Chapter 1011 The Guide to Winning Over the Toxic Lord of the Manor



But this was enough to make Feng Guang happy. Heaven knows she had been so bored these past few days with no one to talk to. Afraid of scaring him, she thought for a while and said, "My name is Feng Guang. I am... a little fairy who lives on the willow tree outside. I am not a ghost."

"If you're a god, why can't I see you?"

"My magical power is weak, and my cultivation is not high. I can't even manifest a physical form, so of course you can't see me." Once he started bluffing, he found that the bluffing became more and more logical.

"Oh," he replied, then huddled up on the edge of the bed, head bowed, lost in thought.

Feng Guang sat on the edge of the bed and asked, "You still haven't told me your name?"

"I have no name." He was born in the imperial prison. If it weren't for the royal birthmark on his body, he would probably have died on the execution platform with his birth mother whom he had never met. The old eunuch who raised him died four years ago. He was a good person, but his mind was full of pedantry. Even though no one acknowledged that he was a prince, he treated him like a master. The old eunuch would never dare to give him a name.

Feng Guang could imagine how difficult his situation was, and she smiled and said, "If you don't have a name, then I'll help you choose one. Hmm... my name is Feng Guang, and how about you be called Feng Yan? The wind is unrestrained, and so is the smoke. Little one, grow up to be an unrestrained and carefree person."

He raised his head, and after a long while, his small mouth moved, "Okay..."

Feng Guang subconsciously raised her hand to touch his head, like a gentle breeze blowing on his head. "Then you can call me sister from now on, Xiao Fengyan."

"Mmm." Her obedient manner was heartbreaking.

Since Awan left, the palace servants seemed to have forgotten about Fengyan's existence, and no one else took over Awan's task of delivering meals. However, Fengguang was happy with this situation. With no one to bully the child anymore, she could always solve the problem of feeding him. She enjoyed raising the little guy to be chubby and healthy.

"Little Fengyan, I haven't asked you how old you are yet." Fengguang sat on the tree, swinging her legs back and forth.

There was a well in the courtyard, and he was drawing water very hard. Although Feng Guang wanted to help, she had just stolen some food from the imperial kitchen and hadn't recovered from the physical contact with it.

He picked up the bucket and said, "I'm twelve."

He's twelve already! She thought he wouldn't be more than ten years old. This child is malnourished and looks smaller than his peers. Fengguang felt a pang of guilt, "Twelve years old, still too young."

Standing in the yard, he began to take off his clothes.

"Hey, Little Wind and Smoke, what are you doing?"

"Do laundry." He thought for a moment, then added, "And take a shower while you're at it."

"It's good to be clean, but are you planning to just take a cold shower? Also, you're not planning to wash your clothes naked, are you?"

"I have no other clothes." He paused in his movements.

After a long pause, Feng Guang said, "It's fine for you to take cold showers in the summer, but what about in the winter?"

Fengyan loosened his belt, saying, "Nature is just like summer."

Feng Guang really wanted to curse. He had survived the winters with cold water and was lucky enough not to freeze to death or get sick. This child was the emperor's son, after all. Even if he were an ordinary family's son, he wouldn't be treated so badly. Considering his age, he was only in the sixth grade of elementary school. He cursed the evil feudal society in his heart and made a decision.

As Xiao Fengyan was about to take off all her clothes, she stood up, turned her back, and said, "Xiao Fengyan, don't worry, your sister will make sure you live a good life."

After saying that, Fengguang drifted down from the tree and left the dilapidated courtyard.

Fengyan looked up at the swaying branches and leaves on the tree, his expression as always blank. He raised the bucket and poured water over his head.

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