“Xiao Wu, why are you smiling? Seriously, you wear such simple and modest clothes. How did he come to that conclusion? That’s a mean old man!” Chaoge said indignantly.
Feng Wu only smiled at first, but she was so amused that she soon broke into laughter.
Chaoge stared at her in bewilderment. “Why are you laughing? You were told off!”
Feng Wu chuckled. “My beautiful master was right. Priest Wu is an upright man who hates it when people let formations go to waste. That man was Priest Wu, alright.”
“Beautiful master? As in that beautiful master from your dreams?” Chaoge was intrigued.
But Feng Wu didn’t want to talk about her beautiful master with Chaoge, for her master was her own secret and she didn’t want to share it with anyone else.
Feng Wu grunted proudly. “I’m not going to talk about it.”
Chaoge said in resignation, “What about Priest Wu, then? Where did you hear about what he’s like? And whoever told you that sounds so superior.”
Feng Wu said stubbornly, “I’m not telling you.”
Chaoge stared at Feng Wu. “Every time you ‘don’t tell me’ something, it has to do with that beautiful master in your dreams.”
Feng Wu gloated. She then gave a wave of her hand. “Let’s go.”
“Where to?”
“The Fang manor.” Feng Wu grinned. “That’s where Priest Wu went and that’s where we’re going.”
Chaoge was dubious about that plan. Priest Wu was at Grand Secretary Fang’s place as a guest; there was no way they would be invited in as well.
She heard the conversation between Feng Wu and Steward Fang.
The steward said, “Miss, I’m sorry, but we’re not accepting visitors today.”
Chaoge looked at Feng Wu. I told you. See?
Feng Wu said matter-of-factly, “Isn’t the manor for sale? We’re not visitors, but buyers.”
Chaoge was speechless. She hadn’t seen that coming.
Why were they going to buy the manor? Xiao Wu was clever! Chaoge didn’t worship the genius girl for nothing!
Steward Fang hesitated. “But we’re entertaining an honorable guest today. I’m afraid you’ll have to come back another day for the house tour.”
Feng Wu smiled. “That won’t be necessary. I think the manor looks great.”
Steward Fang thought to himself, “Of course you do. Everyone thinks this manor is great.”
He said with an impassive face, “The manor is selling for 100,000 taels of silver.”
“Alright.”
“And a thousand-year-old ginseng, a 5000-year-old lingzhi mushroom, and a ten thousand-year-old Chinese knotweed as well.”
“Alright.”
“Moreover, you’ll only qualify to purchase the manor if you can answer the question on this piece of paper in three days.” Steward Fang handed Feng Wu a piece of paper.
Feng Wu had seen him give Ye Yafei the same piece of paper when she had sat on the wall the other day.
Feng Wu had planned to take a peek at Ye Yafei’s paper when she followed the latter to World Tower, but after everything that happened, she forgot all about it. Now, she finally knew what the question was.
Seeing Feng Wu read the question on the spot, Steward Fang said grumpily, “You have three days to think about it. There’s no need to rush. Miss, you should leave now.”
He tried to shoo Feng Wu out the door after that.
However, Feng Wu only gestured at Chaoge. “Give me a pen, please.”
Chaoge had come prepared and she took out a ready-to-use writing brush from her chest pocket. Unlike a regular writing brush, which had to be dipped into ink to use, this one came with a soaked tip and could be used instantly.
Whoosh —
Feng Wu started writing right away. She gave the pen back to Chaoge a minute later and handed the paper back to Steward Fang.
“I don’t need three days. I’ve solved the problem already. Mr Fang, please give the answer to your master.” Feng Wu clapped her hands.
Steward Fang didn’t check the answer, for he didn’t understand it.