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Just as she was about to run outside to find Shadow Blade, she suddenly heard a voice from above. ”Come up.”
She raised her head to see Shadow Blade sitting atop the highest point of the close stools. He was surrounded by close stools, yet he still managed to maintain a distinguished look. Even close stools could turn into a throne when he sat on it.
Meng Fuyao's heart relaxed for a moment, but was almost instantly replaced by anger as she couldn't help but lash out, ”Why did you run up there, you scared me.”
Shadow Blade sat lazily on the wall of close stools and used his chin to indicate at a small sky window near the ceiling. ”This position is higher than the courtyard gates. You can see all outside movement from here,” he said.
Meng Fuyao carefully clambered up and glanced out the window. Sure enough, it was as he described. ”This time, we can expect the enemy. Trust you to find such a hidden window,” she said gleefully.
Shadow Blade's eyes glinted, and he smiled but did not say anything. Meng Fuyao retrieved a biscuit from her chest, and her face instantly turned black—the biscuit had been completely squashed by Rabbit Lord, and it now looked like Lord Yuan Bao's feces. Was this fit for human consumption? It was probably more suitable for a rodent!
”Damn it, that godforsaken scoundrel!” Meng Fuyao cursed under her breath.
Shadow Blade turned around and asked, ”What?”
Meng Fuyao shook her head and said, ”Fill your stomach first.” She thrust the biscuit at him and batted her eyelashes, hoping that if Shadow Blade ate it, then it would motivate her to eat it as well. Shadow Blade stared at the unsightly, squashed biscuit and frowned slightly. In the end, he still took a piece and slowly began to eat.
Meng Fuyao rejoiced internally with tears in her eyes—Heaven knows how ugly this thing had been squashed into. If it were Zhangsun Wuji or Zhan Beiye or any of those nobles, they would rather starve to death than eat it. Truly, commoners were still the best, being both practical and accommodating.
When the biscuit was brought before Lord Yuan Bao, the noble magical hamster was extremely angered and disappointed—its food had always been nothing but the best grain, and the imperial chefs would only select the best and most expensive ingredients and spend hours meticulously creating rare and exquisite dishes for it. Since when did it have to eat this kind of peasant fare? And something that had been squashed and looked like Meng Fuyao excreted it? Was this fit for rodents? More like it was fit for humans!
How disappointing… Ever since it followed Meng Fuyao, its status had dropped, its future had become bleak, and even its quality of life sank so low it was underwater…
It had already forgotten that just days ago Meng Fuyao had just invited it to the Heavenly Restaurant to eat bear's claw with bird's nest…
After a long and arduous battle with its pained and confused heart, Lord Yuan Bao finally reached out with its paws and picked up a piece of the ”feces”. Shutting its eyes tightly, it stuffed it into its mouth…
When both of them had finished eating, Meng Fuyao finally retrieved the second piece of biscuit in perfect condition from her robes and began to eat it slowly and deliberately.
What a despicable move!
It ignited the ire of the other human and one hamster; thus Lord Yuan Bao lunged at her. 'I'll scratch you! I'll scratch, I'll scratch, scratch, scratch…'
Shadow Blade gave Meng Fuyao a deep look. 'This girl really never forgets how to have fun in life despite whatever dangerous situation she is in; what a fearless and brilliant girl!'
She would worry, but never mull over things; she would get anxious, but she would become even more careful next time; she had so many flaws, yet she bravely confronted them.
She was afraid of what she was meant to be afraid of, but not because of the difference in strength, but rather that in her fear, she would not forget to be rational—to be brave but wary, ruthless but reserved, every step must be a perfect balance on the tightrope of combat. Even more, she shouldn't show any emotion to the opponent, nor overlook the opponent's emotions.
Her strength was her ironclad will.
Shadow Blade sighed lightly. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He turned around and caught a whiff of a sourish smell drifting from below.
Meng Fuyao had smelled it too, and she nearly lost her appetite because of it. Nonetheless, she closed her eyes and stuffed the biscuit into her mouth—the situation was critical; they were surrounded, and she was the only real power left among the little group of two humans plus one hamster. She had to maintain her strength.
The two of them sat atop the close stools in silence. After a while, Meng Fuyao asked, ”Do you know what smell this is?”
Shadow Blade's eyes held a mild hint of amusement as he replied, ”Yes.”
Meng Fuyao turned to look at him sharply. With an ashen face, Shadow Blade said emotionlessly, ”When I was very young, I smelled something like this before. My wet-nurse was killed this way.”
Meng Fuyao stared at his peaceful expression and couldn't resist asking, ”That was your subordinate, I heard earlier that Xuanyuan Min will boil all of them to death. Perhaps today, or tomorrow, we will be boiled to death on this pile of close stools while looking out this sky window.”