Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The Saint sounded so loyal and righteous that it moved the hearts of the people there.
In fact, he sounded so loyal to the country that the emperor should have given him the best citizen award right there and then.
Yu Xiao who was still holding his cup almost dropped it when he heard the Saint’s mournful sigh.
He had always respected the orders of the emperor, and couldn’t bear seeing Feng Zheng losing his daughter?
Brother, did you learn to lie during your ten-year isolation?
Who was the one who had turned down the emperor’s request to take on the crown prince as apprentice, and placed him under the care of Jin Gang instead?
Not to mention, of course, the sacrificial ceremony that had been going on for thousands of years. Countless lives had been taken for it, and the Saint sure didn’t seem bothered when watching that.
And his so-called reluctance to grant the slave’s wish? Where was it? Yu Xiao took a sip of his tea to calm down as he thought about it.
The sacrificial ceremony of Nanqiu Kingdom was put to an end due to the unexpected occurrence.
“Do not get angry, Your Highness. Slaves have been used as sacrifices to heaven and the beasts, it is pitiful enough that they don’t get to retain their bodies and their souls remain wandering. There will be many blessings and merits if we spare the life of this one,” Feng Fei’er held Nangong Yan’s wrist gently and said softly when she saw his expression.
“But look at her, Sister! She is a slave, a good-for-nothing, the most useless creature in the whole of Nanqiu Kingdom! Why show your empathy when they don’t even deserve to be alive?” Feng Mo’er snarled, her contemptuous tone filled with arrogance.
“We value the strong in Nanqiu Kingdom, Sister. You are kind, but weak. You will be queen if you marry the crown prince, how will you rule the harem like this?” Feng Mo’er peeked at Nangong Yan and whispered to Feng Fei’er.
“Marry the prince? That is not true…” Feng Fei’er blushed and said shyly to Feng Mo’er.
“Why is it not true?” Nangong Yan grabbed Feng Fei’er’s waist. “Aren’t you mine already? Who are you going to marry if not me?” Nangong Yan demanded, the viciousness in his eyes subsiding as he cuddled Feng Fei’er.
“Your Highness.” Feng Fei’er blushed shyly as she pretended to push Nangong Yan away, her expression hesitant. “But Ruchu…”
“She is dead,” Nangong Yan scoffed.
“Who said Ruchu is dead? She is alive! That slave is Feng Ruchu!” Feng Mo’er howled when she recalled it.
Feng Ruchu was in a palace, lying on a bed made of ice when she woke up.
Beside her was a fluffy black cat at the height of her waist, stirring a bowl of medicine with a spoon in its little paw.
“You are awake, young lady?” The black cat asked happily when it saw Feng Ruchu staring at it, and it shocked Feng Ruchu so badly that she jumped off the bed.
“What- What are you?” Feng Ruchu stammered.
It was rare to see a cat using a spoon, let alone one that could talk.