Madam Shen expressed her disdain, âThis house is too shabby. Itâs nothing compared to the imperial palace. Once we have money, Iâll buy a big mansion. It canât be as shabby as this one!â
Just as Father Shen was about to remind her to say less, Mu Feiâs chilly gaze swept over, âYou disdain this old house?â
Madam Shen defiantly said, âIt is really broken! Itâs just not as good as the imperial palace where my daughter lives!â
âBefore your daughter entered the palace, the place you lived in probably wasnât even worth a single tile here!â
Mu Fei let out a cold roar, as if his face had changed, as cold and emotionless as a Yin messenger from hell.
âYou⦠youâ¦â Madam Shen was frightened and dared not continue.
She still pulled her frail and sickly Father Shen in front of her, trembling less violently.
âDonât talk nonsense! The masterâs place is always the best. If you donât like it, get lost!â
Alt Jing puffed up with anger, pouting her little mouth in defense of Mu Fei, like a little tiger protecting its food.
The anger in Mu Feiâs heart dissipated quite a bit because of her.
With a flick of his fan, a gust of wind swept past, and two pills of medicine were forced into the mouths of Father Shen and Madam Shen.
âAll!â
They both held their throats in extreme pain, making ahh ahh ahh noises. It wasnât long before they could no longer speak.
All Jing watched them fall to the ground in agony, then suddenly withdrew her hands, âMaster, did you give them poison?â
Their faces turned purple, unable to utter a word, clearly suffering from poisoning.
Mu Fei smiled coldly, âSuch people do not deserve to make a sound.â
They were annoying to him!
Mu Fei gestured for people to take Father Shen and Madam Shen to the firewood room, where someone was waiting to torture them.
All Jing followed Mu Fei back to the room, placed his legs on a soft couch, and kneaded them neither too lightly nor too heavily. She also asked carefully, âMaster, does this feel comfortable? Do you feel a bit more relaxed? These past few days without Ah Jing, surely no one took good care of the master, right?â
All Jing was tender and obedient, serving Mu Fei as if it had become a habit.
Even though she had come to Mu Feiâs side not long ago.
The gaze Mu Fei rested on her was unusually gentle. He didnât say anything, just smiled.
He smiled at people every day. Ever since he entered the ghost market and was sold from one master to another as a slave, the smile on his face had become habitual. Sometimes ingratiating, sometimes fierce, sometimes deadly.
But only when facing Ah Jing did he genuinely feel like smiling for her.
All Jing knelt in front of Mu Fei, massaging his legs, and even brought him little snacks she made herself. However, Mu Fei had a rule that anything he ate must first be tested by someone else to prevent poisoning.
Normally, the food he was to eat would be pre-tested by three or four strong slaves before he would eat it.
However, after All Jing appeared, there was an exception. The food All Jing made especially for him would be eaten by Mu Fei as long as she tasted it first and it proved to be safe.
Moreover, Mu Fei liked the food she made very much.
Even though All Jing felt that the sweets she made were really quite ordinary.
This time she made Osmanthus fragrant cake, the texture was not very good; she seemed to have not mastered the heat well.
On her pretty little face, her eyebrows drew together, âToo little sugar, and itâs a bit dryâ¦â
All Jing hung her head in defeat, âMaster, shall I go make another batch? This one isnât tasty.â