Shen Chuwei's light and airy tone, to Ye Anyu's ears, was nothing short of smug complacency, which infuriated her beyond tolerance.
"Don't think just because the National Master now believes you, you can fool yourself into thinking you're Feng Wuyou. A chicken will never become a phoenix. The moment the National Master sees through your fake facade, your days will be numbered."
Shen Chuwei's feeding action paused, she had been impersonating Feng Wuyou, yet she had never thought of becoming Feng Wuyou. Feng Wuyou was Feng Wuyou, and she was herself—both unique and independent entities.
That's why Xiao Jinyan was so hung up on Feng Wuyou, wasn't it?
She turned her head to look at Ye Anyu with neither anger nor annoyance, her tone even more indifferent than her gaze: "The National Master is not as cruel as you. Don't project your malice onto him; it detracts from the saintly image he holds in my heart."