Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Feng Wu said in her head: I’ll stay this way forever? Says who? She was already able to resume her cultivation now, and she had her master’s Divine Blood of the Phoenix. No one could predict how far she would go in the future!
“So?” Feng Wu smiled at him.
“So, do you want to work for me as my personal chef? The Feng Manor will always welcome you and offer you food and shelter,” said Young Lord Feng with a smile.
Feng Wu rolled her eyes.
Feng Xun made another offer. “Hey, don’t roll your eyes. Is being my chef too petty a position for you? Fair enough. How about Boss Jun’s personal chef, then?”
Feng Xun was so confident in himself that he was sure Feng Wu would say yes. She liked Boss Jun, didn’t she? It was so obvious!
Feng Wu rolled her eyes again. “In your dreams!”
“But why? Don’t tell me that you’re still dreaming of somehow becoming the wife of the crown prince and the future queen of the empire?” Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu in disbelief. “Now that’s a real dream. No emperor has ever taken a good-for-nothing as a wife!”
Feng Wu serious thought that if she were any less magnanimous, she would have exploded from what Feng Xun said.
“Am I not telling the truth?” Feng Xun found her glare baffling.
Feng Wu snorted. “Why are you so sure that I’ll stay this way? I’m telling you: Tomorrow, I’ll be a Level 1 Spiritual Master!”
” Pfft — ” Feng Xun broke into laughter at those words. Patting Feng Wu’s slim shoulder, he said, “Fine, fine. Don’t be pissed, but you’ll never be able to cultivate again in your life. Spiritual essence has left you forever.”
Feng Wu smirked. “What will you do if I become a Level 1 Spiritual Master tomorrow?”
When Feng Wu refined that pill, even Old Man Ba didn’t know that what she was refining was the Nine Transformation Spirit Restoration Pill. Even if he did, he wouldn’t know that she had used the juice of the Immortal Spiritual Fruit.
Hence, if she could resume her cultivation, they might not necessarily make the connection between her and that Immortal Spiritual Fruit.
“If you really can do that, I’ll give you whatever you want!” Feng Xun patted his chest and made a promise!
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“What is said —”
“Can’t be retracted —”
Feng Wu then turned to leave. But at that moment, Feng Xun reached out and offered to help. “Let me take those for you.”
“No!” Feng Wu shouted.
Feng Xun rubbed his ears. He thought that the girl’s shrill cry had ripped his eardrums.
“Fine, don’t scream — are you keeping some secret in those clothes?” Feng Xun eyed the clothes in Feng Wu’s arms curiously with his clear, bright eyes.
Feng Wu took a deep breath. Calm down. You must keep calm.
Before she could think of an excuse, a door to one of the rooms opened.
“Miss Wu —” Granny Zhao, her beautiful mother’s chambermaid, saw the clothes Feng Wu was holding and asked, “What are those?”
Feng Wu made up an excuse right away. “They were blown off the drying rack and got dirt on them. I was going to take them back and wash them again.”
Granny Zhao came toward Feng Wu in a hurry and reached out. “Miss Wu, go keep the guests company. I’ll take the laundry. Miss Wu, let me wash them for you.”
Feng Wu could have given them to Granny Zhao, but if the granny unwrapped the shawl here… Feng Wu would be dead before she knew it!
Hence, Feng Wu declined with a smile. “Granny Zhao, you’re already so busy taking care of my mother, along with everything else. I knocked these clothes to the ground myself, of course I should wash them.”
Feng Wu had never felt this flustered…
