(o▽)o Wang Xifeng Teaches Her Husband a Lesson
Two more days passed...
At Rongguo Mansion, in the small reception room of the main building in the rear courtyard of the floating island where Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng lived.
It was afternoon. Outside the window, spirit plants swayed gently. Sunlight streamed through the carved lattice and the dense spiritual energy, casting faint shadows on the brocade carpet.
The furnishings in the couple's small reception room were nothing short of lavish. Every piece of furniture was made of rosewood, crafted with exquisite skill and polished to a gleam. The curio shelves displayed all manner of antiques, jade objects, and magical artifacts rarely seen by ordinary people or even ordinary cultivators. Even the air was filled with a faint, almost visible haze of spiritual energy.
In the mortal world or certain sects, such a place would practically count as a blessed grotto-heaven.
But here, it was merely ordinary "mist." The people of Jia Residence seemed to take it for granted and hardly valued it.
Wasn't that so?
"..."
That morning, Wang Xifeng, the second mistress in charge of Rongguo Mansion, was reclining on a chaise longue by the window, idly twirling a delicate fan with a jade handle as she rested with her eyes closed.
She wore a pomegranate-red brocade skirt woven with gold, with a thin, gossamer-light apricot gauze vest over it. Her hair was styled in an elaborate peony coiffure and adorned with gold and jade, making her look dazzlingly opulent.
Though she possessed no particularly high cultivation, her phoenix-shaped eyes, arched brows, slender figure, and alluring bearing made her seem formidable without showing her temper. Spring seemed to linger in her fair face; her red lips had not yet opened, but her smile was already audible. Her shrewd, capable