In the bustling small Blooming courtyard kitchen, the three servants, Si, San, and Erlang, worked diligently to clean up the aftermath of the al. They moved swiftly, trying to complete the task as quickly as possible to spare their young mistress, Xu Feng, from doing too much cleaning himself.
Together with his three loyal servants—Erlang had stayed behind at Xu Feng’s request—they tackled the cleanup with determination. Xu Feng, while not an expert in cleaning, was clearly more capable than a pampered young master!
Staying true to his earlier words, Xu Feng had Erlang fetch a wheelbarrow to transport any items they retrieved from the kitchen. He then gathered the two bundled up smaller girls and made their way from Blooming courtyard to the main Nanshan estate kitchen.
By this ti, it was well past lunch, with mid-afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows.
Their group had spent several hours chatting, and Xu Feng felt like he had gotten to know both Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang better. Although it was still early in their relationship, he entertained the thought of remaining friends with both n even after the divorce.
The idea of having a child still seed distant, but if he was as fertile as the deep red mole on his forehead implied, he might have a child within the next three years. Maybe sooner.
If they all maintained a close relationship, maybe they could co-parent together.
As Xu Feng walked, he wore a silly, distant expression on his face. His dimples showed, and his silver hair, tied in a bun, swayed from side to side. Even in a trance, the tall ger appeared remarkably handso.
He was glowing with an inner light.
The pathway leading to the main kitchen was busy with various temporary Xuan servants and workers from the main estate going about their tasks.
Xu Feng led his small entourage confidently, making it clear that he was the young mistress and not a simple country bumpkin ger. He knew he needed to assert his authority at all tis when in the public eye.
When they reached the entrance to the main kitchen, Xu Feng took a breath and straightened out his posture.
Putting on the mask of the young mistress back in place, he was a cold, and domineering authority figure. He was a bad bitch; he projected the air of cold and dominance, a mistress that couldn’t be trifled with.
"Lifen! Lan!" Xu Feng called out in a dignified tone that brooked no question. He was ready to take charge of the situation.
In the expansive main kitchen of the Nanshan estate, two familiar faces, Lifen and Lan, the seasoned aunties of the estate were occupied in lively conversation with so of the new arrivals.
These newcors were servants from the main house who had accompanied the Xuan family’s entourage. The kitchen was alive with chatter, filled to the brim with more people than it had seen in quite so ti.
Even a few individuals who had played silent roles in the morning’s drama could be spotted among the bustling crowd.
The atmosphere inside the old-styled kitchen was one of organized chaos. It bore the residues from the recent large-scale wedding feast and the sumptuous lunch for the main Xuan family.
The aftermath of such large events with heavy cooking left the kitchen in disarray, with remnants of raw at from the wedding feast.
It was evident that there was an abundance of leftover at after the recent slaughters, and Xu Feng’s courtyard was destined to enjoy a aty dinner that evening no matter what anyone else’s feelings were.
As Xu Feng stood there waiting for a response, he noticed that all the won in the kitchen beca eerily silent, casting shadowed glances in his direction as if anticipating his submission.
The situation was growing increasingly infuriating, and he could feel the veins on his forehead bulging with anger. These won were pushing the boundaries of his patience, and they had clearly gained confidence with the presence of the Xuan main family servants.
In contrast, when the two aunties, Lifen and Lan, only had Steward Wu to back them, they had been ek and submissive.
Even Si, the usually unobservant servant, could sense the disdain emanating from these won. If she had been here solely for food, she might have retreated, but her loyalty to her young mistress kept her firmly in her place.
Si straightened her back and placed her hands on her waist with an air of determination.
San, equally determined, stood her ground with firm strength. Even Erlang, typically a calm and composed giant, straightened his large fra without any attempt to conceal his imnse strength.
This was their young mistress’s ho, and they would not allow him to be disrespected so blatantly.
"Did you not hear ?" Xu Feng’s anger was palpable this ti, and his aura grew so overwhelming that the people in the kitchen felt their legs weaken. The ancient bloodline that coursed through him was not to be underestimated.
"In my own ho, so lowly servants dare to disrespect ?" Xu Feng’s voice carried a tone of disdain and disbelief.
One of the Xuan servants, realizing that this was not the ti to challenge the new young mistress, forcefully pushed Lifen, who happened to be nearest to her, toward the front. Another quick-thinking servant followed suit and pushed Lan forward as well.
"KNEEL!" Xu Feng roared, his anger reaching a boiling point.
What began as an act was now a reflection of his true frustration. These mortals dared to challenge him within his own domain. This was his territory, and he intended to assert his dominance.
Lifen and Lan promptly dropped to their knees, trembling in fear, while Xu Feng surveyed the remaining servants.
The room was filled with visible fear, so servants even involuntarily releasing nervous odors. Xu Feng wanted them all gone, a fierce voice in his head assuring him that it would be so.
His gaze was icy as it bore into the trembling mortals, and the resounding command that followed carried a sense of quiet authority.
"I. SAID. KNEEL."
In an instant, the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the kitchen, and the only figure left standing was Xu Feng himself.
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