"Is that so? Who is it that speaks ill of me to others?" Feng Muting asked.
Su Fuliu paused, wondering if Feng Muting was referring to him? Had he spoken ill of him behind his back? When?
"What, you have the guts to say it, but not the guts to admit it?"
Su Fuliu was dumbfounded. It really was him. When did he say such a thing? Could it be that he was drunk and talking nonsense last night?
"Your Highness, I never said anything bad about you..."
“Xiao Nian told me that you told him I’m very fierce, always scolding you and treating you badly,” Feng Muting replied.
“Your Highness, you said it yourself, that the young master is not a good person. I absolutely did not say those things to him. He must have made it up to sow discord between me and Your Highness as master and servant,” Su Fuliu said.
Feng Muting snorted lightly: "That's good. If I find out that you're talking badly about me outside, I'll pull out your tongue!"
Su Fuliu immediately covered her mouth and shook her head.
Being a servant was incredibly stressful for him. Drinking with others would result in his legs being broken, and gossiping about others would result in his tongue being pulled out. Was there any servant in the world more miserable than him?
He suddenly missed the days he spent in the Forget-Worry Pavilion. He was so comfortable back then. No one dared to be mean to him. In fact, everyone had to coax him.
You don't have to do anything; all you have to do is look beautiful.
The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt.
However, the temptation of five hundred taels of gold was simply too great.
He accidentally broke his back.
So this is God's punishment for his easy surrender.
"Go and rest," Feng Muting said.
Su Fuliu covered her mouth and then nodded.
Then, he quickly left.
Being with Feng Muting is absolutely terrifying.
The next day, Su Fuliu, who was resting in her room, heard someone knocking on the door and replied, "Come in."
Then, Feng Muting pushed open the door and walked in.
Su Fuliu was taken aback: "Your Highness?!"
Feng Muting walked over with the medicinal wine: "Rub it more, so the bruises will fade faster."
"I can't accept this, Your Highness, I'm troubling you again..."
"If you're sorry, then don't be so clumsy in the future. If you don't hurt yourself, you won't bother me." Feng Muting walked over and sat down.
"..." Su Fuliu was speechless.
"Take it off," Feng Muting said simply and clearly.
Su Fuliu had no choice but to obediently take off his clothes, and Feng Muting began to massage him again.
"Your Highness."
"Um?"
"I forgot to ask, has the assassin who tried to kill the prince last time been caught?"
"without."
"Ah, no, then what should we do? Isn't Your Highness still in great danger? I'm sorry, Your Highness, I didn't know I would cause you such trouble..." Su Fuliu began to feel annoyed again.
"Don't move," Feng Muting snapped.
Su Fuliu immediately sat still again.
Then Feng Muting said, "What are you blaming yourself for? Even without you, they would still find someone else to harm me. So this trouble is not something you brought to me, but something I brought to you. If it weren't for me, they wouldn't have come after you and almost killed you."
In truth, he is the one who should blame himself.
He almost killed Su Fuliu.
Su Fuliu gently shook her head, and then said...
Chapter 61 My Heart Is Fluttering
"It was my fault for not being able to resist the temptation and almost harming Your Highness. This is my retribution. So, one should never do bad things," Su Fuliu said.
"How am I supposed to respond to what you're saying?" Feng Muting asked.
"Why? What's wrong with what you said?"
"You say there's retribution for doing bad things, but what if I do something bad? Are you cursing me?" Feng Muting said with a smirk.
Su Fuliu was taken aback, then replied, "Your Highness would never do anything bad. Apart from being a bit fierce, Your Highness is truly a very good person!"
"You always say I'm fierce, but am I really that fierce?"
"If I tell the truth, Your Highness mustn't be angry."
"Don't be angry."
"The prince is really too fierce... But everyone has a temper, it's just that the prince's temper is a little bit too big, but that's okay. The prince is a good prince who is diligent in his duties and loves his people, and that's enough."
Although Feng Muting couldn't see Su Fuliu's expression, he could tell from the tone of his voice that Su Fuliu was speaking very seriously.
He suddenly stopped, leaned forward, and whispered in Su Fuliu's ear, "Are you so sure that I won't do anything bad?"
Su Fuliu felt the hot breath tickling his ears and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Even if Your Highness does something bad, you must have your reasons."
After saying that, he turned to look at Feng Muting, who was still whispering in his ear.
He didn't realize how close they were; when he turned his head, he almost bumped into Feng Muting's face.
So he quickly leaned to the side and looked ahead, not daring to turn his head again.
Feng Muting was momentarily distracted. He unconsciously swallowed hard, then sat up straight: "Sit still, we're not done massaging yet."
"Hmm..." Su Fuliu responded, feeling a flutter in her heart for some reason.
After a while, Feng Muting said, "Okay."
"Thank you, Your Highness. You've worked hard." Su Fuliu said as she put on her clothes.
Feng Muting stood up and looked at him, his gaze seemingly bewitched, involuntarily drifting downwards to land on his fair and clean chest.
He couldn't help but cough, then quickly turned his back.
Su Fuliu looked up at Feng Muting: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"It's alright, you continue to rest. I'll be leaving now." With that, Feng Muting turned and left without looking back.
Su Fuliu watched his departing figure with a puzzled expression, murmuring, "What's wrong with Your Highness? Is something wrong?"
After getting dressed, Su Fuliu didn't want to stay in bed any longer; she had been lying there for quite a while.
He then got out of bed and started walking around.
She was still thinking about how Feng Muting had coughed just now, wondering if he was really feeling unwell.
Otherwise, why would you be in such a hurry to leave?
Thinking of this, Su Fuliu decided to go see Feng Muting, but if Feng Muting was really feeling unwell, he couldn't just go to see him empty-handed.
Since Feng Muting likes his cooking, he will cook two dishes and send them to Feng Muting.
This was also to thank Feng Muting for massaging his shoulders these past two days.
Thinking of this, Su Fuliu immediately went to the kitchen.
After Feng Muting went to the study, he sat there, frowning. He thought for a while, then called out, "Su Yan!"
Su Yan immediately walked in: "Your Highness."
Feng Muting hesitated for a moment, then said, "You...you go and find two women for me."
Upon hearing this, Su Yan's eyes widened in shock. He thought he had misheard: "Your Highness, what did you say?!"
Feng Muting looked at him, somewhat displeased: "Are you hard of hearing?"
Su Yan shook his head: "No...no, I heard you, I'll go find...find two women for Your Highness right away..."
"Go."
"However, what kind of person does Your Highness want?" Su Yan asked again, as this was a difficult question.
He had never helped Feng Muting find a woman before; this was the first time, and it truly shocked him…
Chapter 62 Iron Tree Blossoms
Feng Muting was stunned for a moment: "I haven't looked for any women, how would I know what they're like? You, you can just pick a couple at random."
"Yes... I'll go find it right away..." Su Yan turned and left, somewhat unable to process what he was going to say, but before leaving, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Feng Muting.
What's wrong with their prince? Is the thousand-year-old iron tree about to bloom?
Why the sudden urge to want women? Did he suddenly become enlightened?
Feng Muting felt extremely uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to stand up.
He began pacing back and forth in the study.
Until Su Yan brought two women back.
One is innocent, the other is alluring.
"I don't know what kind of woman Your Highness likes, so I just randomly brought back two different types of women. Your Highness, please take a look and see which one you prefer?" Su Yan said.
"Your Highness," the two women called out in unison, bowing to Feng Muting.
Feng Muting glanced at them casually, then waved his hand, dismissing Su Yan.
Su Yan thought for a moment, then said, "Your Highness, the study isn't very convenient. Why don't you take them to... the room?"
"Just step down when I tell you to, why all the nonsense?" Feng Muting snapped.
Su Yan shrank back and didn't say anything more. He lowered his head and left the study. He thought that maybe Feng Muting liked the feeling of being in the study. He was really too talkative in suggesting it and almost got himself into trouble.
Feng Muting stood there, looking at the two women in front of him. He sized them up from head to toe without saying a word.