Lin Fei finished the fruit the maid had handed him. Only then did he rise leisurely from the soft couch, walk to the palace doors, and come to a stop behind Lin Peng, who could not move a muscle.
Lin Peng's face was full of terror, cold sweat streaming down as he said, "Lin Fei, what are you trying to do? My father kindly took your Lin family in and let you live in the palace, yet you attack me—what is the meaning of this?"
Lin Fei laughed. "You and your father were really so kind as to take us in? I'd say you were more likely thinking about how to get us killed, wouldn't you?"
Lin Peng's eyes opened slightly wider, a trace of surprise flashing through them. He was puzzled—how did Lin Fei know they intended to harm him?
"No, we never intended to harm you!" Lin Peng denied flatly.
He believed there was absolutely no way Lin Fei could know about the schemes he and his father had plotted to kill him.
