Seeing the person approaching, Feng Xian's expression turned cold. "Does the King of Beijiang have business?"
"Nothing," replied the King of Beijiang.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xian said sarcastically, "Then you've come to the wrong person. You should look for Feng Ling; she is the clan leader."
She heard the King of Beijiang's laughter.
Slightly annoyed, she was still angry, and he was still laughing. She raised her head, about to question him furiously, but met his clear, handsome, and fair face. The moonlight that night was intense, falling upon him, making him appear like an immortal descended from the heavens.
Her anger seemed to lessen considerably. She turned her face away. "What are you laughing at?"
The King of Beijiang said softly, "This King laughs because such a beautiful woman shouldn't be angry."
Feng Xian trembled, her face flushing slightly. "Your Highness, you are too good with words. You have many beauties, far more than our Feng Yin clan."
"But none of them are you..." The King of Beijiang's voice held a seductive quality.
Warm breath washed over her. Feng Xian instinctively took a step back, her footing suddenly lost, and she fell backward. Suddenly, she landed in an embrace, filled with a strong masculine scent.
She forcefully pushed him away and retreated several steps. "Your Highness, you..."
"Miss Feng, the first moment I saw you, this King wondered how such a pure and clean girl could exist. Better than any other girl here."
Feng Xian felt her cheeks grow hot. "Your... Your Highness, you've had too much to drink. I should be going back."
She fled in a panic.
The King of Beijiang stood in place, smelling Feng Xian's scent on his hands, his eyes revealing a mocking smile. So this was the woman of the Feng Yin clan, so easily deceived?
He had heard that his father, with the help of a woman from the Feng Yin clan, had become a regent king who could cover the sky with one hand. But later, when the matter was exposed, that woman, filled with hatred, returned to her clan. His father then plummeted into ruin until he was imprisoned by Xue Zi Ning.
He would absolutely not repeat his father's mistakes, nor would he be betrayed by everyone like his father. He wanted to grasp the opportunity firmly; he wanted to ascend to that position.
"Someone..." he said in a low voice.
A figure landed before him. "Your Highness, your subordinate is here."
"You do this..."
The next day
Feng Xian was awakened by a knock on the door. She got up and opened it to find several young maids standing outside. One of them said, "Miss, this servant will help you with your toilette."
Feng Xian, startled, quickly retreated. "No... no need. You all go out; I can do it myself."
"Miss Feng, His Highness said that if you refuse, he fears these servants will be punished. Please take pity on us!" Suddenly, they knelt down.
Feng Xian was not heartless. Thinking that these young maids were unarmed and could do nothing to her, she said, "Get up. Is it not acceptable for me to use your help?"
The young maids' tears turned into smiles as they quickly came over to help her with her toilette. Feng Xian had only heard the Fifth Elder say that wealthy families outside had maids to serve them, and the royal family even more so. Just for the toilette, so many people served.
Now she understood. So many people served only her.
Combing her hair, dressing, even washing her face, she didn't have to do it herself. This, she realized, was the life of royalty.
Before, she didn't understand what the Fifth Elder was reminiscing about. It turned out that besides that man, there were these comforts.
"Miss Feng, how is it?" A young maid stood before her with a bronze mirror.
She looked up and saw the maiden in the mirror, bright-eyed and white-toothed, astonishingly beautiful. She was stunned. "This... is this me?"
The young maid smiled. "It is Miss Feng. Miss Feng is truly beautiful."
"It's you who are skilled..." Feng Xian couldn't believe the person in the mirror was her.
So, she could be this beautiful.
"Second Sister..." Feng Ling pushed the door open. Seeing so many young maids in the room, she was stunned. But what stunned her even more was Feng Xian's appearance.
Seeing Feng Ling arrive, Feng Xian quickly beckoned her. "Come quickly and see, is this me?"
"Second Sister, you are so beautiful!" Feng Ling praised her without hesitation.
Feng Xian, hearing this, was extremely proud. "It's all thanks to their skill."
"Second Sister, why did they dress you up so beautifully? They didn't say anything about dressing me up." Feng Ling said.
Feng Xian froze. "Didn't anyone go to help Feng Ling with her toilette?"
The young maid replied, "My lord only instructed us to serve Miss Feng. He did not mention another lady."
Feng Ling was stunned, finding it both amusing and exasperating. "There can be discrimination like this?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Xian felt a strange sense of joy. Finally, someone recognized her worth.
"Good sister, don't mind it. Perhaps they think I'm not as beautiful as you, and they want to dress me up."
"Miss Feng is naturally beautiful," the young maid said.
Feng Xian was flattered and rewarded them with some silver before they left.
Watching Feng Xian mesmerized by it all, Feng Ling couldn't help but remind her, "Second Sister, why is the King of Beijiang being so good to you? You must be clear, he is after..."
"Ling'er, I know what you want to say. I understand clearly. He is merely after the power of the Feng Yin clan. Don't worry, I'm not ignorant of everything."
Feng Ling nodded. "It's good that Second Sister understands."
"Alright, I'm not an idiot to be deceived by others?" Feng Xian said unhappily.
Feng Ling said no more. Seeing this, Feng Xian said, "Let's go and have breakfast. I'm hungry."
Feng Ling nodded.
Seeing the lavish breakfast on the table, Feng Ling was taken aback. Their meals had never been this abundant before.
"My lord said he had a pleasant chat with Miss Feng last night and apologizes for any previous lack of preparation. Please don't take offense!"
Feng Xian's face flushed slightly, but she was inwardly delighted. "Your Highness is too kind."
"It is only right," the young maid said respectfully to Feng Xian.
"Ling'er, eat!" Feng Xian picked up a meat bun and handed it to Feng Ling.
"Second Sister, the King of Beijiang is too good to you. I fear he has ulterior motives, Second Sister, you..."
Feng Xian looked at Feng Ling. "Treating me well makes you uncomfortable, Ling'er?"
Feng Ling was startled and looked at Feng Xian, confused. "Second Sister, what are you talking about? What discomfort?"
Feng Xian smiled. "Before, everyone revolved around you. Now, here, they suddenly revolve around me, so Ling'er feels unaccustomed, is that it?"
"Second Sister, why would you think that? I've never thought that..."
"Is that so? Then please don't say such things anymore. I'm not foolish; I can distinguish between good and bad people." Feng Xian's expression was as cold as frost.
Feng Ling was stunned. She wanted to say something but finally remained silent.
After breakfast, Feng Xian left.
Feng Ling stood there, stunned. How had Feng Xian changed? She had changed so much that she suddenly didn't recognize her.
Feng Xian returned to her room. A young maid approached her. "Miss Feng, His Highness invites you to go out and have fun."
"I'm not in the mood. I won't go," Feng Xian refused.