Feng Jiuge had been fuming, but after Hei Jin returned from settling Feng Qingge and her party in and made his report, her mood abruptly improved tremendously.
“Master, you really fleeced them good this time. Your eldest sister threw out banknotes worth close to twenty million. I reckon she even left the travel money for her journey home behind. She’s probably in her room right now, regretting it all bitterly.”
Feng Jiuge had just finished gnawing on a chicken leg. At that moment, she was elegantly licking her fingers like a cat. Hearing this, she looked up and glanced at Hei Jin, the corners of her eyes and brows already brimming with smiles.
“It doesn’t matter if she has no travel expenses. They’re the Eldest Young Master and Eldest Young Madam of the Dongqian Family—with that status, there’s no way they’d suffer any hardship. But it’s neither New Year nor any festival; why did they come back?”
Hei Yu set down his chopsticks and answered unhurriedly, “Before long, it will be the once-every-four-years Elder Council selection. I expect they’re also heading to Qingtian Peak to participate in the selection. However, since Qingtian Peak sits right at the center of the Four Great Families’ territories, the couple simply set out a few days early. It’s reasonable enough for them to drop by the Feng residence while they’re at it.”
Feng Jiuge nodded. Her hands were not idle either; she took a plate and piled all sorts of dishes into it, placing a chicken leg on top. Only then did she look up and sweep her gaze over the three of them. “You lot keep eating. When you’re done, keep an eye on that group’s movements for me. I’ll be going first.”
Hei Jin threw down his chopsticks at the sight, no longer in the mood to eat. “Eat, eat, eat. Serving that man so much food—aren’t you afraid he’ll eat himself to death?”
“So what if he eats himself to death? If one dies, there will be a second and a third. Ah-Jin, I’ve long told you not to entertain those kinds of thoughts.”
Hei Jin’s eyes abruptly narrowed, a fierce, ruthless light shooting straight toward Hei Yu. “Can you say you’ve never entertained those kinds of thoughts? And Hei Feng, can you say you haven’t?”
Hei Feng still wore an expressionless face. Without saying a word, he glanced at Hei Jin and Hei Yu, then directly leaped out of Baishan Zhai.
The door was gently pushed open. Feng Jiuge carefully shielded the tray in her hands as she entered the room.
The room was unlit and rather dark. She flicked her hand, sending the small cluster of flame at her fingertip onto the candle wick. The room was instantly suffused with an orange-yellow glow, which could be considered as adding some human warmth to this icy-cold room.
Yet she paused in place for half a second before recovering from the abrupt scene before her.
On her purple cloud-brocade couch, the man in black robes lay on his side fully clothed, propping his head up with one hand, reclining against the couch just so.
His ink-black hair was spread loose, half hanging over his shoulder, half veiling his firm, handsome face. The bright moonlight shone through the window, spilling over his figure. His posture was transcendent, his leisurely bearing seeming innate.
A vulgar thought suddenly popped into Feng Jiuge’s mind: she really wanted to rush over, lift Yun Aotian’s chin with a finger, whistle frivolously, and say, “Beauty, give this lord a smile.”
She wondered if Yun Aotian would fly into a rage out of humiliation and rather die than have his innocence compromised?
“What are you holding?” Yun Aotian spoke, interrupting Feng Jiuge’s expression of drooling, her face full of a sinister grin.
“Oh, I saved some food for you. People are iron, rice is steel—skip a meal and you’ll be famished. You’re no immortal, so you should still eat something.” Feng Jiuge returned to her senses and hastily placed the food she had prepared for Yun Aotian on the small table on the couch.
Only after putting it down did she discover a rather serious problem—she had forgotten to bring chopsticks.