C5

In the back hall of the Feng Family, Feng Yuan was unceasingly serving dishes to her Elder Brother Xuan.

"Xuan, where's Xi Wu? Why aren't you here yet? " Feng Chaoying asked with a frown. With his daughter's usual style, it was impossible for her not to arrive even after so long.

"Little sister Xi Wu, she …" Just as Mu Hanxuan was thinking about what kind of excuse he should use, he saw Feng Xiwu wearing a white dress slowly approaching him.

"Father has been waiting for a long time." Feng Xiwu was blessed.

Feng Chaoying reprimanded her, "It's just a meal. It's been so long since you changed your clothes, your food is about to turn cold. Quickly, sit down."

With that, he turned around and instructed the servants to serve another bowl of rice.

"Xi Wu, come, your favorite chicken wings." Mu Hanxuan quickly added another dish to Feng Xiwu's bowl.

Feng Xiwu slightly raised her eyelids, while Feng Yuan's face alternated between red and white, no one knew if it was because she was embarrassed or because she was angry.

"I've been a bit fat lately, but Little Sister Yuan, since your health is not good, you should eat more to make up for it." Saying so, she gave the chicken wings to her.

Feng Chaoying clearly felt the subtle changes in the atmosphere, laughing and reconciling, "Aiya, we're all family, what's the point of letting them go?"

In a single round of food, Feng Yuan and Mu Hanxuan tasted the same as if they were chewing on wax.

It wasn't easy for Feng Xiwu to return to her room after eating lunch. She was a little depressed in her heart, and wanted to find a place to vent her feelings on.

Having Zi Lan find the flexible sword, Feng Xiwu found a quiet place to dance. The flow of air carried the leaves on the ground as they danced in the air, and thin beads of sweat gradually seeped out of Feng Xiwu's forehead.

There was a rustling sound from behind him. Feng Xiwu's eyes focused as he skillfully turned around and mercilessly thrust his sword backwards.

"Father?"

Feng Xiwu's sword tip was caught between two of Feng Chaoying's fingers. The old general looked at her with a slightly cold gaze, "Yunxi, you're too rash. Did you think that if the person standing behind you was an assassin, you would already be dead?"

Feng Xiwu did not reply, she only retracted her sword and lowered her head to admit her mistake, "I'm sorry, father."

"Oh, Xi Wu. Father only has you now. You must learn to protect yourself and live well." Feng Chaoying looked at the sunset in the horizon, and his tone was somewhat lonely.

"Prince Jing is someone worth trusting. You must be more sensible, and stop trying to act like a child after getting married."

Feng Xiwu looked at him, the expression in her eyes somewhat unnatural. "Father, your daughter is somewhat reluctant to part with you."

Feng Chaoying patted her shoulder and sighed, "It's getting late, I will go and accompany your mother. Remember to rest early."

Feng Xiwu looked at his back, the irritation in her heart slightly lessening. For the past few years, his father hadn't been having an easy time. Afraid that she would be wronged, he forcefully rejected the suggestions of the rest of the family. If she didn't continue, how could she bear to make things difficult for her father?

After organizing her flying emotions, Feng Xiwu walked into the room and helped her prepare the hot water. Feng Xiwu took off her clothes that were drenched in sweat and soaked herself in hot water, gradually relaxing.

After soaking in the water for nearly an hour, Feng Xiwu finally wrapped herself in the nightgown, and walked towards her bedroom while wiping away her wet hair.

Feng Xiwu was about to fall asleep, her beautiful face was no longer as fierce as it was during the day, instead, it was filled with fatigue, her curls and eyelashes fluttered, as though she was about to fall asleep.

"Who is it!"

Feng Xiwu opened her eyes wide, the room suddenly had a strange Qi which made her very alert.

"Why does it look like a fried cat?" Qu Jingxi chuckled, and revealed himself.