It Should Have Been Yours

But, the look he gave Feng Wu wasn't friendly at all.

For he thought that Feng Wu was being disrespectful and that she had only written down some random nonsense.

"Quick, give it to your master." Chaoge prompted him.

Although she had no idea what Feng Wu had in mind, Chaoge never questioned Feng Wu's decisions.

Steward Fang frowned.

Of all the potential house buyers he had met, this girl was the only one who treated the test so casually. All the others had been very serious.

At that thought, the steward disliked Feng Wu even more.

Hence, he waved Feng Wu off. "I'll show it to my master later. Go back and wait for further instructions."

Meanwhile, in the Fang manor.

Grand Secretary Fang and Priest Wu sat on their knees facing each other. Both kept their backs ramrod straight and had tranquil looks in their eyes.

Between them was a burlywood tea table.

On the table stood the porcelain Whistling Vase.