Chapter 87: Do You Want to Join Us, Your Royal Highness?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Xuan Yi looked up at the sky, utterly speechless.

Not good at all? Try saying that again when you can tear your eyes away from the table and without any food in your mouth!

More importantly, Feng the Third, you would have already tricked me into eating if it didn’t taste good!

Xuan Yi might be stiff and joyless, but he was still just a teenager. Intrigued by Feng Xun’s reaction, and after recalling that he hadn’t actually said anything bad about Feng Wu so far, Xuan Yi went up to Feng Wu matter-of-factly and took an apron from her.

Feng Wu was speechless.

Xuan Yi sat down next to Feng Xun without giving Feng Wu another look. Picking up a pair of chopsticks, he took a piece of elk meat from a dish filled with chili oil, and put it in his mouth —

“Hm?”

Xuan Yi went stiff instantly!

So spicy!

So hot!

Sweat covered his forehead immediately. His eyes watered and he felt like he was breathing fire through his nostrils!

Feng Xun had tricked him!

That was Xuan Yi’s first reaction. He wanted to toss the chopsticks away and leave the table right away, but —

After the initial sting, a sensation Xuan Yi had never experienced before kept him in his seat… That was so weird. He was already in tears from the spicy dish, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to ditch his chopsticks. What was going on?

Xuan Yi decided to look into it. He picked up a second piece, then a third, a fourth… Before he knew it, he was picking up food faster and faster… In the end, he was racing with Feng Xun.

Fairy Muyao’s mouth fell open. This had to be an illusion!

Seeing that Jun Linyuan was standing there with a frown, Feng Xun said, “Boss Jun, if you don’t like this place, feel free to leave! I promise we’ll catch up with you as soon as we’re done here!”

Jun Linyuan’s face was as dark as a thunderstorm now. Dark clouds seemed to have gathered over his head and he gave off a chilly air… to the point that the temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Feng Wu looked at Feng Xun and Jun Linyuan, then asked out of politeness, “Well, would you like to join us, Your Royal Highness?”

Mouth filled with food, Feng Xun mumbled as he picked up another piece of meat, “Stop it, little Feng Wu! You know nothing about Boss Jun. Xuan Yi and I are about the only people here that can stand your coarse food. Offering it to Boss Jun? It’d be like defiling him!”

Jun Linyuan was speechless.

One didn’t think his face could get any darker, but apparently, it could… It was practically inky black.

Feng Wu said, “… I see.”

Feng Yiran threw a dirty look at Feng Wu. “What’s all this crap you’ve cooked?! Offering them to the crown prince? You must have lost your mind!”

After that, Feng Yiran bowed at Jun Linyuan and said obsequiously, “Your Royal Highness, we do have some decent cooks here in the manor. Let me show you the main hall, where you can —”

Just when everyone thought that Jun Linyuan was going to leave, he pushed Feng Yiran aside, sat down at the dining table, and went on sulking.

Feng Wu rubbed her nose. Why did she have the feeling that the crown prince was throwing a silent tantrum here, which reminded her a lot of Feng Xiaoqi in a fit of pique.

No, it couldn’t be. This was Jun Linyuan, a superior cultivator who could reshape the world with his rage. A person like that throwing a tantrum? She had to be imagining it!

Feng Xun was surprised to see Jun Linyuan sit down as well, but he reacted soon enough and said to Jun Linyuan with a smile, “Here, this braised radish with cured meat is quite mild and will suit your taste.”

However, Feng Wu saw that —