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

"Where did this little slut come from? Get out of here! How dare someone of your status enter our Prime Minister's residence? Get out, get out!"

The guard looked disdainful, his hand on his sword, and threateningly shooed Feng Jiutian away, as if she were some filthy beggar.

Feng Jiutian glanced sideways and noticed that her clothes were indeed somewhat tattered.

However, the original owner was the eldest daughter of the Feng family, yet the guards at the gate did not recognize her.

Or was it at someone's behest?

"Step aside!"

Feng Jiutian's cold eyes flickered slightly, and he said indifferently.

"Hmph, who do you think you are?" A glint flashed in the guard's eyes, but he still sneered.

Feng Jiutian glanced at him coldly; "Do you really not know who I am? Or are you doing it on purpose?"

"What do you mean by intentional or not? You shameless bastard, do you only leave when I hit you?"

"Get out of here, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Another guard also looked Feng Jiutian up and down with a sneer. He was sallow-faced, thin, and ugly. He couldn't help but shout out.

A spineless scoundrel?

You're welcome?

very good!

Feng Jiutian touched the hairpin in her hand, staring at the guard with a half-smile, and said coldly.

"I'm quite curious about what your 'you're welcome' means!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers twitched slightly, and a hairpin shot out from the air.

Before the guard could speak, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, and his body was pulled backward by a force, his wrist pinned to the door by a hairpin.

penetrating!

"How dare you cause trouble in front of the Prime Minister's residence!"

The other guard's expression changed.

Clearly, he hadn't expected Feng Jiutian to make a move, and to be so ruthless. He drew the knife from his waist and roared angrily.

Feng Jiutian stepped forward slowly and pulled the hairpin off the guard's wrist.

"Ah!" The guard screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground.

Feng Jiutian tested the blood on the hairpin, inserted it into her hair, and then slowly looked at the guard.

The guard, clutching his wrist, retreated repeatedly, a hint of uncontrollable fear creeping into his eyes as he looked at Feng Jiutian.

It was an eerie feeling that defied description.

It was as if this frail girl in front of them was a demon crawling out of hell.

Feng Jiutian's lips curled up slightly, forming an unfathomable arc.

"Go and call your second 'Miss' out."

He deliberately emphasized the word "Miss".

The guard's eyes were filled with fear. Ignoring the blood flowing from his wrist, he shakily got up and, as if regaining his strength, quickly ran towards the mansion.

The other guard also instinctively took a step back.

"Second Miss, something terrible has happened! That good-for-nothing Feng Jiutian is back..." The guard's alarmed shout could be faintly heard...

waste?

Feng Jiutian frowned, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

However, his face remained calm and expressionless.

"Come here!" Feng Jiutian raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at the guard who was pointing his sword at him.

What did you do in the past?

The guard remained vigilant and unmoved.

Feng Jiutian coldly curled her lips, and with a swift movement, the guard felt a numbness in his calf and knelt down with a 'thump'.

At that very moment, a heavy force landed on his back.

This person was used as a 'stool'!

That's an insult.

The guard's face flushed red with anger, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

But just as he was about to move, a cold, sharp threat was pressed against his neck, and a chilling, mocking voice rang out.