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"Feng Wu, you're delusional! A bed-warming maid is as far as you can go. His Royal Highness's future wife? You're nothing compared with Zuo Qingluan!"

Feng Wu rolled her eyes. "I never wanted to marry him, okay?"

"Heh —"

No other girl in the room would believe her.

In fact, no one in the empire would.

"Feng Wu, do you know what level Zuo Qingluan is at now? I received the information just before I entered this place." Dugu Yamo stared at Feng Wu with a ferocious look in her eyes. "She's reached the peak of the Spiritual Lord stage!"

Feng Liu's eyes widened. "A peak Spiritual Lord? Then she's as capable as Master Jue!"

Dugu Yamo smirked. "I'm afraid she's even better than Master Jue."

Feng Liu said, "Well, Feng Wu is even further below Miss Zuo, then."

Dugu Yamo gave Feng Wu a contemptuous glance. "She's not just far below Qingluan. She's not even worthy enough to clean Qingluan's shoes!"