When Chen Xinlu saw Feng Tianlan raise her head, she covered her mouth and chuckled. “Whoops. It’s the Demon King’s fiancée, Feng Tianlan.”
“Why don’t you scram,” Feng Tianlan said in a cold voice. She then lowered her head and continued braiding her concentric knot. She wanted to complete it before Mobai returned so she could give it to him.
When Chen Xinlu heard Feng Tianlan’s cold voice, she laughed sarcastically. “You have been reduced to selling concentric knots with your pretty looks, yet you’re still pretending to be the Demon King’s fiancée? Could you be any more shameful?”
“Miss, she is indeed the Demon King’s princess consort. She…” the peddler began to say.
“I am not talking to you, so shut up,” Chen Xinlu said, interrupting the peddler. She then looked him over from head to toe. He looked like he was in his thirties. Although he seemed rather honest, there was still hints of a businessman’s cunning in his eyes. He was also short and quite muscular.
She then looked at Feng Tianlan, who was standing beside him. Feng Tianlan standing in the booth gave off the impression of a flower in a dunghill. Chen Xinlu then laughed out loud sarcastically. “Feng Tianlan, were you forced to be with a short, muscular, lowly peddler after your scheme of pretending to be the Demon King’s fiancée was exposed?”
“Lu’er, stop it.” Shi Yiqing wanted to pull Chen Xinlu away.
Chen Xinlu shook his hand off. “Let go of me. Don’t forget that she was the one who did this to my foot. I didn’t get to meet her before. Therefore, I must get back what I deserve right now.”
“Miss Feng, I am really sorry. I can’t control her, and I don’t plan to care about her anymore. It’s up to you. You can do whatever you want with her,” Shi Yiqing said. He grew angry when he saw Chen Xinlu acting unrepentant. He stepped to the side and became a bystander.
Feng Tianlan looked at the concentric knot that she had finished. It was rather crooked. She then frowned. She had a photographic memory with everything. However, she was rather clumsy when braiding a concentric knot.
“Feng Tianlan, I am talking to you. Do you hear me?” Chen Xinlu shouted angrily when she saw Feng Tianlan ignoring her.
Feng Tianlan didn’t even look up. She put the completed concentric knot in the pocket on her chest. She then took out another red string and began braiding a new one. “All I can hear is a dog barking,” she said.
If she had the time to quarrel with Chen Xinlu, it would be better to use that time to braid a better-looking concentric knot.
“Feng Tianlan!” Chen Xinlu was so angry that she raised her hand and flipped the whole booth over. “Since you’re not watching what you’re saying, I will stop you from doing business.”
The stall collapsed. Feng Tianlan dodged the tipped over booth subconsciously, while the peddler was almost injured by it.
“Chen Xinlu, are you trying to cause trouble?” Feng Tianlan looked at the concentric knots that were scattered across the ground, then raised her head and stared coldly at Chen Xinlu, who was reluctant to give in.
“I am not causing trouble to anyone but you. I want to put you out of business.” Chen Xinlu mocked Feng Tianlan in a cold tone. “Didn’t you say that you are the Demon King’s fiancée? Why are you in Lin’an City? Didn’t the Demon King take you back to Bailan Alliance?”
Feng Tianlan found what Chen Xinlu had said rather funny. She raised her eyebrows and said, “You still think that I’m a fake?”
Chen Xinlu looked at the red, partially braided string in Feng Tianlan’s hand. Her tone became even more sarcastic as she said, “Would you think it was true? Do you think the Demon King would allow his fiancée to sell concentric knots in public?”
“Miss, this really is the Demon King’s princess consort,” the peddler said immediately. The Demon King had been there earlier.
Chen Xinlu looked at Feng Tianlan with disdain. “How could a person like her be the Demon Princess Consort? She’s just a fake. The Demon King doesn’t get close to women. Even if she were a peerless beauty, the Demon King would never be interested in her.”
Feng Tianlan stopped the peddler, who wanted to continue arguing. “Don’t worry about her; just treat her like a clown.”
