The Road to the Throne of White Eyes

Mikoto is worthy of being a Yamato Nadeshiko-style wife. She is not only gentle and virtuous, but also has full life skills.

She moved skillfully in the kitchen, her hands flying, and with a few clanging sounds, delicious dishes were soon ready.

Hinata Feng sat in the living room, closing his eyes to meditate on Baguazhang, while waiting for Mikoto's meal, feeling like a husband waiting for his wife.

Soon Mikoto brought out five or six dishes and placed them neatly one by one, then carefully helped Hinata Fengfeng sit down, looking at him with anticipation and fear.

Hinata Feng picked up a dish with chopsticks and tasted it under Mikoto's complicated gaze.

Hmm, after taking a bite of the dish, Feng pondered for a moment and found it tasted pretty good.

"tasty."

Hinata Feng gave Mikoto an approving look as encouragement, then began to enjoy it.

After taking a few bites, Hinata Feng couldn't help but frown when he saw Mikoto standing by the side.

"Just sit down and eat, why are you standing all the time?"

Mikoto was stunned for a moment after hearing what Hinata Feng said, feeling a little at a loss.

"I, a maid shouldn't be at the table," Mikoto's voice was filled with fear and anxiety.

Mikoto knew that maids in the homes of the nobles and wealthy were not allowed to sit at the table. She had truly immersed herself in the role of a maid, and therefore had never thought of dining with Master Xueying.

"Now I'm letting you sit. Although you are a maid in name, I also treat you as a family member," Hinata Feng's words were filled with a hint of tenderness and concern.

Under the strong influence of the Hinata wind, Mikoto slowly sat down.

Her heart was in turmoil, as if she was going through a storm.

Does he really consider me family?

So what was my identity in his heart? An older sister, a younger sister, or a lover? These thoughts kept swirling in Mikoto's mind, making her feel shy and apprehensive.

Then Mikoto solemnly warned herself in her heart that it was just verbal comfort. As an old woman, what qualifications do you have to think about these things?

Hinata Feng enjoyed the meal very much. The dishes tasted good, and Mikoto's were even better. It was truly a feast for the eyes.

In contrast, Mikoto was at a loss. After finishing her meal in a messy manner, she stood up and cleaned up the dishes neatly.

Then she looked at Hinata Feng who was sitting on the sofa and was confused. What should she do next?

Think about what a normal maid should do, serving the master in washing and bathing, helping him to wipe his body, and even serving him in bed.

The more Mikoto thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She lowered her head as hard as she could, making her plump breasts even more prominent.

Hinata Feng saw Mikoto standing there in a daze, and when she looked up, she felt as if her eyes were blinded.

With a dry cough, Hinata Feng patted the seat beside him and invited Mikoto, "Don't just stand there, come and do it."

Mikoto felt even more dizzy. "Well, I'd better stand and serve you."

"Sit down," Hinata Feng's voice became a little stern, as if he was scolding a disobedient child.

Then his tone softened a little, "Come here, I want to tell you about Sasuke's condition."

"How's Sasuke?"

Hearing her son's name, Mikoto didn't care about being shy anymore and quickly ran to sit next to Hinata Feng, looking at him with expectant and nervous eyes.

The wet little eyes, like a little squirrel waiting to be fed, made Hinata Feng feel very funny.

"It's okay. He was influenced by Itachi's Tsukuyomi and brainwashed by Konoha's propaganda. He believed that Itachi alone slaughtered the entire clan, including you. He was traumatized and hospitalized for a few days. He has now recovered and been discharged and is back to school."

Hinata paused for a moment, admiring Mikoto's sad expression and the momentary, captivating smile on her face, before continuing.

"It's just that most of the Uchiha clan's assets were taken by Sarutobi Hiruzen and his group, so he only has very few assets and ninjutsu scrolls."

Mikoto's heart, which had just been at ease, was now weighed down again. She murmured Sasuke's name with an extremely sad expression.

"But fortunately, they still left a lot of property to Sasuke, so he has no problem living."

"It's just that Sasuke is now completely immersed in hatred, always talking about revenge. He is even colder and more dead than Kakashi."

After several twists and turns and repeated extreme pressures, Mikoto was exhausted and lost in confusion. She sat there limply, crying silently.

Seeing Mikoto's weak and helpless appearance, Hinata Feng took advantage of the opportunity, hugged her soft and boneless body, and slowly stroked Mikoto's back to comfort her.

"It's okay. He has classmates and teachers in Konoha to take care of him. He will recover slowly."

Mikoto didn't react at first, but then she felt Hinata Fuuto's palm sliding back and forth on her back. She almost cried out and couldn't help but want to get up.

Hinata Feng reacted faster than Mikoto and directly took out a stack of photos from the space and handed them to Mikoto.

"This is a picture of Sasuke. I brought it back so you can understand his true condition."

As soon as she said this, Mikoto even forgot about the hand that was playing tricks on her back. She snatched the photos and looked at them carefully one by one.

Looking at Sasuke's cold, silent expression in the photo, Mikoto felt a faint pang of pain in her heart. She had already felt very uncomfortable being targeted by dozens of her clan members in the past few days.

How sad it must be for Sasuke to be alone in Konoha, enduring so many contempts!

My poor child.

"Thank you!"

Thanks to her good upbringing, Mikoto suppressed her inner sorrow and stood up and bowed to express her gratitude.

Of course, she also took the opportunity to escape from Hinata Feng's palm, which was filled with incredible heat.

Feeling the soft touch lingering on his palm, Hinata Feng stood up helplessly and stopped Mikoto who was still bowing.

"No need to be so polite. You are my maid. Taking a few pictures is nothing."

As if sensing some kind of threat from Hinata Feng, Mikoto spoke cautiously, "Master, can I move out? This is Xueying's home, and it's not appropriate for me to live here."

"This is Xueying's home, so what is your name, Xueying?"

Hinata Feng's voice once again carried an astonishing pressure.

"Master," Mikoto answered without hesitation, her voice becoming more and more fluent.

"You call me Master. As a maid, you are not prepared to serve the Master at all times, and you live alone outside. Do I have to come to your house to inform you when I need your service?"

Hinata Feng stepped forward and lifted Mikoto's smooth and round chin, making it impossible for her to lower her head, and asked forcefully.

Mikoto was now even more panicked and had no idea what to do. She had never experienced such a situation before!

"Sorry, I was wrong."

Mikoto could only admit her mistake with great shame, hoping that her attitude would gain forgiveness and help her escape this embarrassing situation.

How could Hinata Feng let go of such an opportunity? He loosened his grip on Mikoto's chin, observed her reaction, and said in a more authoritative voice, "If you're wrong, you should be punished!"

Although the restraining hands had left, Mikoto still didn't dare to lower her head, but just stood there respectfully. Her demeanor was dignified, but her expression was one of panic.

What punishment will I receive?

Mikoto was now panicking, and her mind couldn't help but recall the forbidden books she had secretly read when she was a girl. There were many strange and bizarre punishments in them.

Thinking of this, Mikoto suddenly reacted and shook her head violently, as if to get rid of all the dirt in her brain.