Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
An idea struck Feng Xun and vanished as quickly as it appeared, so much so that he wasn’t able to comprehend it himself.
Qiuling’s stomach churned!
Oh god, please tell me this isn’t happening. If she let anything slip… her mistress would be in so much trouble! Feng Wu’s maid was anything but stupid!
At that thought, Qiuling looked up right away and her heart raced when she saw the brooding look in his eyes. The consequences would be unimaginable if she let him figure it out!
She had to intervene and stop that train of thought!
Qiuling shoved Feng Xun immediately and snapped, “Why did you grab me? Where are you taking me?! Help! This man is forcing himself on me!”
The idea had almost been within Feng Xun’s reach, but Qiuling’s yell successfully interrupted him!
He covered Qiuling’s mouth right away and glared at her. “Shush! Nobody’s forcing anyone! Plus, if I had to force myself on someone, I would certainly pick your mistress over you!”
Qiuling’s top priority at the moment was to confuse Feng Xun as much as possible. Right away, she cried out, “What?! You’re plotting against my mistress?! I can’t believe it! How can you do such a thing?! And you call yourself a young lord? Shame on you!”
Feng Xun wouldn’t care as much if Qiuling had been talking about something else. However, his reputation and honor were being challenged, and of course Feng Xun had to defend himself. He cared about his reputation above all else.
Thus, an argument ensued.
Qiuling did her best to make all manners of quips and to give a false account of the facts. Feng Xun was so frustrated that he immediately forgot about trying to figure out where he might have seen Qiuling before.
That was close… Heart pounding, Qiuling patted her chest and rejoiced at her narrow escape.
Finally, Feng Xun took Qiuling to the tent.
“How’s my mother?” Feng Wu was always concerned about her mother no matter where she was, lest she be ill-treated in any way.
Feng Xun teased her. “Xiao Wu, why do I feel like you don’t have a mother, but a four-year-old daughter? Hahaha —”
Feng Wu threw him a dirty look. “Your aunt is lying there unconscious and you’re laughing?”
Feng Xun straightened his face right away. “How’s my aunt? And what about that poison?”
“The poison is a rather troublesome one, but since we know what the original toxin is and what caused it to flare up, the antidote isn’t that difficult to make.” After that, Feng Wu took some blood from Mrs Ning and dribbled it into the solution made from Dark Netherworld Soil.
“It’s indeed the ‘Lasting Fragrance.’ Interesting.” Feng Wu smiled. “Well, the culprit’s fingers will still have a lingering smell on them —”
Next to Mrs Ning, Xiaohuan’s fingers twitched involuntarily —
Xiaohuan’s eyes then met Feng Wu’s and her stomach lurched. Drawing a dagger out of her sleeve, Xiaohuan stabbed down at Mrs Ning’s forehead!
She moved so fast that the others didn’t have time to react!
Luckily, Feng Wu was prepared.
She threw that bottle of solution at the dagger!
The bottle crashed into the dagger, making a crisp sound.
Granny Qu was astonished!
From what Feng Wu had hinted, she thought that Xiaojing was the traitor lurking at Mrs Ning’s side. As it turned out, it was Xiaohuan, the seemingly docile and insignificant maid.
Xiaohuan tried to flee after the failed attack, but with Feng Xun around, she wasn’t going anywhere.
