The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

In the new house, Feige lifted her veil. The room was filled with festive cheer, but she was unhappy.

After taking off her wedding dress and getting out of bed, Feige went to eat the pastries on the table.

"Master, it's poisoned!"

Wu Tang quickly reminded them.

"Damn, are they trying to poison the original owner or that man too?" Fei Ge rolled her eyes.

She was hungry, but since she couldn't eat what was on the table, she decided to go out to eat.

Once outside, it was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and there wasn't a trace of joy in it.

"Wu Tang, lead the way to the kitchen."

"Yes, Master,"

When they got to the kitchen, there was everything available, and Feige didn't stand on ceremony, picking up food and eating it right away.

"Master, I want to eat too!"

"Come out now."

Wu Tang emerged from the space, one large and one small, each carrying a chicken leg and a pork knuckle, and ate with great relish.

Feige ate two large pork knuckles and was full.

Wu Tang ate a chicken leg and a large pork knuckle.

The two of them rubbed their round bellies.

"Master, their stuff is pretty good."

"Um"

Feige lifted the pot lid and put away the remaining pork knuckle and chicken legs. There were also some other dishes in the kitchen, which she also put away.

"Master, someone's here."

Feige quickly disappeared.

A few mischievous girls went into the kitchen, then froze—there was nothing there.

"what happened"

"A thief has broken into the Prince's mansion!"

The ground was covered with bones.

"Quickly, go and inform the guards!" one of the maids said hastily, and the maid ran off. Soon, several guards arrived.

"My lord, look," Ya Huai said, pointing to the kitchen.

The guard looked at it and was speechless.

"Where's the cook? Tell them to prepare something new. I'll take some people to look for her."

Then, the guards left with their men.

Feige returned to her room, ate her fill, felt sleepy, climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep.

In the prince's study, the man sat there, looking completely bewildered.

"Go down"

The guards found Fei Ge, and when the man learned of this, he smiled.

I never expected this princess to be so interesting. It's just a pity that we should leave it at that until we find out more about her background.

After a while, the man walked to the window.

Don't let me down.

……

Feige slept soundly until dawn. As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in, Feige opened her eyes.

"It's another beautiful day."

Feige kicked the blanket off with one foot and sat up. "Wutang, come on, tell me, what's going on?"

"Master, you've arrived."

Wu Tang emerged from the space and sat opposite Fei Ge.

"My lord, you are now a princess."

"It's the princess again."

"Um"

"Master, the man we're marrying is called Lu Ziyan, the Sixth Prince. The original owner's marriage to him was arranged by the Emperor. However, the original owner's father supports the Crown Prince, and the Sixth Prince and the Crown Prince are mortal enemies. Yesterday was the first day of their marriage, and the Sixth Prince left the original owner alone in the room, ignoring everything. The pastries and wine on the table were also prepared by someone else, all for the purpose of killing the original owner."

"That's ruthless. What was the original owner's identity?"

"The third young lady of the Prime Minister's residence, but she doesn't like the Sixth Prince; she likes the Crown Prince."

"Wow, how did the original owner die?"

"After entering the bridal chamber, he bit off his tongue and committed suicide."

What is her wish?

"Whatever. She doesn't like this marriage anyway. The imperial decree has been issued, so she can't do anything about it. But she doesn't want it to be like this. She wants to be free and live her own life. That crown prince clearly knows that she likes her, but he's still stringing her along. She doesn't want to like him anymore. She wants to live a different life."

"Alright, that's easy."

"Master, even the Sixth Prince didn't know the original owner was dead. He just left her in the bridal chamber and never cared about her again, nor did he have any dealings with the guards afterward."

"I understand, let them fend for themselves then," Fei Ge said speechlessly.

"Master, what do you intend to do?"

"who I am"

"The Great Demon King"

"Yeah, let's stir things up. Anyway, he doesn't care about me, so it doesn't matter. Get up, let's eat. By the way, did the original owner have a dowry when she came in?"

"no"

"The wind was too strong, I didn't hear you, say it again,"

"No, the original owner wasn't popular at home."

"Alright, get up, let's go outside to eat. Since that jerk doesn't like the original owner, let's not stay here. We'll go eat on the street, and then go to the bride's house to get the dowry."

"Yes, Master."

Wu Tang was originally going to enter the space,

"Wu Tang, no need to go into the spatial dimension. Nobody cares anyway, let's just go out like this."

"Yes, Master."

The sun was shining brightly outside as they stepped out of the palace, hand in hand.

No sooner had Feige and the others left than someone went to report to that scoundrel.

Once on the street, the cries of vendors filled the air.

"Wu Tang, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Master, there's soy milk and fried dough sticks over there."

"Walk"

The two sat down,

"Boss, two bowls of soy milk and five fried dough sticks, please!" Feige shouted.

Soon, the soy milk and fried dough sticks were served.

Wu Tang took a fried dough stick, took a bite, and exclaimed, "Wow, Master, this is delicious! It's so crispy!"

Wu Tang took another sip of soy milk. "Wow, Master, this soy milk is so pure!"

Feige ate fried dough sticks and drank soy milk.

“Yeah, delicious”

Feige drank two bowls of soy milk and ate two fried dough sticks and was full.

Wu Tang ate a fried dough stick and drank a bowl of soy milk.

Feige put the rest into her spatial storage.

After they finished eating, the two held hands and went to the Prime Minister's residence. Upon reaching the gate...

“Master, you were just married yesterday, it’s not appropriate for you to come today,” Wu Tang reminded her.

"Okay, we'll do it quietly."

So the two of them quietly entered the Prime Minister's residence.

It was quiet inside.

"Wu Tang, go directly to the warehouse."

Soon, Feige arrived at the warehouse.

“Master, this Prime Minister’s mansion is rich!” Wu Tang lay directly on top of the gold and silver jewelry.

Feige picked up a jade pendant and waved it in front of Wutang. "This is nice. Here, take it and put it on."

Wu Tang put on the jade pendant and became incredibly vain.

"Master, is it beautiful?"

"Hmm, it's alright."

Feige put everything else into her spatial storage.

"Wu Tang, let's go to the original owner's courtyard."

"Yes, Master."

Upon arriving at the original owner's courtyard, it was very clean and simple.

Upon entering the room, I found it simply decorated, with only a dressing table and a box.

Feige walked over, opened the box, and inside were several pieces of outdated jewelry.

"Wu Tang, was the original owner born to a concubine?"

"Master, no, it's just that when she was born, the Prime Minister's wife suffered a serious injury, and then she didn't like her."

"Speechless. Another weirdo."

Feige put the box away, walked around the room for a moment, and then went outside.

When they reached the door, they set it on fire.

"Master, why did you burn it?" Wu Tang asked in confusion.

"What's the point of keeping them alive if they're all gone?" Fei Ge explained.

"That's right," Wu Tang understood.

The fire quickly engulfed the yard, and strangely, no one came to put it out.

"Wu Tang, what kind of life did the original owner lead here?"

"Unloved by both parents, left to fend for themselves."

Feige looked at the house engulfed in flames with a smile.

Standing at the door, Feige didn't care that no one came to put out the fire for a long time.

When the fire was almost finished burning, Feige left with Wutang.

At this moment, the man was in his study, listening to the guard's report. It was impossible for him not to be shocked.

He actually burned down his own courtyard, and not a single person came to put out the fire. Perhaps he was wrong; perhaps his princess wasn't having a good time in the Prime Minister's residence. He suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

But then he remembered that she liked the Crown Prince, and the scoundrel's face darkened again.