Wang Xiaodie had been self-proclaid as a servant of Ye Lingyue since she arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion, despite Ye Lingyue’s attempts to stop her several tis, only to have her respond in fear, asserting that her life was saved by Ye Lingyue, and she was willing to do anything for Ye Lingyue.
She also humbly learned from Feng Xun how to cook dishes that Ye Lingyue liked, hand-sewed clothes for Ye Lingyue, and cleaned her room, fully embodying the appearance of a loyal maid.
Seeing that persuasion was ineffective, Ye Lingyue let her be.
"Ling Yue, Wang Xiaodie seems to have been frequently seeking out Feng Xun lately, aren’t you keeping an eye on it?"
Lan Cai’er was the first to sense that sothing was amiss.
"Really? I hadn’t noticed." Ye Lingyue had been busy with Long Baobao refining a batch of Qiankun Bags, as a large batch of Qiankun Purple Gold Bamboo in the Hong ng Heaven had matured.
Ye Lingyue said nonchalantly upon hearing Lan Cai’er’s words.
"You’re being silly, by the ti you notice, it’ll be too late." Lan Cai’er looked like an eunuch who was less anxious than the Emperor himself.
Just then, Feng Xun and Wang Xiaodie walked in.
"We were just talking about you two. Feng Xun, sister said Xiaodie likes you, if you like her, I will give her to you as a maid." Ye Lingyue smiled.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaodie felt a surge of joy inside, but her face showed fear and anxiety, and she knelt down.
"Miss, Xiaodie’s life is yours, and in death, I would be your ghost; I dare not covet Young Master Feng."
Although she said this, she was still hopeful in her heart, stealing a few glances at Feng Xun.
"I don’t need any maid, but rather a wife; you see to it." Feng Xun said amicably, clearly not taking Ye Lingyue’s words to heart, his handso phoenix eyes filled with indulgence.
Ye Lingyue, stifled by his charming banter, blushed slightly and retorted.
"Go on, always smooth-talking here; instead of coaxing , you might as well spend more ti coaxing your stubborn father." Lately, Feng Lan had been staying at the City Lord’s Mansion, still in a cold war with Earth Venerate, though his relationship with Feng Xun had slightly improved. However, getting him to agree to the marriage between Ye Lingyue and Feng Xun was still impossible.
Feng Xun was chased out by Ye Lingyue, and Wang Xiaodie followed right after him.
Seeing the tall and handso man ahead, Wang Xiaodie quickened her pace and caught up.
"Young Master Feng, it’s getting cold, your servant has prepared a pair of boots for you, would you like to try them to see if they fit?" She took out a pair of finely stitched boots from her bosom.
The boots, made of high-quality beast skin, were nicely sewn, showing considerable effort had been put into them.
Ye Lingyue could refine artifacts and concoct elixirs, but due to her martial arts training from a young age, she was not good at sewing at all.
After leaving the Feng Residence, Feng Xun still wore the old clothes and shoes brought by Beiqing.
Wang Xiaodie noticed and secretly noted it in her heart. She rushed through two days of work to finish these boots.
Wang Xiaodie, having been a person for over a decade, knew that n favored won who were attentive.
A pair of handso hands reached out, and Feng Xun took the boots.
He flipped them over.
"Xiaodie, you truly are clever and skilled."
Encouraged by his complint and looking up at Feng Xun, Wang Xiaodie saw a gentle gleam in his eyes, his gazes deep as pools, stirring her heart.
"It’s just a pity; you’ve misused it. If I were to wear these new shoes and Ling Yue saw them, she would be unhappy. If she’s not happy, neither am I. So, I cannot accept these boots," Feng Xun said, and casually handed the boots back to her.
"Young Master Feng!"
Wang Xiaodie said, feeling aggrieved.
"In the future, do not co looking for again. Otherwise, don’t bla for kicking you out of the City Lord’s Mansion."
After saying this, Feng Xun turned and left rcilessly.
Wang Xiaodie hugged the boots, her beautiful face twisting in agony.
She, Die i, prided herself on her exceptional beauty and intelligence, unmatched by any, especially not by a woman nad Ye Lingyue.
This man, completely blind to true beauty, dared to reject her.
"I refuse to believe that a re ordinary man of the Human Clan can withstand the sches of Monarch Die i."
Fuming, she tossed the boots into a nearby flower bed and stord off.
Not long after Die i left, soone approached the flower bed.
Upon seeing the boots, that person picked them up.
"Feng Xun, that fool, really doesn’t appreciate beauty," a wide smile blossod on the newcor’s face—it was none other than Ye Lingyue. "But his rejection should soon have the fish biting, and it’s ti to reel them in."
Ye Lingyue found the boots rather botherso to look at.
Wang Xiaodie’s thoughtfulness only highlighted her own lack of consideration.
Glancing at the boots, she decided, after a mont’s thought, to keep them and casually strolled back to the Artifact Refining Room.
In the dead of the night, the City Lord’s Mansion was eerily quiet.
In his room, Feng Xun, who had been busy all day, felt a slight fatigue.
A chill breeze blew in, pushing the ajar window open with a loud bang against the wall.
Rising, Feng Xun closed the window, and in doing so, a butterfly, staggering, tumbled in.
Feng Xun caught the butterfly in his hand.
Even in a southern city like rcenary City, the weather had turned bitterly cold in January.
Even the Spiritual Beasts in the forests had mostly hidden away in their caves unwilling to venture out.
The butterfly was vividly colored, but its wings were frosted with a layer of white dew, seemingly frozen stiff.
"Poor little thing," Feng Xun smiled warmly.
He closed the doors and windows, added so charcoal to the stove for warmth, and placed the butterfly on the warm table.
The butterfly soon regained its senses and began gracefully fluttering around Feng Xun.
As it flapped its wings, a fine scale powder, nearly invisible to the naked eye, fell from its wings and was unknowingly inhaled by Feng Xun.
Gradually, Feng Xun felt his eyelids grow heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.
Not long after Feng Xun fell asleep, the butterfly transford into a human—Wang Xiaodie.
"Feng Xun, you are ultimately mine."
Wang Xiaodie’s fingers traced the contours of Feng Xun’s face.
This man, from the first glance, she had deeply fallen for.
His features were divinely sculpted, his smile warr than the winter sun—so much so that Die i, embodying Earth Evil for years and void of human emotions and desires, could not help but be enchanted.
To obtain Feng Xun, Die i had even temporarily abandoned her plan to take Ye Lingyue’s life.
"Ye Lingyue, enjoy your days of pride a little longer. Once I have this man, then killing you will not be too late."
Die i laughed as she lifted Feng Xun, gazed at him almost obsessively, then vanished in an instant surrounded by countless butterflies.
The room was left empty, only the open door allowing the chilly wind to blast continuously inside.
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