361 Opening

Qiao Muchen and Zhao Yu, who were standing aside, suddenly stiffened. After Zhao Zhitong's actions, both of them felt a cold chill in their nether regions.

"Done." After doing all this, Zhao Zhitong clapped her hands.

Then, she looked at the two stunned men and asked in confusion, "Uh, why are you two still standing there? Quickly throw him back."

As she spoke, she even kicked the unconscious Fei Wen on the ground with disgust.

Zhao Yu immediately came to his senses, hoisted the unconscious Fei Wen onto his shoulder again, and quickly headed towards the Fei Clan.

Before dawn, the Fei Clan was in turmoil.

A servant who got up to use the latrine found a person in a sack in the courtyard. After opening it, they discovered it was their young master!

The young master was beaten black and blue, covered in injuries, and unconscious.

Sir Fei had only this single heir. Upon hearing the news, he hastily threw on some clothes and rushed with Madame Fei to see what had happened.

When they saw Fei Wen's miserable state, Madame Fei couldn't bear it and fainted outright.

Suddenly, the Fei Mansion was plunged into chaos.

Early that morning, just as the sky began to show the first light of dawn, numerous physicians from Suzhou City were summoned one by one to the Fei Mansion by the Fei Clan's servants.

By breakfast time, Zhao Zhitong had also been personally invited into the Fei Mansion by Sir Fei.

Many people witnessed this and began to gossip, wondering who in the Fei Clan was sick. Speculation was rife for a time.

At this moment, Zhao Zhitong had just stepped through the Fei Mansion's main gate. As for who in the Fei Clan was sick and how it had happened, she couldn't have been clearer.

Still, feigning ignorance, she examined the young master Fei and sighed, shaking her head.

Madame Fei's face turned pale in an instant. "Divine Healer Zhao," she said anxiously, "please look again. Is there really no way? No matter the cost, no matter how precious the medicinal herbs, our Fei Mansion can afford it!"

Zhao Zhitong sighed. "Madame Fei, this isn't a matter of money or precious medicinal herbs. Your son was discovered too late; he missed the optimal window for treatment. The external injuries on his body aren't the main issue. It's just that... his manhood is damaged. Alas! I am helpless."

With even the renowned Divine Healer Zhao saying so, Madame Fei was utterly desperate this time; her vision darkened, and she almost fainted again.

After a long while, she finally recovered, ran to her son's bedside, and began to wail.

"He's my only son! Oh, heavens, how am I supposed to live..."

Sir Fei, irritated by the crying, said impatiently, "Alright, alright, what's all this crying about? He's not dead yet!"

Fei Wen was Sir Fei's only male heir. Now that he was in this state, Sir Fei faced the risk of his family line ending. Naturally, his mood was no better than Madame Fei's.

Listening to Madame Fei's sobs at this moment only fueled his irritation.

Her son was in such a state, and now her husband was scolding her. Madame Fei felt as if the sky had caved in. Overwhelmed with grievance, she cried, "In this condition, the rest of his life is ruined! How is that any different from being dead? My son, my poor son..."

As the two were arguing, Fei Wen, on the bed, regained consciousness.

After hearing he would be impotent and unable to father children for the rest of his life, he immediately broke down, screaming and cursing on the bed that the person who had beaten him last night must be caught and cut into pieces. The Fei Mansion was thrown into chaos.

The culprit, Zhao Zhitong, listened to the curses with an expression of calm, seemingly unfazed. Seeing that she had watched enough of the commotion, she prepared to bid farewell and leave.

But then, Madame Fei grabbed Zhao Zhitong, refusing to let her go. Kneeling on the ground, she cried and begged Zhao Zhitong to save her son.

Having already dealt with the root of the trouble, Zhao Zhitong certainly wasn't going to heal him. She shook her head helplessly. "Madame Fei, I truly have no way. Even if you keep me here, I cannot cure your son."

It wasn't until Sir Fei finally spoke that Zhao Zhitong managed to extricate herself and leave the Fei Mansion.

Zhao Zhitong didn't care about how the situation ultimately unfolded or how many more physicians the Fei Clan invited.

Only much later did she happen to see Fei Wen on the street a few times.

By then, his physical injuries had healed, but he was noticeably thinner, and a heavier, vicious aura clung to him. He frequently clashed with others and had offended many people.

Currently, those who bore him ill will could only swallow their anger due to the Fei Clan's influence, not daring to act against him.

However, once the Fei Clan lost its power, there would be plenty of people eager to push a falling wall.

Naturally, Zhao Zhitong didn't have the leisure to concern herself with them.

Recently, she and Zhao Ya had been busy with the opening of Zhao Ya's new embroidery workshop.

Half a month after the embroidery competition, Zhao Ya opened her own establishment, the Zhao Embroidery Workshop, directly across from the Fei Clan Embroidery Workshop.

As the excitement from the embroidery competition had yet to fully dissipate, the workshop's opening day caused quite a stir.

Adopting a magnanimous stance, the Fei Clan did not exert any pressure on Zhao Ya when her new workshop opened.

Of course, this might simply have been because the Fei Clan looked down on Zhao Ya's small workshop.

However, whether they were merely putting on a show of generosity or genuinely underestimated Zhao Ya, they would eventually come to regret their inaction that day.

In preparation for the grand opening, Zhao Ya had designed ten outfits in advance. On the opening day, she displayed the first one.

As it happened, Lady Li, at Zhao Zhitong's invitation, arrived with two of her close female friends to support Zhao Ya.

The moment they stepped into the shop, an outfit hanging in the display area captivated them. All eyes were drawn to it, and praises flowed endlessly.

"This outfit is truly beautiful."

"Indeed! Look at this embroidery. It's so unique! Is that Double-sided Embroidery? It seems different from traditional Double-sided Embroidery, though—more lively."

"The more I look at this outfit, the more it reminds me of Lady Li. You would look absolutely stunning in it, Lady Li!"

At this, Zhao Ya smiled and said, "Lady Li, please forgive my boldness, but this outfit was actually designed with your figure in mind. Would you care to try it on?"

Instantly, the onlooking ladies gasped in admiration and eagerly encouraged Lady Li to try it.

Amidst everyone's compliments, Lady Li finally went upstairs and changed into the outfit. When she descended the stairs with grace, she instantly dazzled everyone present.

The lingering excitement from the previous embroidery competition was already palpable. Now, with Lady Li appearing in the hall like a celestial fairy, she drew gasps of amazement from countless onlookers.

Meanwhile, at the Fei Clan Embroidery Workshop, many people were looking at the bustling scene diagonally across the street.

"Is that the Zhao Embroidery Workshop? Why is it so bustling?"

"You haven't heard? I just learned that the boss of the Zhao Embroidery Workshop personally designed ten outfits to celebrate the opening. Today, they're showcasing one of them, apparently designed especially for Lady Li. Lady Li tried it on, and they say she looked as beautiful as a fairy!"

"Ah, really? Then let's go take a look!"

"Yes, let's go! We should go see too!"

Suddenly, the Fei Clan Embroidery Workshop, which had been bustling with customers just moments before, was emptied.

The boss of the Fei Clan Embroidery Workshop, his face contorted with fury, stood at the entrance watching the Zhao Embroidery Workshop and sneered, "This Zhao Embroidery Workshop is certainly making a show of itself! Such a small shop, yet so arrogant. They'd better be careful not to overreach and break their backs!"