My System, My Wife Feng Aotian [Transmigration] - Chapter 45.2

Throughout the city, spirit stones and silver were counted in heaps. Everyone had a bright future ahead of them.

As Feng Jue entered, she asked, “Who was that person just now?”

The female cultivator greeting them smiled politely and opened her mouth to answer, but a command medallion flew toward her. She caught it, her expression changed, and she bowed respectfully. “That was Wen Chunsheng, a disciple of Deyang Peak.”

So he was an inner disciple.

Feng Jue frowned beneath her veil. Just as she was about to speak, a head suddenly bumped into hers, causing their veiled hoods to collide.

A tiny, crisp bell chimed in the air.

“Ouch!” 03 exclaimed, hastily steadying their hat.

“How clumsy,” Feng Jue said disdainfully, stepping upstairs. 03 followed, clutching their hat, explaining, “I didn’t mean to bump into you. It’s just that this hat is so big—I’ve never worn one this large before.”

She only wore a small tour guide cap—the same one she’d worn when she was a ball.

Feng Jue entered the private room, removed her veil, and casually tossed it aside before sitting down behind the table. Following her example, 03 took off her hat and placed it in the hands of the female cultivator, saying politely, “Thank you.”

The female cultivator was momentarily stunned by 03’s appearance, her eyes widening and a brilliant smile unconsciously spreading across her face. “It’s our duty to serve you,” she replied gently.

If it was her duty, 03 reasoned, she might as well take off the sword she was carrying and place it in the cultivator’s hands as well.

“Thank you.”

The cultivator’s smile grew even brighter, a strange sound escaping her throat.

Feng Jue observed the scene with a cold eye and let out a derisive snort. News of the Palace Master’s personal visit spread like wildfire through the Weaver’s Workshop. The steward hurriedly sent people to buy fresh spirit fruits and pastries, ordered the finest dishes from the restaurant, and placed fine tea on the table.

03 sat ramrod straight, thanking the cultivator every time she placed a plate on the table.

“Shut up, you’re so noisy,” Feng Jue snapped.

03 turned to Feng Jue. Unable to use the Bubble System, she furiously furrowed her brow, trying to convey her emotions through expression alone. Seeing this, Feng Jue smirked. “I don’t understand.”

Sigh, being human is so hard.

Lowering her gaze, 03 lifted her hands from her lap and, in a corner where no one else could see, extended her thumb and index finger to form a frame. A transparent panel materialized within the frame.

[Disheartened]

The corners of Feng Jue’s mouth curved as she accepted the hot tea from the steward. “Keep working hard,” she said slowly.

The steward’s spirits lifted. “Yes, Palace Master!” he replied respectfully.

Tsk.

Feng Jue frowned and waved the others out of the room, leaving only the steward behind. Once the room was quiet, she said, “Have clothes made for her.”

The steward followed Feng Jue’s gaze to the silver-haired woman. Everyone in Lanyang Palace knew of the Palace Master’s extraordinary beauty, but today he was astonished to see another peerless beauty—one whose splendor was entirely different from the Palace Master’s. His heart swelled with admiration.

Before the wonder in his eyes had faded, Feng Jue added, “Follow the same specifications I used for my own clothes.”

Understanding dawned on the steward’s face. The wonder transformed into reverence. “Yes, Palace Master,” he murmured, lowering his head.

For the Palace Master to personally bring this young woman here for clothes, her status must be extraordinary!

Feng Jue continued, “Include ceremonial robes.”

“Yes, Palace Master!”

“And jewelry.”

“Yes.”

“A hair crown, shoes, and socks.” Feng Jue sipped her tea, her voice languid. “Oh, and undergarments.”

The steward understood: everything needed to be prepared in perfect detail, inside and out, top to bottom.

“The materials must be of the highest quality,” Feng Jue said. Suddenly, 03, who had been sitting quietly, spoke up: “Yes, I have money.”

She lowered her head.

The steward also lowered his head, both of them looking at Feng Jue’s hand resting on the table—the ring on her ring finger.

Is the client’s money stored in the Palace Master’s Storage Ring, or does this have some other meaning? The steward couldn’t figure it out no matter how he thought about it.

Feng Jue: “…Gulp.”

She swallowed her tea, placed the cup on the table, and drawled lazily, “Right, I should give you the ring.” With that, she slipped off the ring and tossed it toward 03.

03 caught the ring in her palm and held it up to the candlelight. The gemstone on the ring refracted the light, shimmering brilliantly.

Beautiful.

“I’ll use this from now on,” 03 said happily. Turning to Feng Jue, she asked, “Which finger should I wear it on?”

“Whichever you like,” Feng Jue replied.

03 held out her hand.

Her five slender, pale fingers looked like they had been carved from fine jade. She held the ring up to her fingers, hesitating slightly. Feng Jue, who had been propping her cheek up beside her, impatiently reached out and grasped 03’s wrist. She took the ring and slipped it onto 03’s ring finger.

Feng Jue placed the ring on 03’s finger in the same position as before, and 03, finding it comfortable, thanked her.

The steward, standing ramrod straight like a pillar, glanced around with audible clicks of admiration. The Palace Master rarely appeared in the city, and while Elder Siyi was known to be her right-hand man, where had this young woman come from? She seemed even closer to Siyi and the Palace Master than anyone else!

After admiring the ring, the “close” young woman reached into her sleeve and pulled out a piece of paper. The steward hurriedly took it, only to see it covered in crooked, illegible brushstrokes.

“These are my body measurements,” 03 said to the steward. “Please make clothes for me according to these dimensions. Thank you.” The measurements were provided by the Main System, so they were guaranteed to be accurate.

Feng Jue blinked, remembering how last night, while she was bathing, 03 had asked through the screen if she could borrow paper and a brush. That must have been when she wrote it. Feng Jue reached out, and the steward hastily presented the sweat-soaked note to the Palace Master with utmost reverence.

The Palace Master examined the note, a masterpiece of painstaking effort that left viewers tearing their hair out in bewilderment. It was truly a work of “Ink Treasure” that made onlookers want to claw their faces in frustration!

This was the first time Feng Jue had scrutinized something 03 had written, and 03 lowered her head, muttering, “Shy.”

Unable to use the Bubble System to express her thoughts in front of outsiders, she had to resort to spoken words.

Feng Jue, finding words inadequate, clutched the ink-stained paper and murmured, “You’re truly embarrassed.”

Even a three-year-old child in the city would write better than this. But then Feng Jue considered: What else could 03 do? She’s only been human for two days! Thinking of it that way, 03’s efforts were actually quite commendable.

Palace Master Feng returned the slip of paper to 03 with paternal concern. “Keep this,” she said. “It’s a record of your growth.”

Full of questions, 03 obediently tucked away the “masterpiece” that Feng Jue had deemed a “great leap forward in being human.”

The Steward covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, feeling that the usually unapproachable Palace Master seemed unusually warm and approachable today. Softly, she said, “Palace Master, shall I have the seamstress come to measure Miss for her new garments?”

Feng Jue replied lazily.

As soon as the Steward left, 03 sighed in relief. “Nervous!” she said. “Did I give myself away?”

She touched her face.

This was her first social outing with Feng Jue, meeting outsiders, and the System had made her so anxious!

Feng Jue’s gaze locked onto her, circling her expressionless face for half an incense stick’s time before slowly saying, “No, you’re fine.”

“Keep it up!”

03 clenched her fists, swayed twice, and cheered herself on, “Go, go, go!”

Feng Jue stifled a laugh as 03’s eyes fell to the table. She nodded.

03’s eyes lit up instantly as he grabbed his chopsticks. Feng Jue thought to herself, His movements are far more fluid than when he holds a sword.

Compared to the bland “little milk tea” and “snacks” from the System Realm, human food was far more flavorful—and it didn’t cost any Points! 03 had already eaten five meals today!

No wonder they say “food is the foundation of the people,” and no wonder Lingshi has such an appetite. 03 had grasped a profound truth about life, his cheeks puffed with food, his eyes shining brighter than the city lights.

Watching 03 devour his meal, Feng Jue couldn’t resist picking up her own chopsticks. She had tasted countless delicacies, and even dishes from the city’s largest restaurant were nothing special. But because of the company, this simple meal seemed exceptionally delicious.

The embroidery mistress from the workshop still hadn’t arrived. After sampling everything, 03 said honestly, “I think your family’s food is even better.”

“Hmph.” Feng Jue chuckled. “I’ll have someone make you a sixth meal when we get back.”

03 tilted his head. “Do I have to go back after finishing the clothes? I want to explore the city. Feng Jue, I’ll treat you to a stroll through the streets.”

What a polite and well-behaved child.

Feng Jue rested her chin in her hand and replied warmly, “Alright.”

03 sighed in relief and quickly said, “We’ll have our seventh meal when we get back. We can buy snacks while we’re out shopping. I’ve seen people do that before, and I’ll treat you—I have money.”

She waved her ring-adorned hand.

Feng Jue suddenly lowered her head, covering her face for a moment. When she looked up again, her voice was calm and indifferent. “Mm, alright.”

Yes!

03 clapped her hands in delight, feeling that Feng Jue was being incredibly kind to her.

“Ah!” 03 suddenly remembered something. “Why did you stop to look at that man in white at the Weaver’s Workshop entrance just now?”

Feng Jue raised an eyebrow. “Is it not allowed to glance at someone?”

Is that all?

03 listened carefully, but there were no footsteps outside the room. She smiled at Feng Jue, then quietly pulled out a panel.

It was a panel Feng Jue knew well, covered in names.

Memories, long buried, surged forth like spring shoots after rain. Feng Jue’s expression froze as she recalled her promise to 03.

Feng Jue: “……”

Staring at the names of several peerless beauties on the panel, 03 said anxiously, “Was I wrong?”

“No, I was too narrow-minded. I should target both men and women together!” 03 corrected herself.

Feng Jue: “………”

“For your happiness, I went to gather information about him. You even asked for his name—Wen Chunsheng of Deyang Peak,” 03 said, surprised. “So Feng Jue is actually this proactive!”

The System-generated portrait of Wen Chunsheng, complete with his profile, floated before Feng Jue.

Feng Jue closed her eyes and snapped, “Put this away!”

If 03 didn’t clarify immediately, she feared it would continue down its own line of logic! Feng Jue quickly explained, “I just felt something strange from him.”

Frowning, she added in a low voice, “A sense of… déjà vu. But I can’t explain why it felt that way.”

“Ah!” 03 said, a thought bubble appearing above its head. “Surprised!”

“Could it be love at first sight?”

Feng Jue’s emotional understanding was blank; she might not even know what “love at first sight” meant! 03 hurriedly searched for signs of romantic attraction. As soon as the results panel popped up, the room’s temperature skyrocketed.

Palace Master Feng’s Natal Magic Weapon had appeared on the floor at some point, its crimson-gold flames dancing along its length, casting a fiery glow on Feng Jue’s face.

“03, do you know what’s redder than fire?” Feng Jue asked softly, answering her own question. “Human blood.”

[Ah!]

[Murderous Intent!]

03, startled, stuffed a bun into her mouth as the hovering panel crackled, shattered, and disintegrated into the air.

“Mmm,” 03 mumbled, covering her mouth.

Silence.

Only after seeing Feng Jue put away her Natal Magic Weapon did 03 slowly exhale. She picked up her teacup, puffed out her cheeks, and offered it to Feng Jue.

Please have some tea, Feng Jue.

Feng Jue drank the tea with a cold expression, snorting derisively.

03 hurriedly rose and moved behind Feng Jue to pat her back.

Feng Jue continued to snort, saying, “From now on, tell me something reliable. Otherwise, I’ll confiscate your Spirit Stones and stop feeding you!” And I might even beat you up!

This is so cruel!

03 whimpered, “Okay, I’ll correct myself. Please don’t be angry and keep feeding me.”

In her panic, even the Bubble System couldn’t resist popping up, drenched in virtual sweat.

Feng Jue’s lips curled slightly as she crossed her arms and pointed to her right shoulder. 03 quickly moved to her right and began patting her back. But where Feng Jue couldn’t see, a mission panel quietly floated up.

[Investigation: Wen Chunsheng. Objective: Find a sense of déjà vu.]

[Investigation: Heartstrings. Objective: Find the feeling of being moved. Discover what makes Feng Jue’s heart flutter. Know the enemy and know yourself, and you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.]

[Mission Status: In Progress.]

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