Chapter 1208
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It was none other than Zhen Qiu!
Zhen Qiu and Zhen Xia were twin sisters. Zhen Xia worked for Zuo Qingluan, and so did Zhen Qiu.
Zhen Qiu had deliberately led the others to talk when she saw Feng Wu walking toward them. Her goal was to make Feng Wu angry.
She knew Feng Wu's personality very well, and thought that Feng Wu would leave the crown prince's residence in a huff. However, to her surprise —
Feng Wu struck out without hesitation!
Zhen Qiu couldn't move under Feng Wu's grip.
"Argh, you —" Zhen Qiu looked terrified.
Holding her throat, Feng Wu's eyes were as cold as ice. "Were you talking about me just then?"
"Hm —"
Zhen Qiu's feet left the ground as Feng Wu picked her up. She struggled with all her might.
But no matter how hard she struggled, Feng Wu wouldn't let go.
Zhen Qiu's pupils dilated, and the fear in her eyes grew stronger.
She was about to die when Zhen Qiu let go of her.
Thud!
Zhen Qiu fell to the ground, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.
Feng Wu gave her a bloodthirsty look, then walked away, as if the person on the ground was nothing more than an ant.
Zhen Qiu sat on the ground, panting, and the shock in her eyes didn't fade …
Feng stood quietly at the door of the study.
Seeing Feng Wu walk in, Feng didn't say anything. He only opened the door for her.
Feng Wu didn't look too happy, but she was trying her best to hold it in.
Feng Wu looked up when she walked in, and saw a handsome teenager with exquisite features sitting at his desk.
There was a stack of memorials to the throne on the desk, and he was reading them attentively.
The warm sunlight shone through the window lattice and shone on the side of his face.
The teenager's features were chiseled to begin with, and in the sunlight, he looked even more chiseled and aloof.
The teenager was as beautiful as a painting. Feng Wu froze on the spot and forgot to react.
Just then, the teenager raised his head unhurriedly and glanced at Feng Wu with his brooding eyes.
But he went back to reading the memorials and asked casually, "You're awake?"
Recalling what she had just heard from the maid, Feng Wu bit her lower lip and grunted, but didn't say anything.
As arrogant as Jun Linyuan was, he had been waiting for Feng Wu to thank him, but all she got was a reluctant voice.
Jun Linyuan frowned a little and said in an indifferent tone, "That's impressive. I can't believe you fought Xuanyuan Kun's soul head on."
There was a hint of mockery in his tone, as well as an obvious reproach.
Feng Wu gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly. She had no idea that Xuanyuan Kun's soul was in Xuanyuan Yi's body.
However, for some reason, that casual glance reminded her of when her beautiful master had caught her slacking off when she was a little girl, and he had scolded her for it.
Feng Wu clenched her fists and didn't say anything.
Before Feng Wu could reply, Jun Linyuan pushed the memorials onto his desk, and they all fell to the floor.
With her sharp eyes, Feng Wu saw the names of the petitions on the ground. They were all about impeaching Jun Linyuan.
"Come here!"
The youth was breathtakingly handsome, but his voice was also extremely cold.
She clenched her fists.
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