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But the crown prince only gave Lord Mu a cold look.

Feng intervened in time. "His Royal Highness is very particular with personal hygiene and doesn't like human contact. Lord Mu, I hope you're not offended."

Personal hygiene? No human contact?

But what about Feng Wu? She was holding his arm…

Feng Sang snorted. "What about Feng Wu? Why can she do it?"

Feng answered in a solemn tone, "His Royal Highness considers Miss Feng as one of our own."

The crowd was speechless.

That successfully rendered Feng Sang speechless. Seeing Qiuling and Chaoge in the distance, she snorted. "I don't see why she's so proud. She might consider herself a genius, but she's even weaker than her friend and her maid!"

Feng Sang didn't try to keep her voice down because she wanted everyone to hear her.

"That's right. A Level 7 Spiritual Elder isn't bad, but she still isn't as good as Qiuling."