Chapter 67

For the first time, Feng Jueyu felt that the gentle yet strong character of Shangguan Xiaojie subtly concealed a unique charm. Her eyes, beautiful enough to make one forget everything, made him suddenly become wary.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be lost in those eyes, which were too clear, too easy to make one lose their mind, and be captured by the gaze in an instant.

Feng Jueyu knew that this was a skill Shangguan Ruomeng had honed in the business world, not some evil mystic technique, but a skill she had developed through a deep understanding of human nature.

Unfortunately, Shangguan Ruomeng was destined to fail, because she was not dealing with an ordinary person.

"Are they related? I don't understand what Sister Ruomeng is saying," Feng Jueyu said suspiciously, his eyes even clearer than Shangguan Ruomeng's.

As the King of Assassins, another powerful instinct was the ability to disguise oneself. Without a doubt, Feng Jueyu's skills in this area far surpassed those of Shangguan Ruomeng.

Staring at Feng Jueyu for a moment, Shangguan Ruomeng confirmed that he was not lying and then stood up. This small action did not escape Feng Jueyu's notice. It seemed that this girl was not intentionally getting close to him; he had thought she had changed her opinion of him.

Seeing that her plan was ineffective, Shangguan Ruomeng resumed her composed demeanor and sighed, "It seems that Brother Feng really doesn't know. Brother Feng..."

She turned around and said with a calm smile, "Can you explain why Rofan's sword skills have improved so rapidly?"

Feng Jueyu knew he could hide some things, but not everything. He awkwardly smiled and said, "Alright, I won't hide it from you. You guessed right; someone has been teaching Rofan, hoping to make him a master."

Feng Jueyu threw out his trump card...

To make someone not pay attention to certain things, one must divert their attention to something else.

This trick works on anyone, regardless of gender or age.

Shangguan Ruomeng showed a relieved expression and sighed, "It seems Grandfather's guess was correct. The Shangguan family has indeed sent someone. Brother Feng..."

"Ah?" Before Shangguan Ruomeng could finish, Feng Jueyu pulled back the covers, got out of bed, and interrupted, "Sister Ruomeng, don't ask me who he is or where he comes from. Even if I knew, I doubt he would want others to know."

Feng Jueyu, dressed in a robe, walked to the window and, after confirming that no one was eavesdropping, said, "The Shangguan family is indeed the top family in Tian Nan City, and even the emperor fears them. But they are just a noble family in an empire. How vast is this world? I may not understand mystic techniques, but every time I receive guidance from that master, I can feel a different state of mind, which Rofan understands even more. To be frank, I think that master's methods are far superior to those of the Shangguan family. Isn't it a good thing for such a person to help Rofan?"

Shangguan Ruomeng quietly observed Feng Jueyu. For some reason, she found that the coward in front of her suddenly seemed to be growing taller. His words hinted at something, but she couldn't ask. In just a few words, he had blocked her retreat. Was this still the coward and waste?

Shangguan Ruomeng sighed, "Unfortunately, we still don't know if this is a blessing or a curse."

She paused and said, "Just now, I didn't mention that the three assassins who were killed all died from their bodies rotting away. Their deaths were extremely gruesome. Brother Feng may not have seen it, but even though they were killed in one blow, I suspect they didn't die immediately. Instead, they were poisoned and suffered greatly, forcing them to grab their bodies until they died. This shows that the person who killed them is extremely cruel, worthy of the title 'Evil Emperor.' I'm afraid that the person who taught Rofan is the same person."

Feng Jueyu secretly laughed, thinking, "You guessed right. They were indeed poisoned, with the most terrifying poison in the world, and I am that 'Evil Emperor.'"

Looking at Shangguan Ruomeng, Feng Jueyu said, "So what if it's the same person? You should know that if it's a blessing, it's not a curse. I think focusing on the immediate benefits is most important. Everyone can see that Rofan's cultivation has improved rapidly in recent times. Isn't that a good thing?"

Shangguan Ruomeng was about to argue, but Feng Jueyu stopped her with a wave of his hand and continued, "Let's look at it from another angle. If they are the same person, that's even better. This means he is protecting Rofan or me, which indirectly shows that he has no ill intentions toward the Shangguan family. Isn't that enough?"

Shangguan Ruomeng thought for a moment and suddenly saw the light. "Yes, why didn't I think of that? Even if he is ruthless, it's for Rofan's sake. There are many ruthless killers in the world, and righteous people may not kill fewer than evil ones. As long as he has no ill intentions toward the Shangguan family, isn't that enough? Why am I thinking so much?"

"It seems I was overthinking it," Shangguan Ruomeng stood up and said sincerely, "Thank you, Brother Feng, for your guidance."

As she said this, Shangguan Ruomeng bowed gracefully, and Feng Jueyu smiled and nodded in return. However, he noticed that Shangguan Ruomeng's face was pale and she was swaying, about to fall.

Feng Jueyu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went over to support her. Just as Shangguan Ruomeng's body leaned forward, she fell into Feng Jueyu's arms.

"Ah? What's wrong with this girl?"

Feng Jueyu was surprised and asked, "Sister Ruomeng, what's happening?"

Shangguan Ruomeng's face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and she leaned heavily on Feng Jueyu, forcing a smile, "Nothing, nothing."

"Nothing?" Feng Jueyu touched her forehead and found it burning hot, clearly a high fever. In the current world, this was called a cold, which could be serious.

"You have a cold? Lie down on the bed quickly." Feng Jueyu frowned and helped Shangguan Ruomeng to the bed, then shouted loudly, "Xing'er, Xing'er..."

Shangguan Ruomeng held onto Feng Jueyu's arm, half of her body leaning on him, sitting on the bed. Her heart suddenly felt as if a little rabbit had jumped in, feeling a strange warmth. This was the first time in her life she was on a man's bed and leaning on a man's shoulder, feeling the masculine aura from Feng Jueyu, her face flushed. What's happening to me? I can't lie on his bed...

"I'll go back to my room." Her conservative sense of chastity made her struggle to stand up, but Feng Jueyu forcefully pressed her down.

"Still being stubborn? You're burning up. Lie down, and I'll send Xing'er to get a doctor..."

As he spoke, Feng Jueyu lifted the covers and gently placed Shangguan Ruomeng on the bed, covering her with the blankets. He then ran to the window and called out "Xing'er" a few more times, then went to the basin, took a towel, soaked it, wrung it out, and folded it into a strip to place on Shangguan Ruomeng's forehead.

These steps were a normal way to reduce a fever, and Feng Jueyu didn't think much of it, but he didn't realize that every move he made was being watched by Shangguan Ruomeng.

From the moment Feng Jueyu carried her to the bed, Shangguan Ruomeng had a sweet, almost dreamlike feeling. She didn't know why, but she seemed to particularly enjoy this sense of dependence.

Then, Feng Jueyu covered her with the blankets, his movements gentle and considerate, making her feel grateful.

After that, he walked from the bed to the window, soaking the towel and calling for Xing'er, then placing the towel on her forehead, bringing a cool sensation. Each step showed Feng Jueyu's care and attention.

Could he be such a person? A meticulous, brave, and true gentleman?

Why wasn't he like this before?

Or was he hiding something? Deliberately acting like a wastrel?

Why is he so different?

Shangguan Ruomeng watched quietly, not realizing that at this moment, the Feng Jueyu in her eyes was becoming more and more noble, transforming from an unbearable wastrel into a responsible and brave gentleman...

Xing'er ran in from outside, saw Shangguan Ruomeng lying on the bed, and was momentarily stunned.

Not possible, did Miss and Master develop so quickly? They are already in the same bed?

Oh, how embarrassing, it's still daytime...

The little girl clearly misunderstood the scene and didn't notice Feng Jueyu standing behind her.

"Hey, girl, what are you thinking? Your Miss has a cold, go get a doctor," Feng Jueyu urged.

"Ah? A cold?" Xing'er was suddenly startled, ran to the bed, and touched Shangguan Ruomeng's forehead, which was indeed very hot. "It's really a cold. Miss must not have rested well these past few days."

Feng Jueyu said, "So, go get a doctor. When you go out, close the door downstairs to prevent the wind from coming in. Tell the servants to boil a bowl of ginger soup and bring it over..."

As he spoke, Feng Jueyu walked to the window and closed it, considering everything meticulously. For a moment, the master and servant looked at him as if they didn't recognize him.

Feng Jueyu turned around and saw Xing'er still standing by the bed, frowning slightly. "What are you standing there for? Go quickly?"

Xing'er was startled, looked at Shangguan Ruomeng with a meaningful glance, and smiled, "Yes, Master."

She winked at Shangguan Ruomeng and whispered, "Master is really considerate."

"Go, you little devil." Shangguan Ruomeng, wrapped in the blankets, scolded with a red face, then looked at Feng Jueyu a few more times, feeling as sweet as if she had eaten two jars of honey.

At this moment, Feng Jueyu walked over with two sets of blankets from the cabinet, laid them on the bed, and covered Shangguan Ruomeng layer by layer.

"What are you doing?"

"Covering you with more blankets to make you sweat and recover faster." As he spoke, the blankets were laid, and Feng Jueyu touched the towel, which was still very hot. He flipped it over and placed it back on Shangguan Ruomeng's forehead, saying, "I'll go get some water. Lie here and rest."

If it were any other time, it would be impossible to make Shangguan Xiaojie lie quietly on a man's bed. But today, she didn't refuse, and instead, she watched Feng Jueyu's back and said, "You... come back quickly."

Her voice was very soft, like a newly married bride, and after speaking, she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover her face, leaving only her eyes peeking out, looking at Feng Jueyu with a reluctant expression...

Feng Jueyu, holding the basin, paused, turned around, and looked at Shangguan Ruomeng for a moment, a smile like sunshine on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

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PS: Going to sleep... I'll write more when I come back tonight.

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