Suddenly Bullied
It was only a matter of days before Ming Feizhen’s plan to procrastinate at Yan Manor was sabotaged.
“You want me to accompany your young mistress on a shopping trip?” Ming Feizhen could not believe what came of the maid’s mouth. “Why? Actually, why should I?”
“What sort of question is that? Because you’re a servant.” The maid was almost unbearably arrogant compared to when they first met. “We’re short on servants at the manor to begin with. Not only have you been freeloading here, but you also eat the most, yet you refuse to help out. What sort of servant are you?’
Typically, even if one were visiting their relative’s place, if the visitor’s servant did not have any chores to attend to, they were to help out at the residence. Ever since they started lodging at Yan Manor, the only thing Ming Feizhen had done was send Tang Ye out on jobs to collect information with Yan Qingluo while he relaxed at the manor.
“My sort,” answered Ming Feizhen. “Besides, would it not besmirch your reputation if a crude man like myself were to accompany you two in public?”
The maid cheerfully tugged Ming Feizhen’s arm. “That was your concern? We don’t see you as a man, so it’ll be fine as long as you do the heavy lifting.”
“You should rethink what you just said! If you say it too many times, you’ll cop a beating!”
Unfortunately, Ming Feizhen had to submit because if he was too noisy, Yan Buer might have had come over. Since they had met several times in the past, Yan Buer recognised Ming Feizhen’s real appearance and knew a fair bit about Night Fortress’ internal affairs. While he and Tang Ye did have a disguise on, they did not actually alter their appearance much. Instead of wearing a skin-made mask, Ming Feizhen only used mud and tools to modify his face. Tang Ye only switched out his attire, which really only made him appear more affable and closer to someone in his early twenties. Yan Buer’s discerning eyes needed no introduction when he was able to see through Ming Huayu’s ploys, so Ming Feizhen had to go along with the demand.
Meeting up with Yan Qingluo, who had been waiting by the manor entrance and welcomed them with a smile, the maid cheerfully reported, “Mistress, he is here. We can set out now.”
“Thank you,” expressed Yan Qingluo.
Ming Feizhen smiled back. “You don’t have to force yourself. I can leave now.”
The maid pushed Ming Feizhen out the door and then told the other servants to shut the doors tight.
Ming Feizhen: Why does even a maid not respect me? Is there something about me that makes maids hate me?
Ming Feizhen knew that Yan Qingluo’s real name was Song Yanluo on the first day they met, but he had yet to tell Tang Ye because he perceived that their paths would not intersect; telling Tang Ye might only have created more problems. Plus, Tang Ye already had enough women problems with Bai Yumo, so Ming Feizhen, being as thoughtful as he was, did not want to give the former even more women problems. It was not hard for him to identify her considering there were very few Song Clan members who had reached her level of proficiency with Song Clan’s “Sundering the Nine Heavens”. In the following days, he eavesdropped on her conversations, so she did not really have any secrets he was unaware of.
Song Yanluo posed as Yan Buer’s daughter to investigate a homicide case. Ming Feizhen did not pry as it had nothing to do with him. He was under the impression that she had recognised Tang Ye and was interested in him in some way, and the attempt to make him lose control over his true qi was part of her digging. In the same vein, asking him to accompany her today was likely to investigate him.
Lass, you have no idea how sophisticated my disguise skills are. If you’re trying to see through me, you’ve set a bar too high for yourself.
Unsurprisingly, not long in to their shopping journey, Song Yanluo asked Ming Feizhen with a smile, “Hey, where is your young master today?”
How about asking about me! I can’t believe this lass actually sees me as a servant. Do I look like a servant so much?
Song Yanluo relished Ming Feizhen’s despondence. She had deliberately sought out only Tang Ye every time she opened her mouth. She thought it was perfectly reasonable for the duo to be head over heels for her, so she deliberately ignored Ming Feizhen as a means of making him jealous, which would have made him easy to manipulate.
“What was your name again?” queried Song Yanluo.
Ming Feizhen reacted as if he was just served pork shoulders and held up his hands in salute. “This one only has his height going for him. You need not speak so formally to him. You can just call him ‘Big Brother’.”
“B-Big Brother?”
“You need not be so respectful.”
Song Yanluo was unsure how to react all of a sudden. The young master called himself a freeloader, and the servant was equally unbecoming. Her maid would have given Ming Feizhen a piece of her mind had Song Yanluo not stopped her.
“It’s only basic manners.” Song Yanluo maintained her aura and smile as she resumed walking, although her aura would have intimidated any ordinary folk. “Are you unwilling to share your name?”
“Yes.” Ming Feizhen shook his head. “We low-standing folks of society have nothing of value worth listening to. It would only be pollution to your ears. I am only here to do heavy lifting for you today. If you ask about anything else, the answer is that I do not know.”
“That is fine by me. You are only willing to do heavy lifting, right?” Song Yanluo smirked. “In that case, follow me.”
The three of them soon arrived at a shop that sold satin products. Song Yanluo casually touched the products on the benches and then gave the proprietor a smile. “These are all quite nice.”
Wearing a flattering smile, he replied, “Thank you for your kind praise. They should be half decent.”
“That’s good to hear.” Song Yanluo glanced in Ming Feizhen’s direction. “I will take everything you have here.”
Previous Chapter l Next Chapter
