"But what?" The tone was urgent and exceedingly forceful. Yun Aotian thought of how he had just exposed a bit of weakness in front of this woman, only for her to burst into laughter like this. He couldn't help but feel somewhat annoyed.
"But... but... Right, why did you give Spirit-Gathering Pills to Heiyu and the others but not me when you had such good stuff!" She had originally been preparing to shift the topic, but unexpectedly, it immediately touched upon an issue that Feng Jiuge herself cared about immensely.
That thing could increase one's power by sixty years of cultivation. If she had three to five of them...
"Gone." Yun Aotian's answer was quite frank.
"How are they gone?"
"They're too ordinary. I only carried three on me. Make do with that inner core of the Heavenly Demon Fire Scorpion for now. Once I've recovered, I'll get you something better."
Hearing this, Feng Jiuge's heart immediately felt balanced.
This feeling—why did it somewhat feel like she had latched onto a wealthy patron?
"Husband, you are simply too wonderful. Pinky swear—a hundred years, no take-backs. Don't go back on what you promised me, okay?" Unilaterally hooking Yun Aotian's pinky finger and muttering away, she then smiled at him, hummed a little tune, and went out to eat.
Yun Aotian looked at his pinky finger, chuckled softly, and shook his head.
The moment she stepped out, trouble found her. Feng Jiuge had just reached the entrance of Bai Shan Zhai when she saw a familiar, graceful figure sway right in front of her, pointing at her nose and barking madly.
"Why can she stay here when we can't?! She has money, but we're even richer! She has the Feng family backing her, but I'm also a member of the Feng family, and now I'm the eldest young madam of the Eastern Qian Zheng family! If you don't give me a reason today, I'll have people tear down your Yuyang Tower!"
Feng Jiuge lowered her eyes, looking at the long, scarlet nails nearly touching her nose. She giggled and reached out to push down the arm pointing at her. "I say, Big Sister, you finally came back to your maiden home—why such a fiery temper?"
The woman before her was only a few years older than Feng Jiuge, yet she was Feng Qingge, the eldest daughter among the Feng family's nine daughters. Between her brows and eyes, she bore a slight resemblance to Feng Jiuge, but those beautiful features were slightly upturned, giving her an arrogant, domineering appearance.
Since childhood, it wasn't only her father Feng Yun who had never seen eye to eye with Feng Jiuge—there was also this eldest sister of hers, who always got whatever she wanted. Whether playing dirty or fighting openly, the two had never stopped tripping each other up. Unfortunately, a few years ago she had married Zheng Yeming, the young master of the Eastern Qian Zheng family, and Feng Jiuge's life had suddenly become much less entertaining.
Feeling somewhat empty, Feng Jiuge had Heijin inform the inns below to refuse accommodating her big sister, who put on such grand airs.
Thus, the pitiful Feng Qingge could only sleep in carriages, the wilderness, and shady inns all the way here, long since harboring a belly full of anger. She had never expected to encounter such a situation even on her own father's turf. Even more unexpectedly, a glance revealed that good-for-nothing younger sister of hers lounging about leisurely inside Yuyang Tower. Her fury flared instantly. She took several strides and rushed inside, directly starting to make a scene.
"Oh my, so it was actually Little Nine. Look at my eyesight—taking this long to recognize you. Truly, a girl changes eighteen times as she grows up; the more she changes, the prettier she gets." Feng Qingge raised the corner of her eye, pursed her lips, and smiled—such a captivating, alluring look. Where was that shrew who had just been cursing in the streets with her hands on her hips?
So this was what they called a noble young lady.
Feng Jiuge smiled back. "Not at all, not at all—I’m still the same. Rather, Big Sister is getting more and more flavorful with age. An old beauty past her prime, yet her charm remains."