Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
There were grounds for Feng Xun’s speculation. Since Jun Linyuan was still betrothed to Feng Wu, it was very likely that the Feng clan would benefit from the marriage, unless... Feng Wu ruined the opportunity herself.
Hence, Feng Xun acted on his own imagined cleverness and added, “They say that the Feng clan is the phoenix-maker – I can see that now 1 .”
However, Feng Liu took it completely the wrong way. As an expert in self-delusion and filling in the gaps of a story herself, her heart raced when she heard Feng Xun’s comment!
The phoenix-maker... A girl with the status of a phoenix that could elevate the whole clan?
Feng Wu was definitely out of the question, so the most promising girl left in the clan was...
Feng Liu felt the blood rush to her head at that thought!
Gosh, the crown prince... the crown prince... had feelings for her! Feng Liu clenched her fists and trembled in excitement.
No one knew about all the wild imaginings in Feng Liu’s head.
Feng Yiran watched as Jun Linyuan headed for the middle court, and his stomach lurched as he recalled that Feng Wu was right there.
Deeming Feng Wu a stubborn, stupid girl, he presumed that Feng Wu had to hold a grudge toward the crown prince for breaking off the engagement. Fearing that the resentful girl would offend His Royal Highness, Feng Yiran ran up to Jun Linyuan’s side in a hurry, bowed, and gestured in another direction. “Your Royal Highness, the main hall is this way —”
Feng Xun frowned. “Feng Yiran, are you stopping us from going to the middle court? What are you playing at?”
Feng Yiran didn’t dare keep anything from the crown prince and his entourage. He gestured with his hand and smiled awkwardly. “To be honest with you, the middle court is right ahead, but a cursed person resides there, and I’m afraid that this person will offend my honorable guests, hence —”
“A cursed one? Who’s that?” Feng Xun asked curiously.
“Well, as you might have heard, a disaster befell the Feng clan and this bane of ours is the reason we’re no longer among the nine major clans. As a result, we banished that person here to the old manor on the northern border...”
Feng Xun blinked. “Don’t tell me that by ‘cursed one,’ you’re referring to... Feng Wu?”
Feng Yiran was embarrassed. ” Sigh . How unfortunate. My poor family...”
Fairy Muyao chuckled into her palm. She couldn’t stop herself from grinning.
She wouldn’t admit defeat before coming to the Feng family manor, for she couldn’t stand the thought of being outshone by a useless girl like Feng Wu. After hearing the contemptuous remarks of a member of the Feng clan, she was over the moon.
Feng Xun, on the other hand, gave Feng Yiran a strange look, which made the hairs on Feng Yiran’s back stand up.
“Feng Wu? I haven’t seen her for five years, I wonder how she’s doing now. I’d like to see her.” Feng Wu smiled. “Take us there.”
Feng Xun remained as haughty as a young noble lord should be toward Feng Yiran and couldn’t be bothered to show any consideration.
Feng Yiran turned to Jun Linyuan. The crown prince stood there with the same impassive look on his face and brooding eyes. No one knew what was going on in his mind.
He neither opposed nor agreed with the suggestion. That noncommittal manner only baffled Feng Yiran further.
“We’d like to see her, like, right now.” Feng Xun threw a dirty look at Feng Yiran.