The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Back in the Cold Palace, Feige lay on a small couch, and the little guy came running over, pattering away.

"mother,"

"What's wrong"

"Hungry," the little guy said, touching his tummy.

"it is good"

"See? Go ask your godfather to cook for you," Fei Ge said to the little guy, passing the buck to Qin Feng.

The little guy ran off with a pattering sound, and just as he reached the door, Qin Feng came in carrying firewood.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

The little guy called out.

The firewood in Qin Feng's hand fell to the ground.

With a clang, Feige laughed.

"Don't get agitated. I'll tell him you're his godfather, and he's hungry, so he's looking for you."

"Oh," Qin Feng smiled, his two dimples quite pretty.

"Master, you're such a good dog!"

"Whatever, I'm pretty much done for now, I'm doing great."

Wu Tang remained silent; the Great Demon King was no longer so easily fooled.

Qin Feng gathered the firewood and started a fire to cook porridge. The little guy was too small; porridge was good for him.

There are still steamed buns, dumplings, and pancakes that Feige took out this morning.

"Here's a piece of meat, put it in; plain porridge doesn't taste good."

Qin Feng took the meat and started chopping it. He put the cooked rice in, and soon the whole house was filled with its aroma.

Finally, the porridge is cooked.

Qin Feng started heating the pancakes.

"Wait a minute, those are from this morning."

Feige brought out some more dishes: shredded pork with garlic sauce, braised pork ribs, and peanuts...

Qin Feng heated up the porridge, ground the peanuts into powder, and then added them to the porridge, stirring well.

The lean meat porridge had gone cold, so Qin Feng crushed some peanuts and added them in.

He scooped a bowl of porridge and fed it to the little guy, who ate it with great relish.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, the little guy was full, but to keep him from running around, Qin Feng broke off half a steamed bun for him. The little guy took the bun and sat on his little wooden horse to play.

Feige was eating.

"Master, are you trying to cause trouble?"

"Yes, after we eat, let's go check out the other palaces and let them show off. I'll let them show off."

Feige looked at the food on the table with a smile.

Finally, I'm full.

"I'm going out to play. You watch him, and go to sleep when you're tired."

"it is good"

Qin Feng was a scoundrel; this woman had a very volatile temper and would act on a whim. He shook his head and resignedly went to wash the dishes.

Outside a palace, Feige stood there.

"My lord, this is another favored concubine,"

"Walk,"

Feige instantly entered the house.

"Wow, this woman loves gold. Everything is made of gold, even her chamber pot is gold."

Feige was stored entirely in the space.

Of course, I don't want that chamber pot; it's disgusting.

The place was thoroughly cleaned, except for the chamber pot.

……

Outside yet another gate,

"Master, you can see for yourself, I can't explain it all."

Feige went inside and saw two people on the bed engaging in vigorous activity. Feige was utterly astonished.

With a wave of his hand, everything vanished. The room contained jade artifacts and jewelry, and some pastries on the table, which appeared untouched. Fei Ge didn't stand on ceremony.

Once outside, Feige felt much better; the air was fresh.

Soon, Feige arrived at another palace, furnished with simple furniture and devoid of gold and silver jewels.

Feige saw someone eating in a corner—steamed buns and thin porridge.

Feige walked over and said, "You'll eat this."

The woman heard the voice, looked up, and asked, "Who are you?"

The woman seemed not to recognize the queen.

"Why is there nothing here?" Feige asked unhappily.

"I don't like it," the woman said, somewhat reluctantly.

Feige's gossipy nature kicked in; she sat down and looked at the woman.

"Come, come, tell me about it, maybe I can help you."

"What can you do to help me? I can't."

Feige looked at the woman, dressed simply, much like the women in the nunnery. No, perhaps even the women in the nunnery were better than her.

"You want to leave the palace, don't you?"

After a while, the woman finally uttered a single word, "Mmm."

Why don't you want to be here?

"What's so great about this place? So many women are fighting over one man. I don't want that. I just want to find an ordinary person, live a healthy and peaceful life. My parents sent me here to please them, so consider this repayment for their kindness in raising me."

Who brought you in?

"My uncle... it's funny, really. My parents were so eager to curry favor with him... haha, it's a joke, isn't it?"

"No, it's good for a woman to have her own ideas. I'll take you away and let you live the life you want."

"Stop dreaming, how could that be?" the woman said, resigned.

"Believe me,"

Suddenly, Feige knocked her unconscious, put her in his spatial dimension, and once outside the door, set it ablaze. The space inside was all wood, so it burned very quickly.

Thick smoke billowed out, and soon people arrived to put out the fire.

Feige quickly knocked those people unconscious, and two hours later, the inside was burned to the ground.

Feige left the palace directly and went to a relatively quiet place, where he released the woman.

"woke up"

The woman realized where she was and froze.

"I...I'm really out."

"Alright, let's go. Here are 5000 taels of silver notes; that should be enough for your living expenses."

"No need, I can manage on my own," the woman said with a smile, clearly pleased.

"Take this, leave this place, and live in anonymity."

"it is good"

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Feige vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the woman standing there dumbfounded, holding the silver note.

"Perhaps I've encountered a deity."

After a while, the woman turned and left.

Just then, a carriage passed by, and the driver, wanting to leave the city, offered her a ride...