Long Live the Mad Wife!

Chapter 11

Ah Chen…

The boy’s eyes flickered ever so slightly.

No one had ever dared to address him as such, nor was there anyone who treated him so brazenly.

This woman was the first!

Ah Chen stood rooted and the expression on his face also slightly changed.

“It’s better for women to be more gentle…” Ah Chen suddenly emotionally sighed. “Don’t be so violent next time. It’s too much…”

Feng Chuge blanked out. “You saw what transpired earlier?”

Ah Chen nodded solemnly.

Feng Chuge touched his head and said, “My apologies, Baby Ah Chen. I haven’t caused you to have any psychological trauma right?”

Baby Ah Chen?

Ah Chen bit his lips and his complexion darkened momentarily.

Zi Lan, Biluo, and Luzhu were stunned as they stood rooted on the spot.

They had never seen their Miss act so lively.

Why did they feel that their Miss was almost flirting with the child named Ah Chen?

Zilan honestly felt like growling when she saw Feng Chuge’s behavior.

Miss, where’s your moral integrity?

…

After that day’s events, Feng Chuge and her group resided in the Linshui Pavilion with peace of mind.

No one dared to bother them rashly.

As for the Second Madam and her daughters, two were seriously injured and one had itching powder sprinkled on her face. All three of them were quietly recuperating in their rooms and it was impossible for them to cause any trouble at this time.

On the other hand, Feng Chaoyang did not dare to disturb them as he dreaded Zilan’s strength.

As for those servants, they were all truly afraid of Feng Chuge and her group.

As a result, Feng Chuge happily remained idle.

She selected a room in the Linshui Pavilion and dedicated it to refining pills.

…

One fine day, Feng Chuge was busy refining pills in the room when the door was suddenly pushed open and Ah Chen walked in.

When he saw the equipment inside, he was surprised. At the same time, his tone contained traces of joy.

“Woman, you’re an Intermediate Alchemist?”

“That’s right, isn’t your sister amazing?” Feng Chuge turned around to see Ah Chen’s small body standing outside. Her eyes curved into crescents and she spoke with a smile.

“Well, it’s alright I guess.”

“Alright? Little brat, do you know what an alchemist is?”

“Of course I know.” Ah Chen lowered his eyes. “Alchemists are the rarest occupation in the Yuntian Continent. An Intermediate Alchemist can help a cultivator save 50 years of training…” While he spoke, a few dark glints flashed past his eyes, as if he was hesitating.

“Oh? You’re pretty smart to know so many things…” Feng Chuge sized up Ah Chen.

If not for his physique, she almost would have suspected he was at least seventeen or eighteen years of age.

All of a sudden, a notion flashed through her mind.

Could it be that this child had also transmigrated like her?

“Ah Chen, did you transmigrate here?”

“Transmigrate?” Ah Chen’s large, round eyes revealed doubt.

His reaction did not seem to be fake. Feng Chuge waved her hands and said, “It’s nothing, I just asked on a whim.”

“Oh…” Ah Chen nodded. After a long time, he lowered his head to conceal the suspicion in his eyes. “Woman, since you’re an alchemist, can you do me a favor?”

“What favor?”

“Refine a pill for me…”

“Hmm?”

“The medicinal ingredients are rather difficult to procure. They are namely: aconite root, thousand separation liquid, centennial aquarius, thousand-year lingzhi, and iced silkworm blood.”

“Little brat, what do you need this pill for?” Feng Chuge ran through the ingredients he listed and asked.