Chapter 1127 - 325: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (8)_6
Feng Zhaoyang went on, "You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in us. No matter what happens next, you must stick to yourself, stick to your dream. Once your dream comes true, that’s the great perfection of life, something countless Courtesans can only envy!"
Of course Li Ruolan agreed. No one wanted to become the palace Courtesan more than she did, okay? That overwhelming sense of satisfaction that comes with that status was something no amount of gold or silver could buy!
She was going to become the queen of this State Capital.
Hahahahaha.
Arrogant thoughts raging in her heart, her mouth stayed very gentle: "Alright, I’ll definitely stick to being myself. This time I really have to thank the two of you!!"
"You’re welcome!"
Wang Haoran and Feng Zhaoyang stood up together. That tiny bit was all they had to say, and now that they’d finished, there was no need for them to stay here any longer.
"My lords, shall we go together?" Li Ruolan tried to keep them, "I really can do it."
The two men: "..."
...
Downstairs, Yuchi saw Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran appear.
The two of them were really selling their acting at this point.
From an outsider’s point of view, Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran had just come out of Li Ruolan’s room. The little ladies had been expecting to see calm in their eyes, but clearly they’d guessed wrong.
In their eyes, these two bros basically shared the same miserable past. Usually they were the ones swallowing grievances, and now they’d finally gotten the right to stand up for a woman; of course they were going to cling to it for dear life.
"This is about their dignity and their whole lives!"
The little ladies sighed inwardly like that.
Yuchi didn’t buy it at all. Even if he’d just arrived in the State Capital and didn’t know anything about the place, he still didn’t believe two men would both go this far for a single woman. How was that possible? Had these two never seen other women? Was this Courtesan supposed to be invincible or something?
Take the Celestial Craft Workshop first—there was Bu Huoran in there, right? And then the Legend Sect, there was that woman in there, right? They were all top-tier existences. You telling him they were all getting directly puppet-stringed by one Courtesan?
That was way too far-fetched.
Then the little ladies left, and Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran walked up to Yuchi. As usual, Feng Zhaoyang wrapped their conversation in a sound-blocking barrier.
"Fellow Daoist Zong, we’ve kept you waiting," Feng Zhaoyang and Wang Haoran said in unison.
"It’s fine. Sitting here I finally managed to catch my breath. You two were talking just fine at first, and then it was like you were about to start a fight. You nearly scared this little nobody to death." Yuchi was doing his best "scared baby" act, selling the cute routine for all it was worth. To be fair, his acting was actually pretty spot-on.
The slightly ragged breathing, the hint of weariness in his gaze, and the unease hidden in those dead-fish eyes—every bit of it perfectly encapsulated the innocence of a small-time Sect Leader.
Did Wang Haoran and Feng Zhaoyang buy it? They did, but not completely. They had no idea how far Yuchi had gotten in piecing things together, but there was no way he had already seen right through what they were doing!
After all, Yuchi had just arrived in the State Capital. He was someone who’d barged in halfway through. How could he possibly figure out their scheme in mere seconds? That was just impossible.
So maybe Yuchi wasn’t actually scared right now and was just putting on a show, but there was no way he knew their plan.
Absolutely impossible.