"Who is the pheasant? Who is the phoenix?" Feng Muching covered her mouth and chuckled.
Facing her smiling look, Feng Wanwan was filled with anger and couldn't help but think of the humiliation she had suffered in the past few days.
Is she laughing at herself?!
Why!
"Even if you put on a good-looking mask, it can't cover up that ugly half of your face." Feng Wanwan sneered and stared at the mask on Feng Muqing's face with disdain.
No matter how much the regent doted on her, no matter how much effort he put into it, he could not cure half of her face that looked like a yaksha.
Half a national beauty and half a Yaksha, isn't this an appalling yin-yang face?
Feng Muqing did not miss the flash of jealousy in Feng Wanwan's eyes. She raised her hand and caressed half of Qingguo Qingcheng's face, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
"What? Are you envious? Or jealous? This half of my face is not comparable to anyone else's?"
"That's natural. Even the famous Regent must have put a lot of effort into finding this mask. After all, we see each other every day, and the Regent doesn't want to be scared by the person next to him one day."
Feng Wanwan suppressed the anger in her heart and couldn't help but laugh at the exquisite mask.
Even if she is a peerless beauty, she is only half a face.
As much as the world loves her for her stunning beauty, they fear the other half of her as a Rakshasa.
Wasn't it because he was attracted by her Yama-like face that he decreed the marriage to the regent? There was nothing to be proud of.
Even if their plan didn't succeed, it would still be enough to make Jun Ruye sick.
Thinking of this, Feng Wanwan suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.
"The regent is not comparable to you. I just heard some of your heroic deeds on the way here. Congratulations to you for becoming the laughing stock of Kyoto."
Although Feng Wanwan is not a peerless beauty who has captivated the country, she can still be called a delicate beauty, not to mention that after more than ten years of training, she is a proper lady of everyone.
In addition, she has been in the limelight at Manhuatai in recent years, and she is also a beautiful woman with both civil and military skills in Kyoto.
It's a pity that the substitute marriage happened and it became a joke among everyone after dinner.
Everyone knew that she had a close relationship with Prince Ning Sikong Rulang, but she tried to marry into the regent's palace at the risk of killing the Nine Clan.
The twists and turns in between are horrifying to think about.
Feng Wanwan's suppressed anger suddenly emerged.
"So what, your reputation has been the same for more than ten years. Even if you become the regent princess, it will be nothing more than that."
"I have no control over what other people do. All I need to know is that when you see me now, you must bow respectfully. After all, you will be lower than me."
Feng Wanwan was speechless, feeling a dull pain in her chest as she breathed.
"Speaking of which, you haven't saluted me yet. Is this the etiquette education you have learned for more than ten years?"
Feng Muqing straightened her clothes and got ready for Feng Wanwan to bend down.
Seeing Feng Wanwan's frustrated look, she felt particularly comfortable.
The two people's eyes were filled with sparks in the air, neither of them letting go of the other, and they became tense for a moment.
The servants who came after Feng Wanwan sensed that the atmosphere between the two was not right and lowered their heads one after another.
They heard nothing, they knew nothing.
After a moment, Feng Wanwan covered her lips and smiled softly, as if she was not the one who jumped in anger earlier.
"You are just a bastard. Even if you are the regent princess, you are still a shameless bastard!"
She heard this from her mother Wang a few years ago, and every time she thought about it, she felt extremely happy.
Feng Muqing is a bastard whose biological father is unknown, so she, Feng Wanwan, is truly the legitimate daughter of the prime minister's house.
After all, Lan Jingrou has been dead for more than ten years, and her mother is in charge of the prime minister's house, so naturally no one can get past her.
Feng Muching was shocked when she suddenly heard this.
No wonder...
No wonder Feng Tianling has ignored her for fifteen years.
No wonder Feng Tianling turns a blind eye to the humiliation she has suffered over the years.
It turns out that she is not Feng Tianling's son.
At this moment, Feng Muqing couldn't express what she felt in her heart. She felt relieved and heavy at the same time.
Is this how the original Feng Muching felt?
But for a moment, Feng Muqing felt something pull away from her body, feeling instantly relaxed.
It seemed that she had let it go and felt relieved.
In any case, she had to investigate this matter carefully and give an explanation to the original Feng Muqing, which would be her repayment for bringing the corpse back to life.
"It's really ridiculous. Lan Jingrou, who was the best in the world at that time, turned out to be a despicable child. She had an affair with someone else behind her father's back and even gave birth to you. A person like this still dominates the position of the Prime Minister's wife. She is really shameless!"
Snap!
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud slap sounded particularly clear in the empty backyard, which showed how much effort Feng Muqing had used.
Feng Wanwan felt a pain on her face and her head was buzzing.
She touched her cheek blankly, and the belated tingling sensation instantly brought her back to her thoughts.
How dare she hit herself!
"Feng Muqing!" Feng Wanwan gritted her teeth and stared at Feng Muqing with hatred.
"Who gave you the courage to insult my mother!"
Although she is not the original Feng Muqing, from the moment she arrived here, she has shared weal and woe with Feng Muqing.
Her mother is her own mother.
"She dares to do it, so let's talk about it! From the beginning to the end, you should be stepped into the mud by me, and you will never be able to get over!" Feng Wanwan laughed loudly, as if she was crazy.
Feng Muqing's expression was as cold as ice, and she looked at Feng Wanwan with sharp eyes, as if she were looking at a dead person.
Facing Feng Muqing's cannibalistic gaze, Feng Wanwan's whole body trembled. She secretly struggled and puffed out her chest.
She has not made any waves in the Prime Minister's Office for so many years, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Feng Muqing snorted coldly, her spiritual power circulated in her body, and a touch of gold suddenly appeared in her hand and transformed into a sharp sword. She suddenly grabbed the hilt and stabbed Feng Wanwan straight at her.
Seeing this, Feng Wanwan was shocked. Seeing the tip of the sword close in front of her eyes, Feng Wanwan ducked sideways, tiptoed, and was a few feet away from Feng Muqing in an instant.
Isn't she a waste without spiritual roots?
When did you have spiritual power or golden spiritual roots?
Feng Wanwan didn't have time to think too much and dealt with Feng Muqing's attack again.
A burst of spiritual energy swung out from the tip of the sword. Feng Wanwan had quick eyes and quick hands. She immediately turned around and left the place. When she turned around, she saw that there was a ravine under her feet.
Feng Wanwan's heart sank, she was actually at the seventh level of Qi training!
She has been practicing since she was a child, and all the good resources in the government have been given to her. In more than ten years, she has only been able to build a foundation at the first level.
When did Feng Muching reach the seventh level of Qi training?
No matter how she became a seventh-level practitioner of Qi training, she was still at the first level of foundation building.
The surrounding servants sensed murderous intent and ran to far corners to hide, fearing that they would die accidentally.
A cool breeze blew by, picking up the corners of their clothes, and the chill in the air swept over them.
Feng Wanwan pulled out a white whip from her waist, and the two stood facing each other.
Feng Muching raised her eyebrows lightly and looked at the whip in her hand.
This quality is not bad, it is a second-grade spiritual weapon.
It seems that Feng Wanwan is very valued in the prime minister's house.
The wind blew and the grass and trees in the courtyard rustled. Feng Wanwan took the lead and rushed towards Feng Muqing with the white whip in her hand like a snake. This chapter has been completed!