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

"Miss, is there something in the room? Why does it smell so bad?"

Hearing Qingzhi's question, Feng Jiutian's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't offer any explanation.

Qingzhi felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees instantly and shivered.

He thought he had made too many mistakes, which upset the young lady.

Thinking this, Qingzhi moved even faster. After everything was ready, she obediently went out before Feng Jiutian could say anything and closed the door behind her.

Feng Jiutian then emerged from behind the curtain, took off his foul-smelling clothes, and immersed his body in the tub.

After taking a shower!

Feng Jiutian sat in front of the blurry bronze mirror, slightly startled.

The person in the mirror had fair skin and delicate features, a stark contrast to their previous sallow and emaciated appearance!

It seems the pills are still fine.

Feng Jiutian reached out and touched her cheek, her eyes flickering slightly.

The banquet is in two days, so I need to hurry.

For the next two days, Feng Jiutian had Qingzhi write down everything needed for the banquet and send it to the Minnan Xiaozhu, while he himself stayed indoors.

……

In Feng Lingfu's courtyard.

“Miss, that bitch Feng Jiutian hasn’t left the house in a long time. She only sent Qingzhi in to deliver food and the necessary account books. I don’t know what she’s doing inside.”

Qinglan, a maid from a small house in southern Fujian, was kneeling on the ground, reporting Feng Jiutian's recent situation to Feng Lingfu.

Feng Lingfu sat in front of the dressing table, reached out and picked up a jade hairpin inlaid with gold. After listening to Qinglan's report, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Staying indoors? Ha, perhaps he's afraid of losing face. Organizing a banquet isn't something that can be done so easily. I don't believe Feng Jiutian can do it well!"

Qinglan was startled when she saw Feng Lingfu's murderous face. She quickly prostrated herself on the ground and said, "That's right, how can that bitch Feng Jiutian compare to you, Miss?"

If it were anywhere else, Qinglan would never have dared to say such a thing.

But she knew in her heart that Feng Lingfu liked to hear others call Feng Jiutian a slut.

Feng Lingfu glanced sideways at Qinglan kneeling on the ground, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Then, with a casual toss, he threw the jade and gold hairpin in his hand in front of Qinglan.

"Here's a reward for you. Remember to report any issues promptly."

Qinglan quickly reached out and picked up the jade and gold hairpin from the ground, blew off the dust, wiped it with her sleeve, and then carefully put it into her bosom.

"Thank you very much, Second Miss. This servant will certainly do my duty faithfully."

"Alright, you may leave now."

Feng Lingfu waved her hand impatiently, unwilling to see Qinglan's fawning expression.

In her eyes, Qinglan was nothing more than a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

If you give her a little something in return, there's nothing she won't do.

If she's willing to betray Feng Jiutian for her own use now, then she'll definitely betray me in the future.

Feng Lingfu glanced at Qinglan, who was happily walking away, with disgust, then remembered what Qinglan had just reported.

Although Feng Lingfu was certain that Feng Jiutian was not capable of organizing the banquet well, Feng Jiutian's recent behavior gave her a feeling that she was losing control of the situation.

Not having witnessed what Feng Jiutian was doing firsthand, I felt uneasy.

"Miss, are you worried about Feng Jiutian?"

Shui Yi, Feng Lingfu's personal maid, skillfully tied up her hair while looking at Feng Lingfu in the bronze mirror and asked a question.

Feng Lingfu lifted a tuft of hair from her shoulder, snorted coldly, and said, "Nothing to fear. Just wait and see her make a good show."