Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
He couldn’t help but glance at Mi’er, who was smiling radiantly beside him, and asked, "Mi’er, is she truly..."
"Yes, yes, she’s exactly the one Father guessed." Song Mi’er nodded cheerfully as she spoke.
Upon hearing this, Song Lingbo imdiately prepared to kneel before Feng Jiu in greeting, saying, "Song Lingbo is blind and ignorant, not realizing it was..." But as he tried to kneel, he found himself unable to do so. It was as if an invisible force was supporting him, preventing him from kneeling.
He looked up to see Feng Jiu smiling faintly. "Master Song, there’s no need for such formalities. I’m disguised here and wish not to alarm others."
"Yes, yes," he hurriedly nodded in agreent, rising to his feet. Feeling sowhat constrained, he dared not sit back down at the sa table with her.
The Empress Phoenix Sovereign!
She was the supre being! People like them had only heard of her existence, never expecting that one day they would witness her in person—and that she would co to their very ho.
For a mont, he felt lightheaded, as if the whole scene were unreal.
The three sons of the Song family heard the na and felt a vague sense of familiarity, though they couldn’t quite place it. Seeing their father’s shocked and excited expression, they exchanged glances, their faces filled with astonishnt.
Song Yifan discreetly beckoned to Mi’er, and the group moved to a corner, lowering their voices as they spoke.
"Mi’er, who exactly is Lady Xuanyuan? Why did Father look so startled the mont he heard the na Feng Jiu? I feel like I’ve heard that na before too, but I just can’t place it. Who is she?" Song Yifan asked in a hushed tone.
The other two turned to Mi’er, waiting for her to solve the mystery.
"You don’t know?" Song Mi’er blinked, a hint of surprise in her voice. She looked them up and down. "Who told you to stay ho buried in your new recipes? You have no idea what’s going on outside."
"Mi’er, tell us quickly! What do you want to eat later? Third Brother will cook it for you."
Hearing this, Song Mi’er grinned, amused by their flustered expressions. "No way! You’ll have to ask Father yourselves later. But whatever you hear here stays within our family. Don’t let anyone else know—especially not the na Feng Jiu. Never ntion it to others."
"Why is that?" the three asked, their eyes instinctively turning toward Lady Xuanyuan, who was conversing with their parents.
"Trust , you won’t regret it," she said cheerfully, offering no further explanation. In a few quick hops, she joined her parents.
After chatting with Feng Jiu in the courtyard for a while, Song Lingbo and the others departed. After watching them leave, Mi’er approached Feng Jiu, her face alight with a smile. "Master, you disguised yourself precisely to keep your identity hidden. Why did you tell my father?"
"The Song family and the Cheng family are worlds apart in strength. If I hadn’t revealed my identity to your father, do you think he could have remained at ease all this ti?" Feng Jiu raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. " "But you... seeing how startled your Father was by my identity, you seed rather pleased?"
"Hehe, really? I’m always this happy!" She cupped her face with both hands, smiling brightly as she sat down at the table. "Master, let take you to try the city’s famous snacks for lunch! Our local delicacies are renowned and unique—you won’t find them anywhere else."
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