Feng Wuxie played the fool all the way to Feng Wuxia's room.
Feng Wuxia shut the door tightly, sealing it completely, then ordered the maidservant to draw bathwater for both herself and her guest.
First, she washed away the filth and pig dung from Feng Wuxie's body, then drew fresh hot water and sprinkled some medicinal liquid into the wooden tub, fussing over her for quite some time.
"Miss, why bother giving her a bath at all? Look at how simple she is—washing her only wastes our Spirit Water." The maidservant beside Feng Wuxia couldn't help but complain. "Spirit Water is so precious—the entire Feng Family only has three small vials of it!"
Spirit Water was an extremely rare medicinal bath on the Tianqi Continent, known for alleviating pain and accelerating wound healing.
Feng Wuxia shot her a glance and let out a lazy, contemptuous laugh:
"What do you know? Since Feng Wuxin failed to kill her, and she just made that scene in front of the servants, the Patriarch will surely hear about her affairs the moment he emerges from seclusion. Since we can't get rid of her now, we need to dress this legitimate young miss up beautifully to welcome the Patriarch, so she can smoothly secure the position of heir."
The maidservant laughed as if she'd heard a joke. "Miss, surely you jest. She's a fool—making her the heir would be a tremendous disgrace to the Feng Family!"
But Feng Wuxia looked at her personal maidservant as if she were an idiot:
"Do you think it's easier to deal with a fool as heir, or with that so-called genius Feng Wuxin—the eldest young miss—as heir?"
"Well… this servant understands now."
The maidservant said flatteringly:
"The Third Miss is simple-minded, and the Eldest Miss has cultivation talent but no brains—otherwise she wouldn't keep bullying the Third Miss in front of everyone, which is why despite being a genius, she never earns the Patriarch's affection. Only you, Second Miss, with your high-level Soul Art and your knack for defending the Third Miss before the Patriarch and the servants, have won his favor. As for that fool, we needn't worry—once she becomes heir, we'll find an opportunity to eliminate her. Then we'll use some schemes to pin the blame on the Eldest Miss. With both stumbling blocks removed, everything will fall into place."
Feng Wuxia smiled with great satisfaction. "That's more like it—not in vain have I invested in your upbringing."
After a pause, she continued,
"Besides, Feng Wuxie is wounded so severely. Spirit Water can only keep her alive and help her wounds heal quickly, but those scars on her face will never, ever fade. From now on, besides the titles of fool and waste, she'll likely gain another—ugly girl!"
With that, Feng Wuxia couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles.
…
As an outstanding military doctor of a special forces unit in the 21st century, Feng Wuxie had honed sharp hearing since childhood.
Not to mention that the mistress and servant next door treated her as a complete fool, speaking and laughing without any regard for her presence—even if they'd whispered more quietly, with just a screen between them, she could hear every word clearly!
Yet she remained completely composed, focusing solely on bathing in the Spirit Water.
Her wounds stung slightly as the Spirit Water soaked into them—a sensation somewhat like having alcohol applied to disinfect a wound in the 21st century.
But this Spirit Water was not alcohol—it was a deep blue liquid that gave off wisps of fragrance. When it touched her wounds, a foul-smelling black blood would seep out from the injured areas, and the wounds would show signs of improvement.
Seeing this, Feng Wuxie tried submerging her face in the Spirit Water as well—
Sure enough, the vicious wounds on her face also released black blood…
Feng Wuxie immediately felt this stuff was truly miraculous:
This is basically liquid detox-and-beauty medicine! Expel the toxins, feel light all over…
No more worrying about wound infections!
Truly rare—tsk tsk, that woman Feng Wuxia actually spared such good medicine on her!
Can't waste it!
Feng Wuxie submerged her entire body in the Spirit Water, soaking herself thoroughly from head to toe!
As she bathed, Feng Wuxie pondered—besides having the final say in Feng Manor, what other benefits came with becoming the heir?
Why did family members fight tooth and nail, even willing to harm their own flesh and blood, to seize this position?
But the original owner's simple-minded memories were a muddled mess, with no clear answer—