Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Mrs Yan looked at Yan Yan in resignation.
Of course she wanted to sing praises of her own daughter instead of Feng Wu, but she simply couldn’t find anything in Yan Yan to praise!
She looked at Yan Yan from head to toe, and the longer she studied her daughter, the more lacking she found her. Mrs Yan’s brow furrowed even more deeply.
Yan Yan couldn’t take it anymore. “Mum, why are you looking at me like that?”
Mrs Yan said, ” Sigh . Tell me, apart from your cultivation level, are you better than Miss Feng in any other way?”
Yan Yan was so frustrated. “Mum, do you see me as such a useless person now? You hated Feng Wu yourself and found her so arrogant and proud, didn’t you?”
Mrs Yan snapped, “Of course those without merits are repulsive when they act arrogant, but she has every right to be! She has what it takes to be this conceited! What can you do about it?”
Yan Yan stomped her foot in vexation. “Are you even my mother?”
“I’m your mother and that’s exactly why I’m telling you this.” Mrs Yan rubbed her forehead. “Just think about it. Other than being born into a good family, have you achieved anything on your own?”
Yan Yan was speechless. She didn’t need to be dealt that much truth!
“Miss Feng may not be the best cultivator out there, but she found her own way and her future looks very promising. Even if you look past that, you still shouldn’t talk to her like that after she’s saved you several times. Show her some respect from now on, alright?” Mrs Yan gave Yan Yan a glance. “I need to take care of this thing with your aunt now. Don’t make more trouble for me.”
Yan Yan was excited at the news. Grabbing Mrs Yan’s hand, she asked, “Mother, was that girl really sent by that Chu woman? Damn it! We should have killed her!”
Mrs Yan smirked. “She’s not getting out of this alive.”
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Mrs Yan and Yan Yan’s voices faded as they walked away.
Meanwhile, inside the tent, Feng Wu shook her head with a wry smile after hearing Mrs Yan’s words. She hadn’t expected to be praised by Mrs Yan. That was a surprise.
Shaking her head, she cleared her mind of all unnecessary thoughts, then began to treat Mrs Ning with Spiritual Dragon Tongue Grass.
The juice of the grass was verdant green, and Feng Wu cooked it into a liquid with a pleasant smell.
“Feed this to her,” Feng Wu instructed Granny Qu.
Granny Qu took the liquid right away and fed Mrs Ning with a spoon.
Feng Wu stared at Feng Wu anxiously. “Is my aunt alright?”
Taking her cub from Feng Xun, Feng Wu said casually, “Mrs Ning will wake up in 15 minutes, but she’s extremely weak at the moment and is drained of spiritual essence. Don’t go heavy on the nutritious food. Give her a liquid diet, like some plain porridge. I’ll come back tomorrow.”
After that, Feng Wu left with her cub.
This cub was exceptionally thin. Because it had been born before it reached full term, its eyes were still closed. It kept smacking its lips and looked very innocent.
“Why, a little tiger?” The beautiful lady was doing some embroidery work in boredom when Feng Wu and Qiuling got back. Seeing the adorable cub in Feng Wu’s hands, the lady’s eyes lit up.
Feng Wu said, “The little thing is not even over two hours old. I took it out of its dead mother’s womb. It would be dead if I hadn’t discovered it in time.”
The lady’s maternal instincts instantly ran wild. She took pity on the cub and reached out for it in a hurry.
The cub turned and lay there with its belly facing up. With its two paws next to its chin, it looked cute as a button.
