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Editor: Henyee Translations
Even Feng Yanfeng had to greet the chief steward with a bow.
The chief steward was a fair, chubby elderly man with a Buddha-like smile, which made him seem very approachable.
He smiled at Feng Yanfeng and said, "Master Feng, you're too polite. Now, I have an imperial edict for Miss Feng Wu. Please bring her out here to hear it."
Feng Yanfeng paled when he heard this.
Because of Feng Wu, he lost his job yesterday. He felt he had nothing left now.
That just showed how much His Majesty didn't like Feng Wu!
And now, there was an imperial edict, and it was directed at Feng Wu alone. It didn't take a genius to figure out how terrifying the imperial edict would be.
It couldn't possibly be anything good.
At that thought, Feng Yanfeng finally summoned up his courage and smiled bitterly. "Sir, you've come a little too late. I'm terribly sorry…"
"Really?" The chief steward raised his eyebrows.