The peeled egg rolled beside his foot.
“Lowly servant, what are you waiting for? Do you need an invitation? Pick up the egg!” Yuyu ordered.
Swallowing down a breath, Feng Lingxue walked over to him, slowly crouching over to pick up the peeled egg.
When she came over, Xuan Ying moved, slumping against the chair as he spread his legs casually. Resting one hand on the armrest, he lowered his eyes to look at the woman beside him.
She stretched her hand out to pick up the egg.
Right when she was about to reach for it, he stretched his leg out, kicking the egg far away.
Feng Lingxue’s hand froze in mid-air, she knew that he did it on purpose to humiliate her. He was making it clear that he was the master while she was just his slave.
Moving towards it, Feng Lingxue continued, wanting to pick up the egg.
She didn’t stand up but rather continued moving forward while bent over. Xuan Ying looked at her, licking the chapped areas of his lips before he revealed a wry smile.
Feng Lingxue picked up the egg and stood up.
A deep baritone voice rang beside her. “Come here and wipe my shoe clean.”
Huh? Feng Lingxue lifted her eyes, looking at him.
He was looking at her too. Although he was seated while she stood, it was as though he was towering above her with just his gaze alone. His eyes were cold and somewhat condescending.
Feng Lingxue could also tell that he treated her just like a prostitute.
Ever since he learned that she wasn’t a virgin that night, he hadn’t paid any attention to her at all. He said that he had an obsession with cleanliness, he probably would never lay his hands on her ever again.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Lingxue walked beside him, bending over to wipe his shoe.
When her delicate hand touched his boot and wiped it with gentle movements, Xuan Ying’s Adam’s apple bobbed and his gaze landed on her chest.
But he hadn’t managed to see anything inside. Her collar was all buttoned up, revealing only her swan-like neck.
His palace was filled with many maids who would readily unbutton their collars and reveal their cleavages.
But she wasn’t like any of them.
Disgusting. She acted like a chaste woman of purity when she was dirty from inside out. Xuan Ying’s eyes turned dark and dangerous. He lifted his leg, using the tip of his boot to lift the end of her skirt.
When she suddenly felt a breeze, Feng Lingxue’s pupils contracted. What was he doing?
Lifting her skirt?
There were many people present, and they were in the dining room. She quickly held his boot, not allowing him to continue.
Xuan Ying’s face turned somber, even his voice sounded stern and frightening. “Take your hand away!”
Feng Lingxue shook her hand.
Xuan Ying didn’t continue but he kicked her. Her body just fell onto the carpeted ground like that.
Xuan Ying stood up, walking beside her. He lifted his leg, lifting the end of her skirt.
She wore a pair of black lace safety shorts inside. The dark lace complemented her fair skin and when she fell onto the ground, her legs were closed and he hadn’t seen anything at all.
With inky eyes, he glared at her legs and cursed, “You really spoiled my mood!”
Feng Lingxue’s face turned entirely pale, she pushed her skirt down to leave herself some last shreds of dignity.
The maids didn’t dare to even make a single sound. Yuyu and the other concubines all gritted their teeth, glaring at Feng Lingxue with scathing jealousy.
Flouncing forward, Yuyu wanted to go into his arms. “Young Master, don’t let your mood be affected by this lowly servant. What about Yuyu? Have you forgotten about Yuyu? You aren’t doting on Yuyu anymore.”
Before she even fell into his arms, a large hand appeared, pushing her away heartlessly. “Get lost.”
Bam! Yuyu knocked into the wall with a loud thud, looking extremely pathetic.
“Master.” At this time, Ah Zhou walked over.
After a few words, Xuan Ying left with Ah Zhou, with the cold wind from outside billowing his black trench coat like a cape of darkness.
…
In the bulletproof luxurious car.
Xuan Ying rested on the seat while Ah Zhou reported, “Master, South Duke has ordered us to lead the troops and eliminate the bandits in Jingzhou, but that’s Xuan Mu’s jurisdictional area. Xuan Mu is the eldest son of the South Duke and South Duchess, but he’s not capable at all. If you hadn’t come back three years ago, the South Palace most probably would have been wiped out by the West Duke, Lu Yeming.
“It seems like the South Duke is still intending to let Xuan Mu be his successor. The only reason he gives you so much power is because he wants you to slog your life away for him. Those bandits in Jingzhou are infamous and known for their brutality and ruthless ways. It is bound to be a gruesome fight.”
Even Ah Zhou knew about it, how could Xuan Ying possibly not?
The corners of his lips slowly kicked up into a wry smile. He was merely a concubine’s child of a lowly blood lineage.
They were both his sons, but Xuan Mu received the finest treatment in life while he was brought by his father to an underground prison, watching the brutal treatment of their enemies.
The only person who truly loved him on earth was his mother.
He originally thought that Feng Lingxue treated him wholeheartedly too.
But she didn’t.
She stabbed him in the back so heartlessly.
His hatred for her was like a blazing hot flame.
Within seconds, Xuan Ying hid all of his emotions away, not showing anything on his face. “Let’s go. I’m going to raid those bandits’ hideout and kick their a**es.”
His voice was inexplicably dark and dangerous.
…
Three days later.
Xuan Ying left for three days and during this time, Feng Lingxue stayed in Snow Mountain Residence, washing dishes, cleaning the residence and doing all sorts of endless chores.
Somehow, she had become the public enemy.
Ever since he lifted her skirt in the dining room the other time to see her underwear, those beauties had developed a deep hatred towards her.
After the maids witnessed how Xuan Ying treated her and they looked down on her too. Every night, she would drag her exhausted self back to her room, sometimes she wouldn’t even have dinner.
She had zero dignity.
Being here, she really was the lowest of the low.
Late at night, Feng Lingxue still hadn’t fallen asleep. She wore a nightgown and was hugging her knees while sitting on the cold wooden bed. There was a window in the room, the moonlight spilling inside and landing on her beautiful face.
As she lowered her head, her eyes were riveted on the small stone in her hands. Caressing the small stone with her fingertips gently, her eyes reddened and tears welled up inside.
Some engine sounds were outside and the door was pulled open hurriedly. A maid’s voice was heard. “Young Master.”
Feng Lingxue was stunned. He was back?
He came back late at night again.
She heard some heavy footsteps up the staircase, slowly approaching her room. Her heart thumped, quickly lifting her head to look in the direction of the room door.
The next moment, her room door was kicked open with a loud bang. A gust of cold wind rushed in, an imposing figure appeared.
It was Xuan Ying.
