After taking care of Feng Jue once more, even Feng Jiu—who was presently maintaining the facade of a gentleman—couldn't help but reveal a look of enlightenment on his face.
Although Feng Jiu and Feng Jue were brothers, with one ranking ninth and the other tenth and being close in age, their relationship was as incompatible as water and fire.
Ever since Feng Jiu had come of age, his sole feeling toward his younger brother Feng Jue was one of disgust.
Both were similar in age, and there were no other children of the same age in the Imperial Palace. Out of boredom, Feng Jue would bully Feng Jiu one day, and then again the next.
With his formerly weak constitution, it was truly a stroke of luck that Feng Jiu had survived Feng Jue's bullying until this day.
Now the tables had turned. Once the victim, even the profound-minded Feng Jiu couldn't help feeling a miraculous sense of "Thirty years on the east bank of the river, thirty on the west; do not take the poor youth lightly."