A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

Feng Jiutian stopped smiling, approached the guard with a blank expression, and exuded a dangerous aura: "Is that so?"

Before the guard could answer, Feng Jiutian struck at his face with a palm. As the guard raised his hand to defend, she suddenly withdrew her attack and chopped at his wrist with a hand chop, taking the sword away.

She moved gracefully back to her original spot, her back to the guard, and the sword, carrying a chilling edge, struck the guard squarely in the heart!

The guard's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the sword, now only the hilt visible, embedded in his chest. He coughed heavily twice, vomiting blood, before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

The series of movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

At that moment, a gasp of shock rippled through the surroundings, followed by complete silence.

Murder? Murder?

The maid and the guards beside her were both dumbfounded.

The look in their eyes as they gazed at Hua Ziyao was one of disbelief and horror…

Feng Jiutian twisted his wrist and stared indifferently at the corpse on the ground.

This body is still too weak; it seems I need to train harder.

The wound on her back seemed to have reopened, but her current situation made it inconvenient for her to treat it. Feng Jiutian frowned slightly, her cold eyes shifting as she looked at Feng Lingfu.

"Step aside."

The chilling tone sent a shiver down Feng Lingfu's spine.

Feng Jiutian, how did she become so terrifying? Wasn't she timid by nature? When did she become so calm after killing someone?

Feng Lingfu's mind was in complete disarray, and it took her a long time to figure out what was going on.

Feng Jiutian, however, had no such patience. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he walked past her and directly into the Feng residence.

It took quite a while.

Feng Lingfu suddenly came to her senses, looking at the guard's corpse on the ground, she felt a chill, but even more so a sinister feeling followed.

Looking in the direction Feng Jiutian went, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Feng Jiutian, you just wait!

……

A secluded courtyard in the backyard of the west wing of the Prime Minister's residence.

This is the courtyard where 'she' lived before she got married. It's not a nice place at all; in fact, it's a rather shabby little courtyard that has been in disrepair for years.

However, Feng Jiutian didn't care. He returned to the 'familiar' room and took off his clothes.

Sure enough, blood seeped from the wound, so I took out the medicine powder and reapplied it.

Calculating the time, Aunt Qian should be arriving soon, so she straightened her clothes and lay down on the couch to wait.

"Feng Jiutian, you piece of trash, get out here and face me!"

Feng Jiutian narrowed her eyes slightly but did not get up.

Seeing that there was no sound from inside for a long time, the person outside kicked the door open and prepared to come in.

"call out!"

A hairpin grazed Feng Lingfu's forehead and stuck into the door, sinking halfway in, demonstrating the immense force it had.

"If you trespass again, I'll stab your head."

Feng Jiutian's sharp gaze swept over Feng Lingfu, gleaming with a cold light.

Feng Lingfu raised her hand somewhat blankly and touched the small bloodstain on her forehead, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

His face was somewhat pale, but this was followed by anger and embarrassment. He stomped his foot, turned around, and left.

"Mother, look! That bitch Feng Jiutian poked me with a hairpin! If I hadn't dodged it, I would have been disfigured!"

Qian Wanyi glanced quickly at the bloodstain on Feng Lingfu's forehead, a sinister glint flashing across her face.

However, in the blink of an eye, a kind smile appeared on her dignified and gentle face. "She is your sister. How could you be so rude as to barge in like that? She has every right to reprimand you."