Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Yes, Young Lord Feng.” Mayor Bi smiled. “As the matchmaker, of course Young Lord Feng will be an honored guest at the wedding ceremony, hahaha —”
Feng Xun looked at Mayor Bi as if the latter was an idiot. He had thought the mayor a smart guy at first, but as it turned out, he was the biggest fool.
“Well, I don’t think that’s possible.” Feng Xun curled his lips.
Mayor Bi and Feng Yiran asked in unison, “Young Lord Feng, are you going back to the imperial capital already?”
Feng Xun darted a glance at Jun Linyuan, who seemed to be as undisturbed as ever. However, anyone who knew the crown prince well enough would realize that the guy was in a terrible mood. And when the crown prince was in a terrible mood, he wanted to kill someone.
“Going back?” Feng Xun rubbed his chin and glanced at Feng Wu. He wouldn’t leave Northern Border City now, even if it wasn’t about Feng Wu’s cooking.
“What, then?” Feng Yiran asked curiously.
For a young lord like Feng Xun, he could stop the proceedings with a single sentence, but he wasn’t going to do that, because… he had no reason to. He wasn’t going to help a proud girl without getting any reward out of it.
Feng Xun gave Feng Wu a complacent look. The girl was the one in trouble now, which had nothing to do with him. Hence, he was going to sit by and watch and see if the girl could handle it as effortlessly as she would have been able to five years ago.
However, Feng Wu grabbed Feng Xun by his hand at that moment and pulled him to one side.
“What are you doing? A woman of honor reasons things out instead of resorting to force. Let go of my hand! You’ll ruin my virtue!” Feng Xun said in a serious tone.
Feng Wu stared at him as if she was looking at a mad person. She then lowered her voice and said, “Make this go away for me.”
Seeing that Feng Wu was asking him for help, Feng Xun heaved with joy. Raising his chin, he said arrogantly, “I’m not the one being forced into a marriage here. Who are you to me? Why should I help you?”
Feng Wu said calmly, “I’ll make you a deal.”
Feng Xun was intrigued. “What deal?”
“You like the spicy Sichuan dishes, don’t you?”
Feng Xun said in exasperation, “Why do you say that? I don’t!”
“I see. I’ll never cook them for you again, then.”
Feng Xun glared at her. “You can’t do that!”
Feng Wu arched her eyebrows, rested her hands on her waist, and glared back at Feng Xun. “Try me.”
“You, you… you’re such a rude girl!” Feng Xun glowered. “You’ve got such a fiery temper. A dull beauty? Tsk, tsk, you were really good at acting!”
Feng Wu threw another dirty look at Feng Xun. There was no time to bicker with him now, so she lay her cards on the table. “Fix this for me and I’ll make you a whole table of Sichuan dishes. All yours and yours alone!”
Feng Xun’s eyes lit up at that. He wiped his mouth and almost said yes!
However, habit made him shook his head. “One meal? That won’t be enough! Let’s make it three!”
“Two and that’s it. I’ll take care of it myself if you won’t —” Feng Wu turned to leave after that.
“Hey, wait!” Feng Xun pulled Feng Wu back, put his hands on his waist, and stepped out in a lofty manner. “You two, what were you saying?”
Feng Yiran and Mayor Bi exchanged looks. Feng Wu and the young lord had been talking secretly in the corner just then. Was she going to try some trick again?
“We were talking about the marriage between Feng Wu and Bi Liangdong…” Feng Liu replied with an ingratiating smile.
