Quick Transmigration: The Day I Blew Up My Housemate

1.5 Servant of the Cold Palace (5)

Feng Mian tried acting as normal as she could when serving Concubine Zhou although she can't help feeling peeved every time she recalls last night's matter. She wipes the altar table distractedly.

"555, do you think Junli is the emperor's son or the Prince of Chu's?" After asking around to see if there are any royal descendants that lived outside the palace, she found out that the late emperor only had two surviving kin. His youngest prince, The Prince of Chu, Tian Yu, fits the description of the man from last night.

Concubine Zhou who sat on the other side of the table felt the burning stare boring holes through her powdered face.

She dropped the book in her hand with a 'thud' on the vermillion table. "What's the matter Wan Mei? You have something to say to bengong?"

She had a lot to say actually, but any one of her questions could potentially cause her to lose her pretty head.

"Go ahead Xiao Feng, ask her if the emperor is so lacking in bedroom matters that she had to go look for fun somewhere else," a certain system butted in.

Feng Mian nearly winced. "That- are you hungry niangniang?"

"....."

"Lunch was an hour ago."

"......"

Concubine Zhou hid a smile as she coughed lightly. "You can go to the kitchen and tell the cooks to prepare some light snacks."

"Ah alright. What would Your Highness like?"

"They're for you."

Ah?

Concubine Zhou flashed her an amiable smile. She extended her well-manicured hands to grasp hers. Feng Mian flinched.

"Bengong is not someone who forgets favours. Bengong remembers clearly that it was you, this little maid who saved bengong's life. Don't worry Xiao Mei, bengong will treat you well. If there are any requests, you must not hesitate to come ask."

Though it was partly because of her mission, Feng Mian was somewhat flattered. In the span of three years she had serviced this little ancestor, it was the first time she received Zhou's gratitude.

Feng Mian was someone who has a face thick enough to compliment herself all the way to heaven but is awkward when faced with other's flattery. She flashed an awkward smile.

"No need. No need lah. This servant had only kneeled in the rain for a few hours. Hahaha, I'm this young and healthy, what are a few hours? It's not like I've soaked for days. Hehe"

Concubine Zhou fought hard to keep her smile. She wasn't sure if this maid was truly being humble or is indirectly reminding her that she had soaked herself in the rain for her.

555 tsked. "Host, you're wrong. I think you're sick. Sick of living."

'Ughh this stupid mouth.' "Then this servant will go get the pastries," Feng Mian performed a curtsy and hightailed.

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Feng Mian sat languidly on the only wooden bench in the kitchen while humming a small tune. There was a smell of smoke and sweets coming from the wooden bamboo basket behind her.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look at you this freeloader being so carefree. Do you plan on staying in this plane until you die of old age? Where's your motivation? Your redemption? You think soul shards will come crawling by themselves ah?"

"You said to wait until the soul wakes up. How do I wake him up ah? This Junli, you don't know, even when he's sleeping, he's impossible to wake up. It can't be you want me to hit him awake right?