The group stared at Feng Ninghe's receding figure, falling silent.
Every single person in that family wanted to get their hands on Xiao Zhao, to take Xiao Zhao as a spirit pet…
Returning to Shiyuan, Xiao Zhao emerged from the dantian, its face puffed out in indignation.
"Don't they even look at what they are? They want to lay their hands on me!"
"Xiao Zhao, why is your belly so round?"
Elder Xu, sensing something, pointed to Xiao Zhao's bulging abdomen.
Xiao Zhao's belly visibly swelled.
It only then realized what was happening, a flicker of panic appearing in its sapphire eyes.
"Master, I've just swallowed the Hundred Flower Fruit and haven't had time to absorb it yet. I need to absorb it quickly!"
The Hundred Flower Fruit had potent medicinal properties. If not absorbed quickly after consumption, there was a high chance of exploding.
Xiao Zhao dared not delay, and without a word, burrowed into Feng Ninghe's dantian to begin absorbing the Hundred Flower Fruit.
"Ninghe, wasn't I timely just now?"
Elder Xu fawningly approached her, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Seeing Elder Xu's eagerness, Feng Ninghe raised an eyebrow instinctively. "What do you want?"
Elder Xu quickly cupped a handful of dark,漆 black medicinal herbs, looking at her with a touch of melancholy. "Ninghe, I don't know why this pill cannot be refined successfully. Can you see where the problem lies?"
Feng Ninghe glanced at the herbs and chuckled. "The grade of the pills you are refining is too high, and your alchemy furnace cannot withstand it, hence it cannot be refined successfully. You might as well reduce the amount of medicinal ingredients and lower the grade."
These simple words made Elder Xu's eyes light up. He cheerfully put away the dark,漆 black herbs. "I'll go try now!"
At the Duke Zhenguo's mansion, in an elegant room.
Feng Qingcheng was applying medicine to her arm.
"Qingcheng, you didn't expect me to return to Li Country as well, did you?"
A slightly deep male voice came from outside the courtyard.
Before the person arrived, his voice entered the room.
Feng Qingcheng's crimson lips curved upwards, a few glints flashing across her pupils.
Sensing someone entering the room, she quickly pulled down her sleeve.
The man was dressed in a green robe, his hair tied up high, looking energetic and handsome.
Baili Yang held a noble status. By all rights, he and Feng Qingcheng were a perfect match.
However, Feng Qingcheng had a more far-reaching goal. Baili Yang was merely a stepping stone.
She desired to achieve her grand ambitions, which could not be realized in Li Country. She wished to marry the King of Hell and become the most noble woman in Xiyou Continent!
"Prince Zhenyang, I truly didn't expect you to return to Li Country as well."
Feng Qingcheng smiled, her delicate face, adorned with exquisite makeup, appearing exceptionally captivating.
Seeing this familiar face, a smile flickered across Baili Yang's eyes. He quickly approached her. "Knowing you returned to Li Country, I came back as well. It's been a while since I've been back, and it's time I returned to visit."
Hearing his voice, Feng Qingcheng's lips curved upwards subtly.
She knew it; Baili Yang had returned because of her.
She moved her lips and spoke first. "Prince Zhenyang, I've just brewed a pot of good tea. Would you like to try it?"
Baili Yang did not refuse.
As if sensing something unusual, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his gaze fell on the wound medicine on the table. "Qingcheng, are you injured?"
Feng Qingcheng's gaze sharpened. She deliberately reached out and gently rubbed her injured arm, smiling dismissively. "Just a small injury, it's nothing."
Baili Yang strode forward abruptly, quickly reaching her and grabbing her hand, swiftly pulling up her sleeve.
Several scratches on her fair, tender skin were particularly striking.
"Qingcheng, how did your hand get injured? Who did this!"
Baili Yang was anxious, his voice filled with concern.
Feng Qingcheng's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage. In Li Country, there were very few people who could injure her.
She lowered her sleeve, her exquisitely made-up face showing a hint of dejection. She slumped onto the chair, her head bowed, and said with a mournful expression, "This matter is a family disgrace. Ideally, the fewer people who know, the better."
Baili Yang could not hide his urgency. "I'm not an outsider. You can tell me with confidence."
Feng Qingcheng gritted her teeth and fell into thought. After a long while, she finally opened her mouth. "It was Eldest Miss, Feng Ninghe."
These three words successfully caused Baili Yang's expression to darken. He said with a hint of annoyance, "Her again? Why would she injure you for no reason?"
Feng Qingcheng lowered her eyes, the long lashes hiding the mist that had already gathered in her eyes. "It's my fault, really. I found Feng Ninghe's spirit pet extremely adorable and wanted to touch it. Who knew she would command her spirit pet to scratch me."
She did not reveal that Xiao Zhao was a divine beast.
If this matter were exposed, many people would covet this spirit pet.
She hadn't obtained the divine beast, so no one else would dare to lay their hands on it.
"What!"
The lines on Baili Yang's handsome face tightened. He let out a muffled grunt. "Feng Ninghe is so petty and rude! I'll go teach her a good lesson right now! Make her apologize to you."
He then got up, but before he could take a few steps, he was stopped.
"Prince Zhenyang, thank you for your kind intentions. However, this is a family matter and should not be publicized. I also don't want to affect the feelings between clan members over such a trivial matter." Feng Qingcheng stopped him immediately.
Her soft, delicate voice evoked pity.
Baili Yang stopped walking, but his brow furrowed even tighter, displeasure evident in his eyes. "I didn't expect her to be so audacious. You are kind-hearted and unwilling to hold grudges, but others will only think you are weak and easily bullied. If she scratched you today, who knows what more excessive actions she might take tomorrow."
A smile appeared on Feng Qingcheng's delicate face. She chuckled dismissively. "With your words, Prince Zhenyang, I don't feel wronged at all."
Baili Yang felt his heart ache, wanting nothing more than to cherish the woman before him.
He sighed softly. "You suffered today. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one will be able to harm you. As for Feng Ninghe, there will be time for me to seek justice for you."
The smile on Feng Qingcheng's face brightened. She nodded charmingly to express her gratitude. "Qingcheng thanks Prince Zhenyang first."
She believed that with Prince Zhenyang around, Feng Ninghe's future days would only become more exciting.
She wanted to see what other tricks Feng Ninghe could come up with.
This bitch should have died five years ago. She's lived long enough…
"Qingcheng, don't keep calling me Prince Zhenyang. Call me Brother Yang in private." Baili Yang added specifically.
In the past, whether in private or in public, Feng Qingcheng had always called him Brother Yang. But for some reason, she had changed her address later.
Feng Qingcheng nodded without hesitation and said crisply, "Brother Yang."
She was unwilling to call him Brother Yang in front of others because she didn't want people to discover their close relationship. After all, she was destined to marry the King of Hell. She needed to maintain some distance in public to avoid gossip…
Shiyuan.
Feng Ninghe put away the bottles and jars she had refined. These were medicines to be given to Si Xin Xin for her treatment.
As soon as she finished putting away the bottles and jars, Chi Xia quickly approached her to report.
"Eldest Miss, Young Master Bai is seeking an audience outside the mansion."