Ohh… the nanny! She meant the apothecary.
It really was too bad that Feng Fei'er thought she was an idiot.
Feng Ruchu would definitely be killed the instant she lost Feng Mo'er as her hostage—healing her was a joke.
Not wanting to waste any more of her time on such pretentious people, Feng Ruchu raised her head and said directly, "I will die with Feng Mo'er if I don't get to leave this coliseum alive. Dying with the third daughter of the Feng family, the apple of everyone's eye, and the girl favored by heaven doesn't sound bad to me at all."
None of them dared to act rashly when Feng Ruchu continued to hold Feng Mo'er captive.
"Your Majesty, I…." Feng Zheng sought the emperor's opinion since he did not have the guts to choose between his own daughter and the sacrificial ceremony.
"Feng Mo'er is the beloved daughter of the chancellor and nothing must happen to her," said the sly emperor who had been keeping quiet until now.
Feng Zheng was the chancellor of the kingdom. Feng Ze and Feng Mo'er were the favorite apprentices of the two spiritual masters from the Holy Cloud Palace—the same clan where the crowned prince served his apprenticeship.
As such, he must save Feng Mo'er, be it for diplomatic or personal reasons.
"It is my order to spare this humble servant's life," declared the emperor.
Feng Zheng sighed in relief and bowed to thank the emperor before turning to Feng Ruchu condescendingly. "The emperor has shown his kindness by giving the order to spare your life. Why aren't you letting Mo'er go and thanking the emperor for his kindness?"
"I have one last request. I will let Feng Mo'er go if the emperor grants me this!" Feng Ruchu called out confidently.
"You filthy-" Feng Zheng began furiously but stopped when he saw Feng Mo'er's neck covered in blood.
"What is your request?" Feng Zheng asked through clenched teeth.
"I would like to follow him," Feng Ruchu called out as she pointed at the altar arrogantly with her dirty finger.
The crowd looked at where Feng Ruchu was pointing and was shocked.
This filthy slave was audacious indeed!
Even Yu Xiao was shocked.
"You would like to follow me?" He pointed at himself in surprise.
"Not you," Feng Ruchu rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "the one beside you—the Saint of the Holy Cloud Palace!"
Feng Ruchu stated her final request clearly.
The crowd was on the edge of passing out, stunned by Feng Ruchu's request.
There were only a few who remained clear-headed. They were all furious, and the one with the strongest reaction was Feng Mo'er whose wrist was still trapped in Feng Ruchu's hand.
"How dare a filthy slave like you show disrespect to the Saint? Do you want to die?" Feng Mo'er was so outraged that she screeched at Feng Ruchu thoughtlessly.
Irritated, Feng Ruchu smacked the back of Feng Mo'er's head swiftly.
"Mind your own business! So what if I showed disrespect to the Saint? Don't be such a busybody when the Saint himself has not said a word. Don't forget that your life is now in my hands, so be sensible if you don't want to get hurt!"
Feng Ruchu was not dumb. Despite the emperor's order, she knew that she would be killed as soon as she left this place, so given the circumstances, the best way to secure her life was to follow the man that everyone called the 'Saint'.
As for what would happen after, Feng Ruchu could only plan it out later.
"Your Grace, Feng Mo'er's life depends on your decision," said Feng Ruchu.
The area fell into complete silence as everyone turned their attention to the luxurious sedan.