The Ten Directions Sword placed on the embroidered table vibrated suddenly, as if greatly stimulated, almost ready to unsheath itself.
Fang Geyu rubbed her fists and cast a cold glance back.
The Ten Directions Sword clanged and fell to the ground, quieting down.
The maid who had brought in toiletries and breakfast saw this scene and exclaid: "Third Miss, how could you throw the Ten Directions Sword onto the ground for no reason?"
The maid signaled with her eyes, and two young maids quickly stepped forward, carefully wrapped the Ten Directions Sword in a towel, and respectfully placed it on the sword rack.
A strand of hair stood up awkwardly on Fang Geyu’s head, and she yawned with a slight hint of tears at the corner of her eyes.
Fang Geyu casually walked over to the maid, and gave a small flick to the outside of the breakfast box with her finger.
She picked up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth.
Her cheeks puffed out, and with her hands full of broth, she mumbled: "It’s just a sword, is it worth your fearful respect?"
The maid’s face twisted into two exasperated sounds: "Third Miss, you haven’t rinsed your mouth or washed your hands yet."
Fang Geyu brazenly carried the whole plate out, tucked it under her arm, holding a cup of soy milk in one hand and a dumpling in her mouth:
"I’ll rinse after eating, it’s the sa... bring that bowl of spicy soup."
Watching her early in the morning, with no regard for her image, her barefooted feet scratching at her ankles, her hair a fuzzy ss like a ghost.
After finishing the dumpling, she wiped her broth-soaked hands carelessly on her robe, leaving the maid utterly dismayed.
"Third Miss, today is the Sea God Festival, such a significant occasion.
The City Lord himself will tour the city and attend the ritual, you can’t be so careless and unkempt."
Fang Geyu’s nose was dotted with sweat beads from the steaming spicy soup.
She seed a bit wary of the spiciness, but she enjoyed the taste, so she sipped the bowl in small mouthfuls, nonchalantly responding:
"I know, I know, I have to attend the Sea God Festival, but breakfast is essential.
Can’t go starving and tornting myself, hmm... why did I suddenly think of making spicy soup this morning?"
The culinary taste in Shifang City tends to be mild, and the chef at her estate excels at making delicate snacks.
But such breakfast dishes as spicy soup are rarely cooked or eaten.
The maid showed a hint of nervousness, careful to ask: "Why? Does Third Miss not like this flavor?"
"Not really, the taste is quite good, a bit unusual, but it doesn’t feel like it’s made by the chef in the estate."
Yet her maid was very attentive to her dietary health, and would not buy unknown food from outside.
But Fang Geyu was not afraid of being poisoned.
Anything that entered her mouth, as long as it suited her palate, was not sothing worth worrying about.
Watching Fang Geyu sip the soup slowly yet steadily, the soup had already diminished by half in just a brief conversation.
The maid gave a knowing smile, saying: "As long as Third Miss likes it, the chef of the estate took a day off today, so this breakfast was not prepared by them."
"Dong Yun, you have these skills?" Fang Geyu was quite surprised.
The maid hid her smile with her hand, saying: "This maid does not have such skills, it’s Mr. Ji who ca to the estate early at dawn to prepare these breakfast, he truly cares for Third Miss sincerely."
Fang Geyu paused her actions, the casual expression on her face gradually faded away.
She placed the bowl of soup on the table, frowned, and displeased, said: "Mr. Ji? Who is that?
Dong Yun, when did the gate of my estate beco open to any outsider at will?"
Since returning from Xianling City, although Fang Geyu’s temperant seed as capricious as ever, her temper had significantly settled.
Though it was said she had settled, it seed more like she was indifferent, caring less about things than she used to.
Even when the staff of the estate made so mistakes, she had beco less particular.
But the quiet anger she emitted today was truly frightening.
Dong Yun’s face suddenly showed distress: "This... the City Lord agreed, so this maid welcod Mr. Ji into the estate."
Fang Geyu’s face darkened, "In my own estate, when deciding who enters, since when am I not in charge?"
She also threw the dumpling she held aside, "Where are they now, perhaps still waiting in the estate?"
Dong Yun hesitated for a mont and said: "They are waiting right outside the door... Third Miss, after all, he is approved by the City Lord, in the future he may beco a..."
Under Fang Geyu’s sharp gaze, Dong Yun wisely shut her mouth and lowered her head: "This maid will go and politely send the person away."
"No need." Fang Geyu wiped her dirty little hands on the tablecloth.
"Since they’re here, why not invite them in and take a good look; a person deed worthy by Father, this Mr. Ji, might be worth eting."
Dong Yun’s expression was peculiar, listening to Fang Geyu’s words, it seed as if she had already forgotten about this Mr. Ji.
With her excessively prideful nature, she has a severe face blindness for those she doesn’t care about.
Automatically filtering related mories from her mind is typical.
But the night feast was just five days ago, and she heard the rumors.
That Mr. Ji acted particularly bold, under the eyes of many suitors from the Upper Pure Immortal Realm and the City Lord, he forcefully kissed the Third Miss.
To experience such a thing, and yet still be able to completely forget the person.
Dong Yun couldn’t help but admire the bold forgetfulness of her or miss.
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