Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 119 A Night of Terror (4)

"Hmph, do you really think the Prince would be interested in your petty amount of silver? How naïve." Then, taking a blueprint from the maid’s hand, she handed it over to Feng Xuxu, "Have you seen this person?"

Feng Xuxu took the blueprint. Who else could it be on there but Xiao Chen?

"I don’t know him, never seen him before. It’s not like you don’t know me; I can count on my fingers how many times I’ve been to town. How could I possibly have met this person."

"Right, that makes sense. I don’t have anything else, so since you’re not cooperating, let it be. I will be sure to explain everything to the Prince. Alright, I’m leaving too. People like you can only stay in a place like this, tsk tsk, such a pitiful sight." She finished with a look of disgust, as if something dirty had sullied her person.

"Don’t let the door hit you on the way out." Feng Xuxu didn’t give Feng Dongzhi a friendly look either.

In the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, growing heavier with time. Feng Xuxu put on her cloak, her footsteps crunching in the snow, and walked up the hillside, watching the village children play in the snow, laughing with genuine joy.

"Miss, I’ve finally found you. Some people have come to the manor looking to buy vegetables, but the Young Master has gone up to the estate and isn’t here. The butler saw that they wanted quite a bit, so he’s asking you to come back," gasped Du Juan as she ran down from the hill, having searched for her mistress in a full circle.

"Alright, let’s go back then." Upon hearing this, Feng Xuxu knew her greenhouse vegetables had certainly caught the attention of the townsfolk. This was a good start.

No sooner had Feng Xuxu entered the hall than someone shouted at her, "What’s wrong with you, girl? It’s so hard to get you to call someone. Hurry up and summon your butler."

Feng Xuxu sneered, her lips curling up slightly: "If I were you, I wouldn’t talk to people like that. When you ask for someone’s help, you should do so with a requesting attitude. Since you’re not willing to wait, nobody’s keeping you here, are they?"

"Hmph, I did not expect a mere servant from a little manor to be so arrogant." Chen Delu didn’t take Feng Xuxu’s words to heart, but the people around him thought otherwise—key being that Feng Xuxu had a maid accompanying her, distinguishable by their clothes. Just as Yang Shuizhong was about to step forward and ask if the visitor was the Miss Feng of the manor, the boorish man spoke again.

"Hey, you girl. You’re quite pretty, delicate and tender. Why don’t you just go with me and become my eighteenth wife, haha, I’ll speak to your Young Master in a bit." Chen Delu, drunk as though he had imbibed too much, staggered over to Feng Xuxu, trying to make advances on her, when a red-robed woman suddenly darted out and kicked Chen Delu to the ground. Baihe then brought a basin of cold water and doused him from head to toe.

Chen Delu sobered up quite a bit after being drenched with the cold water, and realizing what he had said before, felt completely wrecked inside—a perfect example of a drunken fool.

"Miss Feng, I was wrong. I drank too much at noon; just treat what I said as a fart and don’t lower yourself to my level," he said as he came forward, bowing and scraping.

"What you did has nothing to do with me. But if there’s a next time, I’ll stitch your mouth shut with a needle for certain."

"Yes, yes, there won’t be a next time. Once was enough."

"If you have business, then speak up; I am Feng Xuxu."

"Miss Feng, I come from the neighboring town. I heard that you have a variety of vegetables here and am thinking about purchasing some to take back. I wonder if that would be possible?" Liu Shanyu asked cautiously after seeing such ferocity from the young woman earlier.

"Heh, that’s wonderful. I was planning to recruit five vegetable sellers for each town, but since you’ve come to me, there’s no need to look for others. If you’re interested, we can sit down and negotiate."