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

"Shut up! I don't need your babbling, you servant!" the Seventh Prince roared angrily, struggling to get up again, but with a "thud," he fell to the ground once more.

"I think you're going to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit!" Ugly Granny was a little angry. She quickly stepped forward and kicked the wheelchair over.

A loud bang was heard, followed by a muffled groan of pain from the seventh prince.

The wheelchair bumped into the seventh prince, forcefully shifting his body a considerable distance, demonstrating the immense strength of the ugly old woman's foot.

Even after seeing the Seventh Prince get hit, she snorted coldly and watched from the sidelines, as if she was forcing him to compromise.

They were even worse than the worst slaves.

Upon seeing the scene in the room, Feng Jiutian's starry eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of suppressed killing intent flashed across them.

Well, she admitted that, despite only having met the frail and delicate seventh prince once, she always felt a strange sense of pity for him.

Seeing him being bullied half to death by this wicked servant, a fire ignited in his heart.

Forget it, let's just assume she's having a fit of madness, or that her sense of justice is just popping up occasionally...

Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian kicked open the door.

"Oh!"

The sudden noise startled the old woman.

He was immediately taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! You are...!"

"Slap!" The ugly old woman was about to shout when, in a flash, she was slapped hard across the face, and blood seeped from her lips.

"You seemed pretty smug just now, and it made me itchy to do the same. Come on, let me give you a proper welcome."

Then came a fierce barrage of punches and kicks, a truly spectacular scene.

When Feng Jiutian stopped, the ugly old woman was already lying on the ground, covered in blood and barely alive, weakly begging for mercy: "Stop hitting me, spare my life..."

"Fine, I won't kill anyone today. But since you seem to enjoy calling someone a cripple, I'll let you experience what it's like to be a cripple too."

No sooner had he spoken than a "crack!" sound, like bones breaking, could be heard from inside the room.

"Ah..." A scream rang out, but it was mostly drowned out by the thunder and rain outside.

Ugly Granny's legs were crippled, and the excruciating pain caused her to scream before her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Feng Jiutian clapped his hands in relief, but glanced coldly at the ugly old woman on the ground, and snorted inwardly.

If a wicked servant isn't disciplined, he'll really forget what his master is called.

However, has she forgotten the important reason she came to the palace?

Thinking of this, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but turn around and glance at the man on the ground behind him.

The seventh prince was blinking his shocked eyes, staring at her blankly, looking as silly as could be!

How could a man, especially a prince, live such a miserable life?

Feng Jiutian genuinely felt exhausted and inexplicably angry for him!

What the world may not know is that seeing such a 'pathetic' scene actually touched a woman's deepest, unwanted memories.

That is perhaps why she repeatedly felt 'reluctant' to be with him.

"It's you?" The Seventh Prince recognized her; she had left a deep impression on him at the banquet that day.

"Hmm!" Feng Jiutian responded with a composed "hmm" upon hearing his words.

"How did you get into the palace?" The Seventh Prince's eyes showed a mixture of embarrassment and a strange sense of relief.

Seeing the reassurance in his eyes made Feng Jiutian slightly taken aback.

"What are you doing in the palace?" The seventh prince continued to ask when she remained silent.

"kill you."

Feng Jiu blurted it out unconsciously.

After she finished speaking, she paused slightly, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him coldly.

She came to the palace to kill him; I almost forgot!

The Seventh Prince was taken aback for a few seconds, then gave a bitter laugh and closed his eyes: "Since that's the case, then kill me. Anyway, what difference does it make whether I'm alive or dead?"

That look of wanting to die was really an eyesore.

What a spineless man!

"you…"

Feng Jiutian frowned deeply as she looked at the ugly-faced Seventh Prince. She felt that this man was so pathetic that it was frustrating, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She knew that with just a dagger, she could send him to meet the King of Hell, and she could also repay the promise made to that effeminate masked man.

But why can't I bring myself to do it?

Was it because I was too soft-hearted?

Having personally killed numerous enemies in her past life, she could even be described as cold-blooded and ruthless. Yet today, facing a man who couldn't even kill a chicken, she felt a touch of 'compassion'?

Damn it, this kind of compassion will probably bring about my own demise sooner or later.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Feng Jiutian's hand, and he raised his hand...

But when she saw the man's scorched face and his resolute expression as he faced death, she couldn't bring herself to lower her raised hand.

Hey!

A few seconds later!

Feng Jiutian gritted his teeth and casually shoved the dagger in his hand into a nearby table, the blade penetrating halfway into the surface.

"Fine, I guess I just overeaten and messed up my brain. I won't kill you this time." Feng Jiutian's expression was uncertain before he finally made up his mind.

Yeah, let's just assume she's not thinking straight.

She really didn't know why, but it seemed that whenever she encountered this so-called seventh prince, her rare moments of reluctance would always surface. It was really too strange.

If it weren't for the timing, she really wanted to ask Xuanji Zi if she had lost her mind.

"Why didn't you kill me?" The Seventh Prince opened his eyes and looked at her with some surprise.

"What do you mean 'why'? Fine, I won't kill you then. Do you really want me to cut your neck before you're satisfied?"

Feng Jiutian was in a bad mood. She glanced at him irritably and ignored him, who was still lying on the ground in a sorry state. She walked directly to a chair and sat down.

"No, it's just that I... I just can't understand it," the Seventh Prince said weakly.

Upon hearing his voice, Feng Jiutian felt a fire ignite in her heart.

"I'm telling you, as a prince, can't you at least have the aura a prince should have? You act so cowardly, as if you were born weak. No wonder those wicked servants dare to ride roughshod over you. You're practically branding yourself with the word 'trash' on your forehead."

Feng Jiutian's tone was really unpleasant.

The seventh prince fell silent.

His silence infuriated Feng Jiutian; "I think you're not physically crippled, but mentally crippled. I can't be bothered with you!"

After saying that, he stood up, pulled out the dagger stuck in the table, and prepared to leave.

She felt so disgusted by this man that she wanted to kill him!

"Wait," the silent seventh prince suddenly called out.

Feng Jiutian frowned, turned around, gave him a cold glance, and waited for him to continue.