nycdaug Chapter 133 Cold and Cruel
Chapter 133 Cold and Cruel
However, Feng Jiutian didn't feel embarrassed at all, since she got in through connections.
The Royal Academy is very large.
Knowing that she and the Seventh Prince were engaged, they lived in a relatively remote corner of the Royal Academy, not in a shared dormitory.
It's a very ordinary attic, with an ancient and charming style, surrounded by bamboo.
It was unusually quiet.
Although it can't compare to the imperial palace or the prime minister's residence, Feng Jiutian actually prefers this place.
It's more comfortable here, and there are fewer worries.
She and the Seventh Prince both lived alone, but the Seventh Prince had difficulty moving around, so the academy specially assigned someone to take care of his daily life.
Feng Jiutian wasn't particular about where he lived; as long as he had a place to sleep, that was fine.
Living alone makes things much more convenient for her.
That's perfect, it also makes it convenient for her to cultivate.
The Seventh Prince lived not far from her residence, but when she had nothing to do, Feng Jiutian did not go to meet the Seventh Prince. Instead, she was seriously studying her cultivation techniques.
On the contrary, the Seventh Prince would come to see her whenever he had a chance, telling her this and that, and advising her not to pay attention to other people's gossip.
Feng Jiutian wasn't a talkative person, so the Seventh Prince's actions annoyed her, even though she knew he might be worried that she would get bored.
But sometimes she would simply close the door and pretend to be asleep.
After this happened several times, the Seventh Prince came to see her less and less often.
Feng Jiutian was happy to have some peace and quiet, and she practiced her skills in her room all the time. She would only take the Seventh Prince with her when she went out to eat occasionally.
The mentor who brought them in that time was also hard to find. Feng Jiutian went out to look for him several times, but he always said he was too busy.
Feng Jiutian was directly assigned to the martial arts class, which seemed to be a favor to her.
After all, Feng Jiutian is a "useless person," and going to the mage class would be pointless; it's better for him to come here to "train."
This martial arts class isn't bad, but it's not good either.
The people inside are also very powerful, but they are still somewhat inferior to mages.
Feng Jiutian, on the contrary, felt nothing.
Being a martial artist is essentially her job, since she was a mercenary in her previous life, so these things are not difficult for her.
Feng Jiutian was always thinking about finding the incomplete manual of the Contract Master that the demonic man had mentioned, so that she could start cultivating as a Contract Master as soon as possible.
Although he has been practicing, he always feels that he cannot achieve enlightenment, so he simply stopped and decided to see if finding that incomplete book would be of any help.
However, whenever she tried to inquire about the whereabouts of the Sutra Repository from others over the past few days, they either said they were busy or they didn't know.
Anyway, they didn't seem to want to talk to her.
It seems finding an incomplete copy isn't easy!
That said, the seventh prince was different from her. He was assigned to the beginner class of "mages". Although both were beginners, the level was many times higher than her class.
As a prince, he naturally had a much higher status than her, the daughter of a mere prime minister, so Feng Jiutian had no objection to this arrangement.
Moreover, my cultivation method is unique, and going to a mage's place would actually cause more trouble.
Before I knew it, almost a month had passed since I started school.
Feng Jiutian felt that since she hadn't seen the Seventh Prince for a long time, it was necessary to go and find her nominal fiancé.
The bell had just rung to signal the end of get out of class when Feng Jiutian saw the Seventh Prince packing his things with a blank expression. She was just about to go into the classroom to call him.
The instructor on the podium had just waved his hand and said, "My class is over for now, students..."
"Oh, a cripple like you wants to cultivate at the Royal Academy? You might as well go home and fight crickets."
Before the teacher could finish speaking, a sarcastic female voice rang out.
"Don't say that. He is, after all, a prince. We insignificant people can't afford to offend him."
"Tch, you don't know this. I've heard my father say that he's just an unfavored prince. What's there to be afraid of? Even the emperor doesn't bother with him."
Feng Jiutian stopped and looked up at the source of the words.
Two or three women surrounded the Seventh Prince, looking at him with disdain. Their arrogant demeanor made Feng Jiutian's eyes darken.
The teacher had already left, since the teacher didn't interfere with the private fight.
Here, if you have the ability, you're the boss.
"Really? Look at him, if you ignore his face, his physique seems pretty good." A woman clicked her tongue as she looked at the Seventh Prince.
"You lot, watch your mouths." Feng Jiutian walked up to the Seventh Prince and said coldly to the group of people.
"Oh! Who do we have here? It's that lame prince's fiancée!"
The woman who spoke first, upon seeing that it was Feng Jiutian, quickly covered her mouth and feigned surprise, then nudged her friend next to her with her elbow, and they both burst into laughter.
She continued, "Seventh Prince, she's still your fiancée, how can you bear to send her to the worst class!"
"I guess he wanted to save face for them!"
Those people then shifted their target, launching a barrage of sarcastic remarks at Feng Jiutian, and occasionally even cursing the Seventh Prince as well.
Feng Jiutian was about to retort when the Seventh Prince, who had been silent all along, tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Don't pay them any attention. They'll leave when they've said their piece."
Although Feng Jiutian had heard these kinds of things many times, she was still dissatisfied with his cowardly behavior of being humiliated like this and not caring at all. She said with some anger, "Don't you care about them insulting you like this?"
"I don't care what they say to me, I just don't want you to get involved, otherwise you'll be ridiculed too."
The Seventh Prince lowered his head and said somewhat sullenly.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiutian sighed helplessly.
"What, I hit the nail on the head, so you don't dare to argue back?"
The woman smiled alluringly and flamboyantly, looking at Feng Jiutian with mocking eyes filled with jealousy.
He's clearly a useless person, yet he was born with such a beautiful appearance.
It's really annoying.
Feng Jiutian clenched his fists, staring intently at the woman with murderous intent emanating from his eyes, just like a Fiend.
"Try saying that again."
The woman seemed to be frightened by Feng Jiutian, and took a few steps back, no longer daring to meet his gaze, her face covered in cold sweat.
"You, you piece of trash, what are you so arrogant about!"
Although the words were still insulting, they were noticeably less forceful and the voices became increasingly softer.
The woman pursed her lips and stammered, "Consider yourself lucky. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you!"
Feng Jiutian smiled mockingly, cold and cruel, and remained motionless as the woman brushed past him.
With his fists clenched tightly, Feng Jiutian used immense willpower to prevent the dagger hidden in his sleeve from slicing the woman's neck.