In the elegant room of Fengming Manor, those who came to buy Beiqing Cloud Silk were all women. The appearance of Feng Xun and the Sword Slave, especially when Feng Xun stood there, made the eyeballs of the ladies almost fall out.

His eyes were like top-grade black jade, his hair casually tied, and his light purple Cloud Patterned brocade robe gave him a regal, prince-like air. Merely standing there, he was like the early cherry blossoms of spring, dazzling the entire season.

Especially Hong Yuying, her face was already a mess of red at this moment.

However, Hong Mingyue was sizing up Feng Xun with a scrutinizing gaze.

With the intelligence of Hong Mingyue, she couldn't guess the identity of the person for the moment.

When Ye Lingyue saw Feng Xun, she was about to speak, but she saw Feng Xun quickly blinking at her, meaning for Ye Lingyue to keep quiet for now.

"Shopkeeper, what if I want those pieces?" Feng Xun pointed to the several bolts of fabric Hong Yuying held in her arms.

Prince Feng wants her fabric?

Hong Yuying quickly glanced at the fabric in her hands. She didn't really like these bolts of fabric initially; she had snatched them only to annoy the sisters Ye Lingyue. If Prince Feng wanted them, she was willing to give them to him.

But the shopkeeper didn't know the thoughts of Hong Yuying. He had earlier flattered Hong Mingyue by saying that the princess had chosen the fabric first.

"This young master, this fabric was first chosen by Princess Ming Yue of Hong Residence. The rule in Fengming Manor is…"

The shopkeeper, afraid that Feng Xun didn't know the identities of Hong Mingyue and Hong Yuying, hurriedly hinted.

"Sword Slave," Feng Xun commanded.

The Sword Slave acknowledged with a sound, taking out a token and waving it in front of the shopkeeper of Fengming Manor.

It was a Jade Token, carved with the character "Feng".

Upon seeing the token, the shopkeeper's old face suddenly changed.

"This young master, I was blind as Mount Tai and didn't recognize your prestige, please disregard what I said before. Those holding the Phoenix Token can have priority over any fabric in Fengming Manor." The shopkeeper said, apologetically bowing to Hong Mingyue.

Hong Mingyue's expression slightly changed, while Hong Yuying was foolishly fixated on Feng Xun, the fabric in her hands automatically presented to Feng Xun.

Feng Xun did not thank her, treating her completely like air.

"Sister, since it's the rule of Fengming Manor, let's give the shopkeeper some face. We won't take these fabrics anymore, let's choose some others," Hong Mingyue frowned slightly, pushing the still enamored Hong Yuying.

Only then did Hong Yuying reluctantly shift her gaze away from Feng Xun's face.

The sisters picked some other fabrics they had chosen earlier.

"I have taken a liking to those."

Feng Xun said indifferently.

"I have taken a liking to those."

"…"

"I have taken a liking to those."

Along the way, every time the two Misses of Hong Residence took a liking to any fabric, Feng Xun would indifferently say a word, thereafter, the shopkeeper of Fengming Manor could only wipe his sweat and take the fabric away from under the sisters' eyes.

Behind Feng Xun, the Sword Slave's hands were getting fuller with fabric, until at last, the Sword Slave helplessly said.

"My lord, I can't carry anymore."

Is it not just so? Strong as an ox, this Sword Slave resembling a stone pier is already holding all sorts of Beiqing Cloud Silk of different colors.

By this time, even a fool can tell that Feng Xun is not here to buy fabric; he's here to antagonize the Hong sisters.

The smile on Hong Mingyue's beautiful face faded from existence, eventually freezing completely.

"Sister, he's Prince Feng from Beiqing," Hong Yuying whispered to Hong Mingyue.

Hong Mingyue snorted, her face darkening like storm clouds.

She wasn't foolish. When Feng Xun produced that Phoenix Token earlier, she had already roughly guessed his identity.

The Phoenix Token from the Feng Residence, immensely prestigious, managed businesses across the mainland—any shop bearing the "Feng" mark, regardless of size, belonged to the Beiqing Feng Residence.

Fengming Manor was originally one of Feng Residence's businesses in Daxia; today's visit by Feng Xun was coincidental as he was inspecting Feng Residence's assets.

Little did he know that upon entering, he would hear that the two young misses from the Lan Residence and the miss from the Hong Residence were causing a scene in the private room.

"Prince Feng, what is the meaning of this?"

Hong Mingyue, being from Three-Life Valley, was naturally indifferent to imperial power.

She had heard of this Prince Feng, described as a person detached from worldly affairs and of a gentle nature. Yet today, that gentleness was nowhere to be seen—instead, his aggressiveness was unmistakable.

"It means nothing personal; just informing Princess Ming Yue that 'due to different statuses and identities, even if it is about choosing fabric, I pick first, and you all get to choose from what's left,'" said Feng Xun leisurely.

He was a prince of Beiqing, and although without real political power, his control over the vast commercial empire established by Feng Residence made him a kingmaker in the business world.

There was no one who could sideline his woman in his territory!

Anger flashed across Hong Mingyue's eyes.

Hong Yuying bit her lip, feeling as uncomfortable as if her heart was being scratched by a cat.

Prince Feng was taking revenge for Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai'er. But why, why would Prince Feng take revenge for them?

These words were clearly what Hong Yuying had used to humiliate Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai'er earlier.

"Prince Feng, I will remember your words today," Hong Mingyue glanced at the Sword Slave, no longer interested in selecting fabrics, and pulled Hong Yuying away long-stepping.

Ye Lingyue and Lan Cai'er watched, utterly stunned.

Only when the Hong sisters had completely disappeared did Lan Cai'er take a breath as if in a dream.

"Ling Yue, pinch me, I must be dreaming. Were those two chicks from the Hong Residence really driven off by anger?"

Lan Cai'er had just finished speaking when Ye Lingyue pinched her hard, causing Lan Cai'er to jump up.

"My dear mother, that really hurts. Haha, Prince Feng, you truly are my idol, so apt at smacking faces. Just with a few words, you've chased away that young prodigy from the Hong Residence," Lan Cai'er now admired Feng Xun immensely.

The Hong Residence's Hong Mingyue, known for her precocity and composure.

Who could have expected that an inch above the magic, she could actually be rendered speechless and exploded in anger by Feng Xun?

"Eldest Miss Lan, what are you talking about? Feng Xun does not understand; I'm just here to buy fabric," Feng Xun said with a beaming smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Prince Feng, stop pretending, I know you feel sorry for my sister Ling Yue being bullied. Otherwise, why would you buy so much fabric? Don't tell me you, a grown man, will actually wear these pink and red fabrics."

Lan Cai'er mused to herself, only today realizing that her precious sister and Feng Xun are a match made in heaven.

Both of them share two significant characteristics—being inwardly sly and schemingly dark, they are truly a pair made by heaven.