Lord Nine Thousand Years (16)

The making of incense and sachets both required supporting tools. Touched by Chu Feng Qi's enthusiasm, Yu Yan made an exception and had his personal disciple instruct him.

Not only that, while listening to the lectures, Chu Feng Qi also carefully observed every detail of the tools, sketching the design blueprints in his mind. After a day of tireless work, forgetting to eat and sleep, he finally successfully crafted an improved sachet.

While the youth was busy, after completing the planning of the troop movement route, Du Zhao Gong seemed to suddenly remember him and asked the eunuch beside him, "Is Chu Feng Qi still alive?"

The eunuch nodded, "Reporting to the Lord Director, he is still alive."

He let out a cold laugh, "It seems his life is indeed resilient."

With that, Du Zhao Gong narrowed his phoenix eyes, unable to help but feel a touch of interest: "Tell me, what has he been up to lately?"

Although he wasn't very curious, Du Zhao Gong had still been angered by Chu Feng Qi's reckless self-recommendation.

He had taken the youth in merely for amusement, leaving him to sink or swim. No matter what schemes Chu Feng Qi had, as long as he knew what the youth was doing, Du Zhao Gong could guess it immediately.

As he was thinking this, the eunuch carefully chose his words to report: "The Seventh Prince is working with his servants to earn a living. Since arriving at the estate, he and his servant have washed your clothes and scented them. Last night, he went to the garden to pluck flowers, probably staying up all night. Today, he spent most of his time at Yu Yan's place, no longer going out to earn a living."

The report was extremely objective, without adding any embellishments, summarizing Chu Feng Qi's behavior over the past few days.

The cold smile on Du Zhao Gong's lips suddenly froze. After a long while, he put down his brush and asked in an icy voice, "What did you say he was doing?"

The eunuch's back was drenched in cold sweat, and he had to grit his teeth and repeat it once more.

Hearing this, Du Zhao Gong only found it utterly ridiculous.

But in the eyes of the eunuch, Du Zhao Gong's gaze was as fierce as if he wanted to kill someone, making him dare not utter a single word, fearing he would bring disaster upon himself.

Just then, a guard from outside entered to report, whispering a few words into the eunuch's ear, which instantly sent a shiver down the latter's spine.

A moment later, he reported, "Reporting to the Lord Director, the Seventh Prince requests an audience."

"Let him in."

At this moment, Du Zhao Gong also wanted to see what kind of tricks Chu Feng Qi was playing.

Upon receiving permission, Chu Feng Qi entered, holding a tray with a sachet he had crafted with his own hands.

The youth's eyes curved like crescent moons, drawing everyone's attention the moment he appeared. His once-pale lips were now rosy, with pearly teeth and red lips; his beautiful face made it impossible to look away.

"Lord Nine Thousand Years, this lowly one has made a sachet. Would you deign to take a look at it?"

While the eunuch beside them didn't even dare to breathe heavily, Chu Feng Qi approached Du Zhao Gong with a clear smile, obediently presenting the tray.