40 Whos Teaching Whom? (1/2)

Meng Fuyao gritted her teeth, glaring at him. Had she really described him as clean, pure, sparkly and flawless just a moment ago?

Zong Yue maintained a calm expression on his face.

After some thought, Meng Fuyao smiled.

”The pot is indeed empty, but I did not see any Vessel of Spring. And robber, you say? I am a wanderer that you had welcomed to stay for the night. Have you heard of anyone inviting a plunderer into their carriage to journey together?”

She finished with a crisp tone, clapping her hands and preparing to leave upon finishing her sentence. ”As for the disappearance of your wine... ask your tummy,” she advised with a laugh.

”King De is temperamental and will take revenge, no matter how small an offense,” Zong Yue's calm voice reached her ears.

”So?”

”He's sure to fly into a rage when he finds out that someone has gobbled down his life-saving wine. Yeah... heard that his troop, Scarlet Wind, is trained to track and assassinate...”

Meng Fuyao, who had lifted the curtain midway, paused. After a long while, she flung it downward with more force than necessary before whipping around and shouting, ”So many tricks just to make me stay? Fine.”

She took a big step backward and slammed onto the chair behind her. She opened the secret compartment in the table and pulled a dried fish, ham, bamboo shoot, lotus pastry from within. Upon gathering them in front of her, she shamelessly retrieved a jade cup and a pair of silver chopsticks and started digging in like never before. ”Wanna keep me? Feed me well. I expect nothing less than this meal from now on, and you can just gift this set of utensils to me. I don't mind that you've used them before. As for clothes... that overcoat is great, but I don't like the white color on it. It's cheesy, so get me a black one. That's all for now.”

Zong Yue fiddled with his purple plant as he responded, ”Alright, but you can't get all that for nothing? Look at yourself, don't you think you're too plump?”

Meng Fuyao opened and closed her mouth a few times, but nothing came out. 'I'm plump? I'm plump? Am I plump? I have great curves, right where they should be. Are your eyes okay?'

The man before her made one feel cleansed, but why were his words so filthy? What a poisonous tongue, not fit for his pure-white robe.

Still unrecovered from shock, she converted anger into hunger, quickly sweeping the plates in front of her clean before replying with a cold smirk, ”Even if I die from obesity, it's none of your business.”

”It is my business,” replied Zong Yue, unmoved. ”My servant shouldn't be too ugly, plump, skinny or pretty.”

”Your servant? Who?” Meng Fuyao repeated with more emphasis, narrowing her eyes.

Not answering her question, Zong Yue first sized her up, nodding reluctantly. ”Not too bad. You're not pretty, neither smart nor too foolish, but your weight... can be reduced.”

Meng Fuyao bit on her lips for a long while before smiling and nodding. ”Not too bad. You're not pretty, not smart, slightly plump. You're obviously a vulgar man who dresses all holy and kind, exudes a softness like that of snow, but owning a nasty character; lying and setting others up...you have a ton of shortcomings, but I believe you can change for the better.”

She let out a smile that could make one's blood run cold as she added slowly, ”I will spend some time and effort to teach you.”

”Alright,” Zong Yue agreed, not the least bit angered.

”Let's see who's teaching whom,” he nodded.

”I'm not an ordinary servant, and I expect a treatment no less worthy of my class!” Meng Fuyao protested, squatting before the door of King De's courtyard, Fragrant Garden, in an eastern alley of Zhongzhou City and swinging her servant uniform about.

Not getting any reaction from within the house, Yao Xun turned to hold her in place. ”Aye, you kinda deserve this for drinking their priceless wine, Miss Meng. Aren't you going overboard..?”

”What do you know?” Meng Fuyao shut him up. ”He's always acting like he's kind and guileless...I want him to admit defeat.”

She started climbing up the windows, but they were shut tight. She then started jabbing the paper screen.