Breaking His Bottleneck

After Wang Xiuying left, Meixiu began cooking dinner while Meifeng looked over some documents for their newly created company.

"Young Master, you'll need a disguise for your new alias," Meifeng said to him, unaware that they already have something planned.

"Yes, I know. I will be wearing a mask when I play on the stage," he said.

"A mask, huh? That's not a bad idea." Meifeng agreed.

Sometime later, after dinner, Yuan went to take a shower. Now that he can clean himself, he plans on doing so every single day.

Once it was time for sleep, Meifeng and Yuan retired to their room while Meixiu returned to her own room.

"Miss Meifeng, I have a question..." Yuan suddenly asked her as they laid in the same bed.

"What is it?"

"Do you know where I can obtain a sword?"

"A-A sword? Like a real sword? Why do you want one?"

"Self-defense, I guess…"

"Self-defense?" Meifeng looked at him with raised eyebrows.