The man narrows his eyes, leans a little closer to Muyan, and drawls: âYouâre actually not picky on whatever inferior, unclean, and unsuitable thing it is â and dare to put it in your mouth?â
A pause, and he coldly adds another sentence, âCould it be that the food Ben Jun had personally prepared still couldnât compare to these?â
As he says this last bit, it can be said that the man is speaking through gritted teeth.
Muyan can only have a clueless face.
Wait, wait!
Since when did Yanwu Continentâs priceless medicinal food become something thatâs âinferior, unclean, and unsuitableâ?
And Jun Shang-daren, what about you isnât good enough compared to other people? Are you comparing against a womanâs culinary skills?
What about your honor?
But the unhappy Jun Shang doesnât have any of that honor-thing.
He barely waits for Muyanâs reaction, and just directly waves a hand. He has people take out the medicinal food that Shi Lanling brought, handing them down to the servants at the outer courtyard of Di Yuan.
As for himself, he unrelentingly takes Muyan to sit down by the dining table, and carries on with his daily task of feeding her.
And probably because Di Ming Jue has been routinely feeding her these past few days-
Muyan eats the exquisite breakfast, completely without any awkwardness.
So much so that in her heart, faintly, thereâs a sweet sense of happiness that she herself doesnât realize.
As for where this kind of sweet joy has come from, Muyan doesnât dare to examine it deeper.
......
But Shi Lanling, who has been struck again and again, could no longer control the ashamed and resentful feeling rising up in her heart.
The whole person canât help but tremble.
All her life, she has never... had never received such humiliation!
Who is this woman?
Why had she snatched Shi Lanlingâs spotlight, and stolen her man?
Just and insignificant servant, why?!!
âShi Xianzi, please go back! Di Yuan doesnât entertain outsiders.â Han Ye is neither amiable nor gentle as he repeats the notice to leave.
Thereâs already a trace of impatience in his voice.
He just saw this woman push Little Shadow aside.
Humph, what a show! Not even worthy of carrying Miss Junâs shoes.
And she still has the nerve to have ideas about their Jun Shang, just save your face!
âWho is she?â She Lanling doesnât move, but she forces down the hatred thatâs violently surging up in her heart, and prattles, âJust who is this woman? Isnât she a servant of Di Yuan? How could a mere servant...â
âServant?â Han Ye hisses, interrupting Shi Lanlingâs words. His eyes are filled with ridicule, âIâm afraid Shi Xianzi has gotten it wrong.â
âNot only is Miss Jun not a servant, but sheâs the most distinguished guest of our Di Yuan, itâs future Mistress on top of that. Anyone who dares to insult Miss Jun is insulting Di Yuan, and is insulting Jun Shang. Before opening oneâs mouth, itâs best that Shi Xianzi clearly think about it â in the end, what should be said and what should not be said!â
âMistressâ?!!â Shi Lanling suddenly raises her voice into a sharp screech.
But she immediately realizes her loss of self-control, and she forcefully calms herself down, âMiss Jun, which Miss Jun? How come Iâve never heard of...â
Suddenly, Shi Lanlingâs voice stops, and her pupils slightly contract.
âDonât tell me, that sheâs the one whoâs currently under the limelight in Tianyuan City, the Enchantress Jun Muyan?!â
That legendary musician who has appearance that can ruin and overturn the state, the one who can revive dead flesh and bones, and can forcibly retrieve a human life from the underworldâs grasp?!
Han Ye promptly lifts his chin, his face all but saying âtherefore you must feel honoredâ, âCorrect.â
Even though he knows that Miss Jun isnât simple-
But he didnât expect that in just a few months, not only did Miss Jun cause a sensation in Xiaâan, sheâs now come to Tianyuan City and directly prodded through it still.
Hehe, isnât that truly worthy of being the woman that Jun Shang has fallen for?