Mu the Sixth took off happily. With Feng Xun backing him, he was able to lead the way with his chest sticking out.
He complained to Feng Xun as he walked, “That Zuo Qingliu is awful. He has all the vices you can think off. It was only the other day that I saw him snatch an innocent girl off the street, and it seems that he’s gotten tired of her already. Now he’s here, trying to take Miss Fengqi away from me.
“I’ve been courting Miss Fengqi since forever. I had a crush on her when she was thirteen and I waited three whole years for her to reach the right age. And now, that Zuo Qingliu shows up to steal my fruit.
“Brother Feng, I’ve never asked you for anything, but I really need your help this time. Please help me.”
Mu the Sixth’s affections seemed genuine, and he gave Feng Xun a pleading look.
Feng Xun smacked Mu the Sixth on the head. “What? You want her as your wife?”
Mu the Sixth glowered. “Well, if not that, I can always make her my concubine. Brother Feng, one word from you and my mum will say yes. Brother…”
Feng Xun threw a dirty look at him. “Help me catch that ugly girl today and I’ll help you.”
Mu the Sixth was thrilled. “Great! That’s great! Brother, what does that ugly girl look like? Any special features?”
He rolled up his sleeves and was ready to get his hands dirty.
Feng Xun was about to describe the girl, but realized he didn’t know how to.
The girl had used some cream to disguise herself. She didn’t look like herself and he had no idea if she was going to have a different face now.
Feng Xun said in frustration, “The girl looks… Well, forget about her looks and just sniff around. She was hit with a stink bug, and that smell won’t go away for a while.
Mu the Sixth nodded eagerly. “Sure. I’ll find her for you!”
As they spoke, they reached Miss Fengqi’s bedchamber.
Miss Fengqi had played a musical instrument and sung. Right now, she was preparing for her third performance, which was a dance.
Zuo Qingliu was guarding the door, and he frowned when he saw the large group of people coming his way.
Seeing Mu the Sixth, who was leading the team, Zuo Qingliu gloated and smirked. “Loser, you’ve got some balls to come back.”
However, as soon as Zuo Qingliu spoke, an impolite voice came from behind Mu the Sixth.
“Who did you just call a loser?” Wearing a heavy cape, Feng Xun showed up behind Mu the Sixth.
Young Lord Feng?!
Zuo Qingliu stared at Feng Xun with a grim look on his face.
“Move!” Feng Xun stared at him.
“Young Lord Feng, this is Miss Fengqi’s…”
Before Zuo Qingliu could finish the sentence, Feng Xun reached out and picked Zuo Qingliu up like he was holding a chicken.
Crash —
Zuo Qingliu smashed into the wall. The violent energy seemed to burn up his insides, and blood threatened to rush up his throat.
Feng Xun ignored him and headed right into the room.
“Ah!”
A frightened shriek rang out inside.
Miss Fengqi was changing into a complicated dress, which consisted of dozens of layers, but together, looked as thin as cicada wings.
The teenage girl raised her head. She had delicate features and was blushing prettily. Her exquisite shoulder blades looked almost transparent under the light.
Of course Miss Fengqi knew who Young Lord Feng was.
As for the guests tonight —
