"I understand. Now the only thing that I am thankful for is that you are still here and that's enough."
***
In Paramount.
Jiu Ming was leaning lazily on the back of the chair that he was sitting on.
A woman was respectfully standing in front of him.
"It is the Mu family's master's birthday in a few days. Feng Lan, send a congratulatory gift on behalf of Paramount." Jiu Ming smiled, evilly. "In Feng Ruqing's name."
Feng Lan was stunned. "In the princess's name, or…"
"No. It should be in Paramount's master's name."
Feng Lan was speechless.
'Young Master, are you sure that Princess Feng Ruqing will not be angry if she knows that you have forced the title—Paramount Master onto her?'
Feng Lan was a little silent. After a while, she said, "Recently, the people of the Mu family have been wandering outside Paramount. If you do this, the people might find out that the spirit herb dish was provided by the princess."
