1200: Were You Talking About Me?

Were You Talking About Me?

It was none other than Zhen Qiu!1

Zhen Qiu and Zhen Xia were twins. Since Zhen Xia worked for Zuo Qingluan, so did Zhen Qiu.

And Zhen Qiu had been deliberately guiding the conversation in that direction because she saw Feng Wu walking their way. She was trying to make Feng Wu angry.

She thought she knew Feng Wu's disposition well, and that the latter would storm off after hearing the conversation. But to her surprise —

Feng Wu took action without hesitation.

Held up by Feng Wu, Zhen Qiu couldn't move a muscle.

"Argh, you —" Zhen Qiu looked frightened.

Holding her throat, Feng Wu stared at her with an emotionless face. "Were you talking about me?"

"Hm —"

Feng Wu had lifted Zhen Qiu off the ground, and the girl struggled in fear.

No matter how hard she struggled, Feng Wu wouldn't let go.

Zhen Qiu's pupils dilated and her eyes filled with fear…

Feng Wu let go of her just before the maid was about to die.

Thud!

Zhen Qiu fell to the ground with a thump. She was in such pain that she was in tears.

Feng Wu darted another murderous look at Zhen Qiu before she walked away, acting as though Zhen Qiu was nothing but an ant.

Sitting on the ground, Zhen Qiu gasped for air, still looking shaken…

Feng stood quietly outside the study.

He didn't say a word when Feng Wu arrived, and only opened the door for her.

Feng Wu didn't look too happy, but she was trying to control her temper.

She walked into the study to find the handsome teenager sitting at the table.

A stack of memorials were on the table, and the teenager was reading them attentively.

Warm sunlight shone in through the side window onto the side of his face.

The teenager had well-defined features, and accentuated by the light, he gave off an unapproachable feeling.

"He looks as pretty as a picture." Those words popped into Feng Wu's head, and she was dazed on the spot as she forgot what she was there for.

Just then, the teenager slowly looked up at Feng Wu with his brooding eyes.

But he went back to the memorials almost immediately as he said in an indifferent tone, "You're awake."

Recalling what she heard from the maids earlier, Feng Wu bit her lower lip and snorted without saying a word.

With how arrogant the crown prince was, he sat there and waited for Feng Wu to thank him. However, when she finally arrived, she looked rather reluctant to be there.

Frowning, Jun Linyuan spoke in that indifferent tone again. "Well done, confronting Xuanyuan Kun's soul like that."

There was obvious reproach in his slightly sarcastic tone.

Gritting her teeth, Feng Wu retorted inwardly: She hadn't known that Xuanyuan Kun's soul was in Xuanyuan Yi's body at first.

But somehow, the indifferent glance Jun Linyuan gave her reminded Feng Wu of when she was little and her beautiful master had scolded her when he caught her slacking off.

Clenching her fists, Feng Wu didn't speak.

Since Feng Wu wouldn't reply, Jun Linyuan pushed away the memorials, which fell to the floor one after another.

Feng Wu had very sharp eyes. She saw that all the memorials were about impeaching Jun Linyuan.

"Get over here!"

The teenager was breathtakingly beautiful, but his cold voice was even more striking.

Feng Wu clenched her fists.

After all, Jun Linyuan had helped her. With that thought in mind, Feng Wu walked up to Jun Linyuan.

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