3887: Against Princess Raoxi (2)

Against Princess Raoxi (2)

"But this is the Northern Yan Kingdom, and the person you've beaten up is one of the future heirs to the throne!" The seventh princess smirked. "How bold of you… I'd like to see how you're going to get out of this after my father arrives!"0

However, Feng Wu only glanced at her and remained unperturbed.

"Gosh, are we just going to stand here? My legs are a little tired." Feng Wu looked at Zhao in grievance.

The seventh princess glanced at Feng Wu and smirked. "Get tired just by standing there? You're a Spiritual Overlord who can beat Raoxi up! Stop lying!

"Moreover, everyone here is more prestigious than a nobody from the Junwu Empire. Do you think you'll get a chair?"

However, with a wave of his hand, a young eunuch showed up and crouched down in front of Feng Wu.

Feng Wu looked from the obedient eunuch to Zhao and shook her head.

Of course, she knew what Zhao meant, but she couldn't sit on a eunuch's back like everyone else in the imperial palace.

Zhao immediately took Feng Wu's hint.

Luckily, he was well-prepared.

As soon as the young eunuch knelt, Zhao told another eunuch to fetch a chair. As expected, the young eunuch returned shortly afterward.

He didn't dare to breathe loudly when he put the chair down in front of Feng Wu. He only caught his breath after he stepped back.

Zhao straightened his chair and invited Feng Wu to sit down. "Miss Feng, please have a seat."

Feng Wu nodded and sat down.

The seventh princess's eyes widened.

Her eyes were big and round to begin with, and they almost popped out now.

What was going on? She couldn't understand it.

She couldn't understand why Feng Wu, a nobody from the Junwu Empire, could be treated like this by Zhao, who was her father's most trusted servant. The king never said anything, so Zhao represented how the king felt about Feng Wu. In that case…

Was it because she was pretty?

Was it because her father liked Feng Wu and wanted to make her his consort? Was that it?

Ahhh!!!

At that thought, the seventh princess wanted to scream. Why? Why? She wouldn't have it!

Hence, the look she gave Feng Wu became even more fierce.

Feng Wu was confused. What was this princess doing? Why did she look like she was going to lose her mind?

By then, Raoxi had reached the king.

"Father…"

Raoxi sobbed like a poor girl.

The king was going through the memorials to the throne when he saw a person kneeling in front of him and crying like a poor kitten.

Who else could it be but his Raoxi?

"How did you…"

The king helped Raoxi to her feet. Seeing her crying, he softened a little and wasn't as displeased with her anymore.

"What's going on?" The king frowned.

Raoxi happened to look up at that moment.

Her cheeks were swollen, and it was obvious that she had been slapped. Her clothes were also smeared with dirt…

"You…" The king couldn't believe his eyes. Why did Raoxi look like she had been beaten up?

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