About halfway to the mess hall, right in front of the lotus pond, someone threw a mud ball.
"Pwaah!" Pul heard the Prince yelp as huge balls of mud smacked them both in the sides of their heads, the thick heavy muck splattering everywhere. One had hit Pul so hard that he could feel mud in his ear.
Dammit! It's an ambush! thought Feiyan, quickly scanning the area. I was too careless and let my guard down...
Face stinging, Feiyan spat dirt out of her mouth and dragged Pul down beside her, lying flat on her belly in the muddy grass as the air erupted with black brown projectiles shooting from all directions. Even worse, the culprits were using the mud to conceal the rocks that they had mixed in. At this rate, she was going to lose an eye if she let this go on.
Crawling forward on her elbows and knees, Feiyan realized that she was really in for it this time.
Those bastards got us into the most open and lowest area of the garden. They're all on slightly higher ground and I only took the shortcut because that clumsy fool made me late...and it was roasted meat for lunch today! Ooooh! I'm annoyed to death!
"Heh!" grunted a voice Feiyan instantly recognized as thirteen year old Zhu Yunfeng, the Royal Astrologer's nephew. "So the page of the Shoban Crown Prince isn't much more than this. A pity to let such a creature into the Royal Academy. Look at his barbarian coloring: it hurts one's eyes..." he laughed, referring to Pul's Kazarussian features with disdain.
"Who is it?" gritted Pul. "Show yourself!"
Feiyan glanced beside her. She could see a red sheen fall over the blond boy's gaze as he ground the dirt with his fingers, blue eyes filled with rage.
"Zhu Yunfeng, you really have guts. How could you be so discourteous to a guest of our kingdom? If you want a fight, then come out here," challenged Feiyan.
"Shit...it's his Highness," someone whispered.
"Where?" asked a girl's voice.
"Are you sure...??" another girl muttered uncertainly.
"Does it matter?" hissed an older boy's voice.
Feiyan sighed internally, easily identifying the whispering voices because of her training.
Zhu Yunfeng, Li Molan, Song Juqing, Su Qian Qian. Is that all? Heh...
"You guys, get yourselves out here," Feiyan said in a low voice, standing up.
"Sure sounds good!" said Zhu Yunfeng with a nasty grin, stepping out into the clearing. He was still holding a ball of mud, and rolled it around in his hands in anticipation.
"Well you're Highness, since you have a weak body with just thought we'd help you get a head start with raking the pond weeds!" he laughed.
"Zhu Yunfeng, you really want to die," breathed Feiyan. "Insulting a member of the Royal family is punishable by death. Can the Zhu family really take responsibility?"
"There's no rank here!" Li Molan butted in. "We're all students...or are you flouting the Academy rules by insisting on your status, your Highness?" he hissed.
Feiyan ground her teeth.
Hmph! You're not as stupid as you look! You know that I will make myself and the Emperor hypocrites if I say yes...Li Molan and Zhu Yunfeng have been watching Bi with this type of intention from the beginning. Overestimating yourself*! Today I must teach you a lesson!
"Since it's like this, don't blame me for being discourteous. Come at me altogether," Feiyan said calmly.
The two boys and two girls looked at each other, hesitating.
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Migong - Book 1
Fantasy"Mine..." he repeated softly, drawing his head back to stare at her. Dazed by his beauty, she could only stare back. Feiyan flinched as he brought his face even closer. The ruby red eyes above her were framed with heavy white lashes, and they bore...
