Last Bloodline of Nansheng (III)

Feng Zhen laughed. "Based on observations, he might be one who brings a huge blessing."

Judging from Jiang Pengi's character, if she had nothing to gain, why would she be so hardworking?

Truthfully, Jiang Pengji had experienced many grievances this time. She didn't think of scheming against anyone, but she helped for curiosity's sake.

She understood the deeper meaning behind Feng Zhen's sarcastic remarks. She answered helplessly, "You are such a boring person. In your eyes, is your lord a person who pursues fame by benefiting from others? Am I not capable of being benevolent, of lending a helping hand to others and saving someone in dire circumstances? It isn't solely for my advantage."

Feng Zhen was afraid of the cold and he kept his cloak tightly shut. As he nagged, his breath formed a cold mist in the air. He refused to show any signs of retreat in this battle of words.

"My lord has a rich history; you cannot blame me for my suspicions."