"Brother Feng!" A coquettish voice rang from a distance.
Damn bad luck.
Feng Yanyan heard a soft gasp from the side.
He turned to the girl. "Oh, did I say that out loud?"
Jiao pursed her lips in warning. It was always funny seeing her act mature like JuZi.
But the people coming over were really bad luck. He was just on his way back from visiting his injured maid and now, he had to deal with the righteous Zhang Yunlei and his cronies.
"Oh, look at that stiff smile on his face. That means he hasn't been laid."
Jiao blushed furiously at the things the young master was whispering. She wanted to ask how he knew that when Concubine Zhang was obviously the same as usual but she didn't have the guts.
Feng Yanyan laughed at the young lady's reaction. Among his three favorite palace maids, Jiao was the cutest to tease.
JuZi was like an old spinster despite being the same age as him and Pu Tao was absentminded most of the time.
While thinking of random things, Feng Yanyan still wouldn't make the same mistake he did last week.
He curtsied. "Greeting Concubine Zhang."
"No need for formalities, Brother Feng." The man helped him up.
Beauty Feng was rolling his eyes inside but had a small smile outside. "Then, I won't bother Concubine Zhang in his stroll anymore."
He was about to walk past them but one of the cronies, Zhou mei ren, suddenly spoke up. "Concubine Zhang isn't on a stroll. He is going to the ancestral hall to give offerings."
There was gloating in that tone. Feng Yanyan held his chest.
Why do you sound like it's a huge favor from God? And it's not even you...
His face precisely showed these unspoken words. Beauty Zhou felt like something was stuck in his throat. He forgot how the devastatingly pretty Feng Yanyan was too sarcastic.
Sending the offerings was a trivial job and everyone made it sound as important as a Princess Consort's task. It seemed like the neglect made these beauties from Tanglin Great Palace lose a little bit of their dignity.
Just then, the cordial Zhang Yunlei spoke. "Since it's a small job, would Brother Feng accompany me?"
Feng Yanyan was about to shake his head and refuse but he saw Jiao's warning stare. Aiya, the girl was right. He had no right to refuse someone from a higher position than him.
Troublesome.
He was already surrounded by a bunch of ants and still wanted to drag Feng Yanyan.
If he couldn't refuse, then just go.
These little boys and girls probably wouldn't seek any trouble under the sun, right?
Everyone failed to notice the flash of satisfaction on Zhang Yunlei's face.
As expected, it was an anticlimactic affair. When the ancestral hall was in sight, a strong palace momo went out to fetch the meal box. The attitude was neither servile nor overbearing, as though she was just facing an ordinary person.
Zhang Yunlei tolerated it with a smile. Whether or not the smile was genuine, only he knew.
It was obvious the momo had no plans of inviting them in and she even shut the gates at Zhang Yunlei's nose.
Feng Yanyan barely managed to control his laughter. Ah, it was always fun to see someone suffer.
As they were walking back, the beauties gathered under Beauty Zhang's flag were all complaining on his behalf.
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