Chapter 1639: Feng Wu’s Trick
“Princess, perhaps we can threaten Feng Wu with news about Duan Chaoge,” Feng Wu said ambiguously.
She was trying to find out to what extent Sefiro was involved in Chaoge’s kidnapping and how much she knew.
Sefiro frowned. “Does that Duan Chaoge have such a big influence on Feng Wu?”
Steward Mu nodded repeatedly. “Yes! Duan Chaoge is very important to Feng Wu!”
Sefiro threw a dirty look at Steward Mu. “And you know this how?”
Steward Mu was speechless.
Feng Wu snickered inwardly, but she still put on a very serious face. “As far as I know, Duan Chaoge is both important and unimportant to Feng Wu.”
“How so?” Sefiro stared at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu said quietly, “People all think that Duan Chaoge and Feng Wu are very close, but after careful observation, I see that as close as they are, they’re not as tight as everyone believes.
“But Feng Wu will definitely save Duan Chaoge, because if she doesn’t, she’ll be seen as a disloyal friend, which will ruin her reputation.”
“Do you think I can use Duan Chaoge’s life to threaten Feng Wu into competing with me on horseback?” Sefiro was uncertain.
Feng Wu gave Sefiro a mysterious smile. “I think it’ll work.”
“Good!” Sefiro patted “Catnine” on the shoulder. “I’ll leave it to you, then!”
Feng Wu looked perplexed.
Sefiro stared at “Catnine.” “Can’t you do it?”
Feng Wu said, “Of course I can, of course…”
Feng Wu found it very interesting that she was being asked to convince herself.
However…
Feng Wu studied the poison on the needle just then and realized in amazement that it was much more potent than she had expected, and couldn’t be neutralized easily. So —
“Your Highness —” She called after Sefiro, who was about to leave.
“Hm?”
Sefiro turned around and looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment.
Feng Wu smiled wryly. “If Feng Wu gets her hands on the antidote for the needle, we’ll be in trouble.”
Sefiro stared at Feng Wu. “How can she get it? Don’t you have the antidote?”
Just then, Steward Mu’s stomach lurched, and he had a very bad feeling.
As expected —
Feng Wu grinned at him before she sighed. “Steward Mu…”
Sefiro gave Steward Mu a suspicious glance.
Having been defeated repeatedly by Feng Wu, Steward Mu was already very frustrated. He was now watching her with an indescribable look in his eyes.
Feng Wu smiled bitterly. “Steward Mu, didn’t you take the antidote with you when you took the needle from me?”
He who had a mind to beat his dog would easily find a stick, and Feng Wu was making very good use of that stick now.
Poor Steward Mu was completely shocked.
“What?! What are you talking about?! What do you mean by that?” Steward Mu wanted to kill this little rascal.
He had never been so miserable in his life.
He was the one in the right, but had been forced to give in again and again until there was no more ground for him to lose.
Feng Wu had been perfectly polite the entire time and kept smiling at Steward Mu.
Sefiro grew impatient. “Steward Mu, be quick about it.”
Steward Mu stared at Sefiro in disbelief, and he spoke in a trembling voice. “Your Highness, even you…”