Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 112: The Shy Girl

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: The Shy Girl

"Young Master Feng, His Highness Long Chen told her that you are currently working on a big assignment for His Highness, and that you will come over once it is completed."

After hearing Zhang Hu’s words, Shi Feng nodded and said, "When I’m not here in the future, I hope you will take good care of my mother."

"Where is this coming from Young Master Feng? You have been kind to me, Zhang Hu, your mother is like my mother, and I will certainly take care of her as I would my own," Zhang Hu assured, thumping his chest.

Shi Feng, however, looked at Zhang Hu strangely and said, "Aren’t you older than my mother?"

"Uh..." Upon hearing Shi Feng’s words, Zhang Hu was stunned for a moment and then said, "Actually, I just look rough and older, my real age isn’t that great."

Hearing this, Shi Feng couldn’t help but smile.

In a small courtyard, like a garden filled with small trees and blooming flowers, a beautiful woman, clad in simple white clothes but not lacking in charm, was using a pair of scissors to trim the leaves on a small tree.

At that moment, Bai Yue’e looked completely different from before, no longer sickly but instead, her complexion was rosy, exuding a mature and beautiful charm, and her figure was shapely, not at all like someone who had given birth.

At that moment behind Bai Yue’e, followed a young girl around fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a light green dress, with a pretty and delicate appearance and dressed as a maid, carrying a flower pot which had a blooming bright red flower in it.

"Lady, where should I put this small red flower?" the maid behind Bai Yue’e asked.

"Qing’er, haven’t I told you? You don’t need to do these things for me. I come from a poor family, and I’m not used to having nothing to do here every day, now that I have finally found some work to do. But with your help, soon I will have nothing left to do again," Bai Yue’e turned and complained to the maid.

The maid called Qing’er immediately looked alarmed and said, "Ah, it is Qing’er’s fault, I have upset you, please punish me, Lady."

"Oh, Qing’er, you don’t need to be like this. You meant well by helping me, how could I be angry? Don’t be so formal, just treat me as an ordinary person. You are about the same age as Young Master Feng, you can consider me as your aunt," said Bai Yue’e.

Upon hearing Bai Yue’e’s words, Qing’er quickly responded, "How can this be possible, Qing’er is of low status, you are an honored guest in the house, how can I dare to?"

"What low status or high status, I also come from a poor family. In the past, it was difficult for our family of three to be fed warm meals, and I was often bedridden with illness, completely reliant on Feng’er and Ling’er to take care of me, alas, I wonder how those two children are doing now," Bai Yue’e remembered Shi Feng and Shi Ling, recalling the past, and sighed.

"Lady, you have a noble air and extraordinary elegance, you don’t seem like someone born into poverty, even if poor, it must have been a fallen rich family, Lady must have been born into a very wealthy family," Qing’er said.

"Born in a very wealthy family? Yes, back then my parents were local gentry, I haven’t seen them for many years, and I don’t know how they are doing now," Bai Yue’e lamented, as memories flooded her mind.

That year, she lived a life of luxury, spoiled by her indulgent parents.

That year, she was young and beautiful, courted by numerous suitors, all of whom she turned away.

That year, she loved only one person, faced opposition from her family, helplessly left home, and became an exile.

That year, with only a simple room, a bed, and a single red candle, their wedding chamber was incomparably warm and blissful.

That year, as she ventured out into the world, he accompanied her for thirty miles until he boarded the ship and sailed away.

Also that year, she carried a child and in the following year, gave birth to a son, surnamed Shi and named Feng.

"Lady, what’s wrong?" Seeing Bai Yue’e suddenly dazed, Qing’er called out softly.

"Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about my Feeng’er and Ling’er. I wonder how they are doing now," said Bai Yue’e.

"Lady often speaks of Young Master Feng and Miss Ling. You once said that becoming a distinguished guest in our mansion was because Young Master Feng was doing great things for our Family Head. Being able to do great things for our Family Head, Young Master Feng must be an extraordinary person," said Qing’er.

"My Young Master Feng has never been afraid of hardship; perhaps Young Master Long saw this quality in him," said Bai Yue’e, then looking towards Qing’er, she asked, "Qing’er, are you betrothed to someone?"

Upon hearing Bai Yue’e’s question, Qing’er blushed and shyly lowered her head, saying, "Lady jests. Qing’er has long been indentured to your household; how could she be betrothed to anyone?"

"It’s good you are not betrothed," Bai Yue’e smiled. "You and my Feeng’er are close in age, and you’re so ingeniously graceful. How about I betroth you to my Feeng’er? What do you think?"

Listening to Bai Yue’e’s words, Qing’er grew even more embarrassed; her cheeks turned crimson, and lowering her head in shyness, she said, "Lady is jesting again. Qing’er is just a maid, of lowly status; how could she be worthy of Young Master Feng, not to mention, Qing’er is still so young."

"Qing’er, you are not so young anymore. If you agree, I will speak to Young Master Long," Bai Yue’e said.

"If... if the master... agrees, then naturally, Qing’er will... comply," Qing’er said in a very soft voice, her face deeply buried into her collar, involuntarily holding the potted flower in front of her face, blushing like a little bird, too shy to look at Bai Yue’e again.

"Mother!" Suddenly, a young voice called out from the courtyard.

"Ah!" Hearing the familiar voice, the familiar call, Bai Yue’e’s body involuntarily trembled, and, not paying attention, the shears she was using to trim the leaves fell to the ground with a "clang."

Looking past Qing’er, following the direction of the voice, Bai Yue’e saw the face she had missed day and night, and the young, tall figure.

"Feeng’er!" Bai Yue’e quickly trotted over.

"Mother!" Shi Feng walked towards Bai Yue’e. Seeing her approach, he embraced her in his arms.

"Feeng’er, you’ve grown so tall," Bai Yue’e noted, realizing that the child she often held, after she had been bedridden for years, had grown so tall; her head only reached his shoulders now. Nestling her face against his shoulder, she felt an overwhelming sense of security.

"Ha ha," laughed Shi Feng, noticing how his whole demeanor changed in front of his mother, reverting back to his innocent, youthful self. "Mother, have you been well here?"

"Yes, very well. And you?"

At this moment, Qing’er also quietly turned her head back, sneaking glances like a thief, blushing as she looked at him. When she truly saw his face, her heart filled with joy and shyness, fluttering like a startled fawn. She whispered quietly, "So, he is Young Master Feng, looking so handsome and dashing. Lady just said... just now said she wanted to...