Chapter 275 - He’s Still Doing It

Chapter 275: He’s Still Doing It
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations


Little Feng Wu, that was incredible —
Feng Xun patted Feng Wu’s hand.
I thought you’d be hopeless without spiritual essence. I didn’t expect you to be able to scare Feng Yiran off. Good for you —

Feng Wu gave him a nonchalant nod, then turned to walk her mother back into the tent.
All of a sudden, she sensed a pair of baleful eyes staring at her!

Who’s there? Stop hiding!
Picking up a stone, Feng Wu hurtled it at a corner!
Thud!


The stone hit something, which cried out in pain.
A crisp voice cried out in that shady corner.
Ouch — Feng Wu, that hurts! Who the hell do you think you are?! How dare you do that to me?!

Looking at Yan Yan, who had walked out of that corner, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes.
Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not worth my attention.


Cousin! Cousin! You saw what she did! You saw it, right?
Yan Yan ran toward Feng Xun, still crying.
Feng Xun found Yan Yan the ultimate pain in the neck. He frowned at her.
Aren’t you supposed to be going back to Anyuan City with my aunt? Why are you here? Does your mother know you’re here?

Of course Mrs Yan knew nothing about this, or she would have broken Yan Yan’s legs herself.
Yan Yan turned evasive.
Cousin, I want to go back to the imperial capital. I miss my father and my younger brother. Just take me with you, sob — 


Feng Xun was speechless. Missing her father and brother? Like hell he was going to believe that! She had shamelessly followed them here only because of Boss Jun!
He scowled at her.
We only have enough provisions for ourselves, and you’re not included! Where are you supposed to sleep tonight? I’ll let you stay here tonight, but you’re going back to Anyuan first thing tomorrow morning!


I’ll have that one!
Covering her bloody forehead, Yan Yan cried and yelled,
I’ll sleep in that tent and Feng Liu can stay with me! She’s hurt. She can’t stay in the open. Let me share a tent with her.



Feng Xun snapped,
No, you can’t! That’s Feng Wu’s tent!

Feng Wu had beaten Feng Liu up because the latter had tried to take her tent!

I want that one! Cousin, please! Didn’t you bring all the tents yourselves? Just let me have that one, won’t you?


No!
Feng Xun turned her down outright!
Feng Xun had every reason to believe that if Yan Yan dared to take the tent by force, Feng Wu wouldn’t think twice before beating her to a pulp. Little Wu was in a very foul mood at the moment.
He was terrified of Feng Wu now. But he wouldn’t ask Feng Wu for the tent even if he wasn’t afraid of her.
To him, Feng Wu was much more adorable than his stupid cousin.
Without thinking, Yan Yan summoned up her courage and ran up to Jun Linyuan. Biting her lower lip, she whined,
Your Royal Highness… Could you please have Feng Wu give us her tent… You can see how badly wounded Feng Liu is. I feel so sorry for her.

Wasn’t the crown prince supposed to abhor Feng Wu? Given the choice, he would definitely give the tent to her instead of Feng Wu, right?
Feng Wu stared at Jun Linyuan coldly with eyes that could spit fire.


She had her own tent stashed away in the ring; it was just that she hadn’t had a chance to take it out yet.
Standing there, Jun Linyuan darted an arrogant look at Feng Wu. Why was this woman so stubborn? Would it kill her to beg him for help?
Feng Wu stared at Jun Linyuan and Jun Linyuan stared back at her —