Three Years After My Exile, the Real Young Master Went on a Rampage

The bitter wind howled. Lin Feng had barely carried the firewood to the back courtyard when, before he could catch his breath, he heard someone speaking in the proper official accent. “Third Young Master, your coming-of-age ceremony is near. The Old Madam has sent me to bring you back to the Minister's residence for a family reunion.” The speaker was Nanny Chun, who served the Old Madam. Lin Feng froze. For seventeen years, he had been the Minister's most doted-on young master. But after Lin Fan showed up with a jade pendant and was acknowledged by the Minister as his blood son, Lin Feng became the family's biggest joke. The parents who had once cherished him couldn't wait until the next day to hold a recognition banquet for Lin Fan, declaring him the Minister's true son. But during the banquet, Lin Fan suddenly spat up a mouthful of black blood and collapsed. A wandering Taoist who happened to pass by declared that Lin Feng and Lin Fan's fates clashed. The parents who had once promised to treat them equally sent Lin Feng away to Jinghai Temple without hesitation, saying he should pray for Lin Fan's good fortune.