Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Many people shook their heads.
Zuo Qingluan was walking up the stairs when she heard the conversation. She smiled a little.
Behind her, Feng Wu shook her head in resignation.
“Xiao Wu, aren’t you angry? She’s the one…” Chaoge pointed at Zuo Qingluan and was furious.
Feng Wu smiled. “Already upset? That’s nothing.”
Chaoge said, “What do you mean?”
Feng Wu patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll soon get back at her in relation to what she cares about the most.”
Chaoge lowered her voice and asked, “What’s that?”
Feng Wu was speechless. “What do you think?”
Chaoge’s eyes lit up. “Do you mean…”
Feng Wu stopped her. “Don’t spoil it just yet.”
Chaoge was thrilled. She held Feng Wu’s hand and said excitedly, “Xiao Wu, you can like His Royal Highness now! I won’t be unhappy! Let’s upset her as much as we can!”
Feng Wu said, “Were you unhappy before?”
Chaoge said, “Well…”
Feng Wu patted her head. “Don’t worry. I only need Jun Linyuan to fall in love with me. As for me…” Feng Wu thought about the handsome teenager and let her voice trail off.
Chaoge didn’t understand why Feng Wu stopped talking all of a sudden. Just then, someone showed up.
“Miss Yue.” Feng Wu had dealt with Yan Yue several times before.
Yan Yue smiled politely at Feng Wu, but she was filled with emotion.
If she hadn’t seen how the crown prince treated Feng Wu, she would never believe that her young master had such a gentle side.
But she would never tell another soul.
“Miss Feng Wu.” Yan Yue smiled at her. “Are you here for His Royal Highness?”
Feng Wu would have said no on a normal occasion, but she nodded this time.
Yan Yue led Feng Wu to the eighth floor of the tower.
Each floor of the tower had an entry requirement, and to enter the eighth floor, one had to be either a Spiritual King or a very influential figure of the empire.
Right now, there were only two people there.
They were Zuo Qingluan and Tongque.
Recalling how grumpy her young master had been recently, Yan Yue was even more polite to Feng Wu.
She hoped that the sight of Feng Wu would appease the crown prince. “Miss Feng, please wait here. I’ll come back for you when His Royal Highness is free.”
Meanwhile, a maid was serving tea to Zuo Qingluan.
Yan Yue personally took a cup of tea from the tray and put it next to Feng Wu.
She was the head of this tower, and she had just served Feng Wu a cup of tea!
Zuo Qingluan was perplexed.
Although she wanted to ignore Feng Wu, Yan Yue was hovering…
Zuo Qingluan hated to think that Yan Yue was attending to Feng Wu like a maid, but that was exactly what it was.
The sacred lady’s face was livid.
She thought very highly of herself and wouldn’t speak to Feng Wu, so she glanced at Tongque.
In Zuo Qingluan’s circle, Feng Wu had always been a villain, so Tongque thought that she knew everything about Feng Wu.
