<h4>Chapter 16: Scolding Without Vulgarity</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Feng Tian’s humiliation struck the Third Prince like countless ps in the face. Crisp and substantial. The Third Prince’s expression turned a colorful palette, going green, then red, then ck. It was a scene to behold.


    “Feng Tian, how dare you!” Si Rong eximed. He almost vomited blood out of anger. He’d respected the bet and invited her to dinner, and yet she’d shamed him by making a dog sit right in front of him.


    Feng Xiuyu stood up, red at Feng Tian, and said, “Feng Tian, you must have some gall to instruct a dog to humiliate the Third Prince. Confronting your superior is a crime punishable by death. Hurry up, get on all fours, and beg for mercy!”


    “The dog was excited to see another of its kind, so he climbed onto the chair all by himself. I never instructed him to have a seat and start eating.” Feng Xiuyu stared right at Feng Tian then challenged, “Which of your dog eyes saw me do anything untoward?”


    “I saw it with both eyes!” Feng Xiuyu snarled.


    Feng Tian let out a long sigh of “Oooohhhh.” She nodded as if a realization had just dawned on her. “No wonder your eyesight’s so keen.”


    Pfft! The onlookers burst outughing.


    “It’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone refer to themselves as a dog.”


    “Ha-ha! Then we can’t me the dog for taking the seat without being prompted.”


    “Feng Tian’s so cool! I thought she’d use hereback to make Si Rong give up on the annulment.”


    “Who knows? She might be ying hard to get. But Feng Xiuyu...Ha-ha.”


    ...


    Listening to the crowd gossip, Feng Xiuyu finally understood that she’d been duped. When Feng Tian had asked about “dog eyes,” she’d stupidly replied, “two eyes.” She’d fallen right into her trap! “B*tch,” she murmured. Feng Xiuyu was so mad that her entire face went red. She grabbed a ceramic bowl and flung it at Feng Tian’s face. Indirectly, Feng Tian had called her a dog. D*mn it!


    Feng Tian raised her eyes and caught the bowl effortlessly. “Who are you calling a b*tch?”


    “You, of course!” Feng Xiuyu bellowed furiously.


    She scooped up another bowl and hurled it at Feng Tian. Sensing danger, the big yellow dog quickly hid under the table and didn’t move.


    “Okay, I heard you.” Another easy catch.


    Feng Xiuyu was fuming. She wanted to pull out her sword and stab Feng Tian to death, but Si Rong stopped her. He shot her a meaningful look and said, “Yu’er, calm down. There’s no need to stoop to her level.”


    It was only then that Feng Xiuyu remembered that they were here to watch a good show. Their goal had still not been achieved, so they had to persevere and not give up so easily. The n must be carried out so that the engagement could be annulled quickly. After that, it would be easier for the Third Prince to take her hand in marriage.


    “I am a man of my words. Since I promised you, I must treat you to this meal, no matter what. But if you do not want to share a table, then...” Si Rong pretended to nce around. Then, he pointed to the table where Si Mobai was sitting. “Then you’ll sit with my Second Brother.”


    Every table in the hall was fully upied, every table except that of Si Mobai’s Second Brother, who had nopany but his own. It would be unfair to call this arrangement “intentional.”


    They were just sharing a table. For now, Si Mobai’s Second Brother would not move against Feng Tian. However,ter, once they’d drugged her again, Second Brother would be the only man whom Feng Tian could beg to seduce her. Fully understanding how much his brother hated women, Si Mobai was sure that Second Brother would m Feng Tian to death with a single strike. The guilt of killing his brother’s betrothed, then, would push Second Brother over to Si Mobai’s side. If the n seeded, he could get rid of Feng Tian and also cajole Si Mobai over to his team. It would be brilliant to kill two birds with one stone.


    After listening to the first bit of the n, Feng Xiuyu understood what Si Rong was trying to do. She sneered coldly in her heart, looked at Feng Tian, and said, “Big Sister, don’t tell me that you have other weird habits?”


    If Feng Tian refused to sit at that table, it would mean that she didn’t enjoy dining with dogs. In that case, the Wargod would never tolerate her behavior. He was going to kill her for sure.