. Wherever he goes, treat him as you would me. If he is ever in danger, protect him with your lives."

Zong Jincheng struggled, but Luo Jingfeng’s grip was ironclad.

The entire courtyard knelt in shock, voices ringing out in unison: "We greet the young master!"

The young troublemaker’s head snapped up in disbelief.

He loved attention and praise—normally, such a grand display would have thrilled him. But this was Luo Jingfeng’s stronghold. These were the villain’s men.

And if they called him "young master," didn’t that make him a little villain too?