FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME ONE]

Chapter Two

Feng-ming toke a big gulp of the more palatable liquid which Chiu-lan had newly dispensed for him, followed by a gargle as he rinsed the unpleasant aftertaste into a silver pan brought by the servants.

By this time he was meant to have a meal, but felt a bout of drowsiness cloak over his mind; perhaps it was a side effect of the wine he forced down. He released a yawn, and proceeded to sprawl back to rest on his bed.

Chiu-lan stood by his bedside and advised the frail young man with a gentle voice, "Prince, you should have a meal."

However, Feng-ming was unresponsive as he already began to gradually slip away.

His aching body was blissfully sinking into comfort until he was completely aloof to even answer and not long after he drifted into a deep sleep.

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Once he awoke again, the sky had clearly darkened outside. Feng-ming pondered about how the time was calculated in his new environment, by the looks of it at least three to four hours had passed.

It was a usual habit of his, to take a few hours to sober from the daze of sleep before rising out of bed. His roommates would often give him an earful for his habit.

Considering his new circumstances as a Prince of a Kingdom, which appears like a joke some meddlesome gods have created for him, there was bound to be at least good things! He was certainly going to make use of the entitlements that came with his royal title.

Within his daze, he heard an unfamiliar voice mock him.

"Well, I was surely given the impression that you were dead but in fact this was a scheme to terrorize the palace, such tasteless tactics." Spat the voice rather bitterly.

Feng-ming felt the hostility in the sharp words that targeted him, piquing his awakening.

He was alone in this new world and understood that he had to carefully cover his flaws, even if it included having to implement self restraint over acting brashly to provocation such as this, so instead he chose to sensibly listen, feigning his slumber.

As a matter of fact, the owner of the hostile voice was not far away from his bedside; permitting Feng ming to be his audience.

The speaker was clearly full of disrespect and contempt towards the Prince.

"If he puts up this act next time, just solve the matter by delivering him his beloved wine, we will avoid such an unsightly uproar within the Royal palace."

Chiu-lian replied with a hint of reservation "Master Tong, the Prince yet to awaken."

Upon hearing such words, Feng Ming was taken aback.

Since he was the protagonist in this story and cast the role as the Prince, a title of a high noble in the kingdom he was deserving of respect. What was with this poor mannered Master Tong? He dared to be so openly and audacious with his apparent dislike towards the 'Prince' within his own private room.

Judging by the volume and the tone of the voice, the individual clearly had no fear of the Prince, even if his highness was to overhear him.

Nor was there any discontent reaction from the maids that were devoted to serving Feng-Ming. There was no defense on his behalf; no one was even willing to step up to defend him as he was disparaged.

With indifference in his stride Master Tong Yi ordered the servants one last time, "I'll take my leave, ensure you keep him under close surveillance, he better not stir any more trouble."

Just as the man pivoted from the bedside to depart, there was an abrupt authoritative voice that coldly commanded him to halt in his steps.

"Stop right there." Ordered Feng Ming as he hoisted himself up from his rest.