The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

When Feige woke up, she saw His Highness the Crown Prince standing at the door, carrying food.

Feige stretched, walked over, looked at him, and greeted him with a smile, "Your Highness, when did you arrive? Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just arrived."

"Little Si, you've suffered so much,"

“Master, he’s been here for a while,” Wu Tang explained.

"There's nothing wrong with this place, but Your Highness, what brings you here?"

"Little Si, I brought you some food and wine. Are you hungry? Eat up!"

"Yes, thank you, Your Highness."

Feige took the food box. The man looked at her meaningfully, then smiled and said...

"Little Si, eat up!"

"it is good"

Feige lifted the food box to the ground, opened it, and saw roast chicken, twice-cooked pork, and a plate of peanuts.

Feige poured a glass of wine.

"Master, the wine is poisoned!"

Feige laughed, "The original owner of this body was foolish; what feelings could she possibly have?"

"Innocent"

Feige picked up his wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

The man outside the door saw Fei Ge drink and smiled, "Xiao Si, take your time eating, I'm leaving."

"Alright, Your Highness, take care."

The man left, and Feige spat out the wine. She then rinsed her mouth with a few sips of the spiritual spring water.

"Pah, the original owner was really stupid," Fei Ge was speechless.

"Exactly, what genuine affection can a royal family have?"

"Master, these vegetables are not poisonous."

Okay, eat up.

Wu Tang tore off two chicken drumsticks, and he gave one to Fei Ge.

The two of them, one big and one small, were very satisfied as they ate the fragrant chicken leg.

Soon, the roast chicken was gone.

"My lord, this old emperor is so paranoid; it's really unfair of him."

"It doesn't matter who gets to that position."

The wine wasn't drunk; Fei Ge put it into her spatial storage.

"Let's go, let's go on a massive raid!"

"Yes, Master."

Wu Tang returned to her spatial dimension, while Fei Ge arrived at the palace.

"Wu Tang, let's go to the warehouse."

"Alright, Master, over here."

Soon, they arrived at the storeroom, which was filled to the brim with gold, silver, and jewels, as well as valuable jade and murals.

"I never imagined that the old emperor was so rich."

"Master, there's no need to be so polite."

Feige took them all.

Feige only took the storeroom, then returned to the death row.

Not long after I returned to death row, several eunuchs arrived.

"Master, quickly play dead!"

Feige quickly knocked over the plates, then lay down on the ground.

Several eunuchs came in and checked Feige's breath.

"Yes, dead."

"Go, tell His Majesty."

Soon, the eunuchs left.

"My lord, this crown prince is in league with the old emperor."

"Yeah, whatever."

Those people left, and Feige arrived at the East Palace. At that moment, His Highness the Crown Prince also learned of Feige's death; his face showed both sorrow and joy.

"Wu Tang, let's go to the warehouse."

"okay"

Upon arriving at the storeroom, although it didn't have as many items as the palace, it still had quite a few, and Feige collected them all.

"Walk"

Feige came up behind the man.

"Little Fourth, I'm sorry, I had no choice, Father forced me to."

"Ugh, how disgusting."

Feige disappeared instantly.

As soon as Feige returned to the death row, several guards arrived. Feige immediately lay down and pretended to be dead.

They lifted Feige up and, half an hour later, arrived at the outskirts of the city, where they dumped him in a mass grave.

Those people left, and Feige stood up.

"Couldn't you be a little gentler? It hurts so much!"

"Master, let me give you a good night's sleep."

"No need, Wu Tang, have we completed our mission?"

"Um"

"Then let's go"

"Master, you have 640 stamina points."

"Fine, I've crawled out of the grave several times already. If you dare do that again, I'll shave all your hair off."

"Understood, Master."