Chapter 126
Chapter 126
“But I’m not full yet…” Shengsheng Zhou looked in distress at the peerlessly beautiful face before her, feeling somewhat puzzled.
Had A-Sheng always been this handsome? Why had she never noticed before?
Fusheng Duan stared into her eyes for several seconds, then straightened. His fingers curled, and the smile at his lips turned slightly cold.
As expected. He had noticed it from the beginning.
He could no longer hear Shengsheng’s thoughts…
“My lady, do you know where the City Lord went?” Fusheng lowered his eyes, his long lashes concealing the emotion within them. His fingers slowly stroked her shoulder with a hint of ambiguity.
Had anyone else done this, Shengsheng would have found him excessively frivolous, even guilty of sexual harassment. Yet Fusheng moved so casually and looked so natural that it seemed like an inadvertent touch.
Shengsheng picked up her stool and shifted to one side, putting distance between herself and Fusheng. Then she scolded angrily, “A-Sheng! What do I normally teach you? First, you must address me respectfully! Second, how can you simply say ‘City Lord’? You must say ‘Lord City Lord’!”
Fusheng: “…”
A-Pang covered his mouth and snickered nearby. Help, this was hilarious. The peasant Shengsheng had risen up and started singing–she was even lecturing the villain now.
Taking a deep breath, Fusheng walked toward Shengsheng, who was watching him warily. With no emotion discernible in his voice, he asked, “Little Tail, do you truly think I’m your manservant?”
Shengsheng frowned slightly, not understanding why he would say that.
He stepped closer again and pointed at himself. “Can you see what I’m wearing?”
Shengsheng looked carefully but could tell only that the clothes were red. Surprised, she asked, “Wedding robes?”
Fusheng arched a brow. “That’s right. Tonight is actually our wedding night.”
Shengsheng gasped. “What are you talking about, A-Sheng? Tonight is clearly my wedding night with the City Lord!”
Fusheng: “…” He was beginning to wonder whether Shengsheng’s memories had truly been altered.
Why did she enjoy opposing him this much?
After Shengsheng said that, her eyes suddenly grew unfocused. She swayed to her feet and said anxiously, “Right, right… Today is my wedding day with the City Lord… I need to prepare… need to prepare.”
A-Pang cried out, *Yes! Exactly like that! This is how she looked when she walked out of the inn!*
Fusheng’s face darkened for an instant. He silently moved behind the completely defenseless Shengsheng and knocked her unconscious with a knife-hand strike. (Do not imitate.)
Catching Shengsheng’s limp body, Fusheng lifted her into his arms.
As expected, they could not attempt to awaken her memories. It seemed their only option was to find that rat.
After he placed her on the bed, A-Pang anxiously flew over and circled Shengsheng once.
Seeing the impatience and irritation in Fusheng’s features as he stood beside the bed, A-Pang thought he had grown tired of Shengsheng. He said urgently, “You can’t abandon her! She came here with you. If you stop caring about her, no one will save her!”
Fusheng glanced at him. “Can’t you produce something that will save her?”
A-Pang’s heart lurched. How did this man know so much? Shengsheng and A-Pang had never exchanged for anything in front of him!
Three Pure Ones, Buddha, Merlin–would none of you do something about this monster?
A-Pang opened his mouth and said dejectedly, *Only Shengsheng can exchange for things. But the connection between us is gone now, so I can’t produce anything at all.*
Understanding dawned on Fusheng Duan. As he turned away, he did not forget to threaten A-Pang in a low voice. “If I can touch you, that also means I can crush you with ease.”
Then his voice became exceedingly gentle, threaded with subtle persuasion. “But I would never do that to a friend who has secrets. I hope we are friends.”
A-Pang indicated that he had received a terrible fright and nearly bristled again.
Fusheng’s meaning could not have been clearer.
He did not want A-Pang telling Shengsheng Zhou that Fusheng could see him. If he failed to keep the secret, Fusheng would crush A-Pang’s… No, no, he would crush A-Pang!
A-Pang nodded with artless honesty and raised one paw to swear that he would never tell.
Only then did Fusheng reveal a smile as warm as a spring breeze. “Good boy.”
Wiping nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes, A-Pang thought that the capricious great villain truly lived up to his name. Would Shengsheng really be able to keep him under control in the future?
After a moment’s pause, A-Pang wondered what madness had possessed him. What future could those two possibly have?
Shengsheng was destined to leave. Once Reborn as a Rich Beauty began, there would be no way to take it back.
After figuring that out, A-Pang’s gaze toward Fusheng held not only a little fear, but sympathy as well.
Naturally, Fusheng had no time to observe how a panda regarded him.
The instant he stepped outside, a fluffy white bird flew over. Several blades of grass were caught among its otherwise spotless feathers, making it clear that it had come in great haste.
A-Pang stared at the two birds on Fusheng’s shoulders, one black and one white, and sank into contemplation.
Then he recalled the blue bird in Fusheng’s palace that refused to eat and could not help questioning the man’s identity.
Could it be?!
Inspiration flashed through his little head, and a trace of heat entered his gaze as he stared at Fusheng’s back.
Could Fusheng’s true identity actually be–
The King of Birds?!
Sensing something, Fusheng glanced behind him. At the sight of the black-and-white panda hovering in midair and staring passionately at him, his head began to ache.
He knew he was charming, but he was afraid he could not accept romance across species.
“Sorry. You should give up on me.”
A-Pang: *???*
Holy shit. Had Fusheng seen through his little plan to ask for a few feathers of various colors as decorations???
Qingbai cast a proud, aloof glance at the strange wingless creature that could fly through the air just like them. Then it turned away and listened carefully to Fusheng’s instructions.
A-Xuan, standing on the left, discovered it had nothing to do and stretched its neck out coquettishly. When it heard that Qingbai had to visit the Zhen Kingdom, its eyes showed a trace of schadenfreude.
Do not ask me how I saw an emotion like schadenfreude on a bird’s face. Use your imagination.
Qingbai looked somewhat helpless, but still obediently allowed Fusheng to fasten the little tube containing the letter to its leg.
It was an exalted divine bird, yet in Fusheng’s hands, it had been reduced to a carrier pigeon.
Accepting the assignment with a miserable expression, Qingbai swiftly flew away.
It was the fastest of the three birds and unlikely to be shot down accidentally by humans, so it was hardly surprising that Fusheng liked using it as a carrier pigeon.
Several days later, in the Zhen Kingdom.
A man in blue-green robes sat by the window holding a book. A faint smile lingered in his features, though closer inspection revealed a trace of impatience.
The source of that impatience was the elegantly coiffed, fine-browed woman beside him, who refused to stop nagging.