At the entrance of the courtyard, Fuliu, who was only of Rank 2 strength, was entirely oblivious that Mister Longâs spiritual consciousness had already spread behind her, and was staring at her coldly and murderously.
She scoffed with merriment, âMadam, you canât do this. How can you eat such expensive food? The sovereign is still so badly injured, what wastefulness.â
âIâm just making some mortal food,â said Mu Wanwan coldly. Hearing Fuliu mention Mister Long, the smile on Mu Wanwanâs lips disappeared.
âHah.â Fuliu pursed her lips and chuckled. The disdain in her eyes was about to overflow. She could only find some sense of presence here at Mu Wanwanâs abode.
Even though Fuliu seemed to be very powerful over here at Mu Wanwanâs quarters, the fact was that in the entire dragon manor, she was nothing at all. When Mu Wanwan had just married the dragon, Ao Qin would come over from time to time to check on her, so she hadnât dared to be too rude to Mu Wanwan. After all, it would be bad if Mu Wanwan complained about her to Lord Ao Qin.
It was also like this with Bai Shuiyao last time. But during this period, Lord Ao Qin hardly asked anything about the affairs of this place, and her sense of presence with Lord Ao Qin had weakened, causing her status in front of the other head servants to become lower and lower.
Originally, everyone looked at ability and power, but she was not strong. After having everyone be courteous to her, then suddenly returning to being ignored and mistreated, Fuliu was very unhappy. As she was unhappy, she didnât want Mu Wanwan to be happy either.
Based on the rules, she was here to deliver the monthly stipend.
Fuliuâs eyes flickered. âMadam, donât be so cold. Iâve come to give you your monthly stipend. â
When she heard âmonthly stipendâ, Mu Wanwanâs anger quelled. Counting the days, it was indeed time for the next monthly stipend. She smiled at Fuliu. âMany thanks.â
Fuliu was very pleased. She took out a small cloth bag from her pocket that looked very heavy and reached out to hand it to Mu Wanwan. Mu Wanwan also reached out for it.
But the next moment, Fuliuâs hand turned, and the small cloth bag fell to the ground. As she didnât tie the bag tightly, all the silver and copper coins inside crashed on Mu Wanwanâs feet and scattered all over the ground.
Mu Wanwan looked up at Fuliu at once and saw that her eyes were bright with laughter. âAh, Madam, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to do that.â
Even Hong Ye, who didnât want to help at first, also felt that Fuliu had gone too far when she stood watching. She knew that Madamâs monthly stipend was one mid-grade spirit stone, three low-grade spirit stones, and some coins.
She thought Fuliu would keep some low-grade spirit stones for herself at most, and didnât think she would go so far.
âMadam, Iâll help you pick them up.â Although she felt that Fuliuâs actions were inappropriate, Hong Ye didnât help to speak up for Mu Wanwan, and just bent down to help her pick the coins up.
Mu Wanwan clenched her fists. As she gazed at both the spilled coins and Fuliuâs expression, Mu Wanwan really wanted to hit Fuliu.
But she still had a dragon and a feathery chirp, so she couldnât afford to be impulsive.
âThank you,â she forced out. âYou can go now.â
She really wanted to beat this hateful servant up and smash the money in her face.
Unfortunately, she couldnât.
Mister Longâs spiritual consciousness gently surrounded his wife and gently touched her cheek as if to comfort her.
His wife couldnât do anything to Fuliu, but he could.
âBut Madam, youâve not picked up the money yet...â
Midway through her sentence, Fuliu suddenly felt dizzy, as if something was choking her throat. The second half of her sentence, âWhat if you say you didnât receive it?â, was stuck in her throat, and she knelt uncontrollably on the ground. Entirely conscious of what she was doing, under Mu Wanwan and Hong Yeâs somewhat surprised looks, she picked up all the coins that have scattered everywhere, then took out two med-grade spirit stones from her pocket and handed everything to Mu Wanwan along with the small cloth bag.
âSister Fuliu?â Hong Ye was shocked to the core. Before she could react, she saw Fuliu, who had just handed over the spirit stones, bow to Mu Wanwan.
âAll this is Madamâs monthly stipend,â the voice floated out without Fuliuâs control. Fuliu was sick to death as she watched her own hand slap herself uncontrollably several times. âIâll be taking my leave.â
Hong Ye was entirely dumbfounded. She looked at Mu Wanwan at a loss and only made a small sound to her, then hurried away with Fuliu.
Mu Wanwan looked at Fuliu stroll off with stiff limbs, then at the spirit stones in her hand, and felt rather dazed.
Why did Fuliu suddenly change? Was she being controlled by some evil spell?
No. Why would she suddenly be struck by an evil spell? Was someone protecting her?
Was it Mister Long?
No, that canât be.
Mister Long was still in a coma. According to the original plot, he couldnât do anything now.
The image of Mengmeng fiercely pecking out the plant from her neck the last time suddenly flashed in her mind. Mu Wanwan suddenly had a realisationâcould it be that Mengmeng was not an ordinary tit, but a secret boss?
Could it control human movements?
Her mind was a little muddled, but Mu Wanwan couldnât keep from laughing out loud. No matter who it was, there was no ill will towards her. MoreoverâŚ
It felt really great!
Seeing Fuliu give herself a few loud slaps, the slap marks all over her face, and how the corners of her mouth were bleeding, Mu Wanwan felt very refreshed.
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Mu Wanwan, âMengmeng, thank you. You must be the one who helped me hit her back.â