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

"Take a look at those two, who are they?"

Qin Yuehan seemed unable to believe his eyes, and closed his folding fan, pointing in the direction of Feng Jiutian and Mo Shaoxie.

A flash of anger crossed Feng Jiutian's face, and a hint of coldness gathered in her watery eyes.

He narrowed his eyes, preparing to stand up and teach them a lesson, but found that Mo Shaoxie still hadn't let go.

"you……"

"Don't go," Mo Shaoxie said in a low, trembling voice, with a hint of fear. "They'll bully you."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiutian was taken aback.

To her, it sounded as if Mo Shaoxie was often bullied.

"Oh my, isn't that our esteemed Seventh Prince?"

"Hey, move aside, let me see! Oh, it really is!"

The Seventh Prince?

Feng Jiutian's lips twitched slightly, and her gaze toward Mo Shaoxie held a hint of doubt.

"You are...the Seventh Prince?"

A trace of sadness flashed across Mo Shaoxie's brows, but it vanished in an instant.

"Yes, so what?"

Mo Shaoxie did not deny it, and reached out to take the black cloth to cover half of his face again.

"Hey, Your Highness the Seventh Prince, over here, look over here!"

"What seventh prince? He's just a useless king, what's so great about him?"

Feng Jiutian looked at Mo Shaoxie, who seemed to have long been accustomed to such things, his expression indifferent, as if nothing could affect him, and he just stared quietly at the ground.

Feng Jiutian stood up. Knowing that Mo Shaoxie didn't want to see these people, she went over and moved the wheelchair out. Then she half-squatted on the ground, preparing to help Mo Shaoxie into the wheelchair.

"Wow, look! The eldest daughter of the Feng family is actually working as a servant for our Seventh Prince!"

Feng Jiutian turned to look in Qin Yuehan's direction, only to see Qin Yuehan leisurely fanning himself with a folding fan, his expression full of interest.

Behind him, five or six young masters from wealthy families were talking all at once.

Without even listening, Feng Jiutian could guess that they were discussing her and Mo Shaoxie.

Fortunately, she had a decent impression of Qin Yuehan when she saw him in Feng Xiangyu's study.

Seeing this today, I realize that these young noblemen must have come with me. And this place is so remote, they would not have come here if they hadn't deliberately wanted to pass through.

It seems that Qin Yuehan deliberately wanted to see her make a fool of herself!

Seemingly noticing Feng Jiutian's gaze, Qin Yuehan stopped shaking his folding fan, looked back at Feng Jiutian, and revealed an innocent smile.

Feng Jiutian felt a surge of energy brewing in his heart.

"I wonder if Miss Feng saw the scar on Mo Shaoxie's face. It's truly terrifying!"

"Didn't they say that this ugly freak never attends banquets and only hides in his dilapidated palace? How come we see him at the Feng family's banquet today?"

Listening to the words of those noble young men, Feng Jiutian gained a fairly good understanding of Mo Shaoxie.

That explains why she has no memory of Mo Shaoxie.

It turns out that he had always stayed in the palace and rarely appeared in front of outsiders.

However, for a prince to have fallen to this state is truly quite 'difficult' for him!

However, seeing him like this reminded her of the fate of the original owner of this body!

Thinking this, Feng Jiutian suddenly felt a strange pang of heartache, but it was fleeting!

"Have you said enough?"

Feng Jiutian crossed his arms, facing Qin Yuehan, and sneered as he coldly stared at the noble young men.