Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
In the early morning of the next day, Fire Phoenix came to the courtyard and looked through the window into the room. It saw that Feng Jiu was still asleep and Xuanyuan Mo Ze had put on his coat and walked out.
After he had shaved his beard, he had regained his handsome and resolute face once again. Without the beard, he looked younger.
He walked out and closed the door gently, then he looked at Fire Phoenix who was leaning forward and asked: “What’s the matter?”
“Feng Ye is here, it turns out he’s not dead.” Fire Phoenix said in a low voice, but it was unable to hide its excitement in its voice. It looked through the window again and asked: “My Master is still not awake? If she heard the news she would be so happy.”
“Feng Ye?” Xuanyuan Mo Ze paused, then asked: “The Old Patriarch’s youngest son? You’re sure?”
“I’s him. I’m certain. He hasn’t changed at all, just grown up.” Fire Phoenix said with certainty, confident that it hadn’t recognised the wrong person.
Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze nodded and said: “Bring him here!”
“Yes.” Fire Phoenix flapped its wings and left.
He turned around, then walked into the room and called to Feng Jiu: “Ah Jiu, wake up.”
Feng Jiu who had been in a deep sleep rolled over lazily and hugged him who was sitting by the bed with one arm. She wrapped her arms around his waist and without opening her eyes: “What are you doing so early in the morning? I want to sleep for a while longer.”
As he watched her curling up to him like a kitten, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, then he reached out and stroked her soft black hair and said in a low doting voice: “I have a good news to tell you, you will be very happy once you’ve heard it.”
“What good news?”
“Feng Ye is still alive.”
As soon as he had spoken those words, the person who was lying on the bed opened her eyes suddenly and jumped up, she looked at him in nervousness and shock.
“What did you say? Who is still alive?”
“Feng Ye, the Old Patriarch’s youngest son, your Little Uncle.” He said again and held her hand: “He’s still alive and he’s outside waiting to see you.”
Her heart skipped a beat and she got out of bed in a hurry. She didn’t even put on her coat and her hair was loose, she was pulled back by Xuanyuan Mo Ze just as she was about to run out.
“Are you going out like this?” His eyes fell on her neckline, then he looked at her loosely scattered hair and said helplessly: “Don’t worry! He is just outside, he won’t run away. Put on some clothes first and wash up, then go and see him lest he gets frightened by seeing you like this.”
‘When he said this, there was a hint of a smile in his voice. In fact, he was reluctant to allow anyone else see this side of her.
She was dressed in white inner robes in front of him, her looming exquisite figure was unconcealed by her clothes. Coupled with her loosely scattered silky ink-black hair and her beautiful face free of makeup, it showed off her womanly tenderness and charm. She was standing barefoot on the ground
with her jade white feet. How could he let her go outside and appear in front of all those people like this?
Upon hearing his words, Feng Jiu was taken aback for a moment. She looked down at her current appearance and pulled back her loose hair, then she replied: “Yes, I will scare him if I go out like this. I better go and wash up.”
So, she hurried over to the basin of water. Upon seeing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s deep black pupils filled with tenderness and a hint of a smile as he came to her side and helped her.
