979 Beautiful Master 4

And there was no time to waste.

Feng Wu turned to Qiuling. “Run a bath for me, please. I need to get changed.”

“Miss, let me help you with that.”

Qiuling burst into tears again when she saw Feng Wu’s bloodstained clothes. She had to turn her face away, so that Feng Wu wouldn’t see her tears.

Feng Wu was going to turn her down when Qiuling said hastily, “But, miss, the blood has already dried up and your clothes are stuck to your wounds. You could tear those cuts open again…

“Plus, you can’t treat the wounds on your back…” Qiuling said in a pleading voice.

“Alright, alright, I’ll let you do it.” Feng Wu looked at Chaoge, Feng Xiaoqi, Uncle Qiu, and the others in turn. “We’re facing some very tough enemies, so you’ll have to work harder on your cultivation. We’ll protect this family together.”

“Yes!”

Feng Wu’s little speech got everyone’s adrenaline pumping. Fighting back their tears, they returned to their rooms and started cultivating right away.

Before, the sense of urgency hadn’t been as pressing, and they hadn’t felt the need to practice as soon as they opened their eyes.

But danger was approaching now; every moment could mean life or death, and they had to put in all their efforts!

Qiuling helped Feng Wu into the bathroom.

Feng Wu gave Qiuling a wry smile as the latter slowly cut her clothes off.

“It’ll take forever. Don’t bother.”

After that, Feng Wu climbed into the wooden tub and sat down in the hot water.

The air filled with steam —

Qiuling’s eyes widened!

For the water turned red right away.

Qiuling had finally stopped crying, but she burst into tears again.

Feng Wu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Why do you have so many tears? Don’t cry.”

Qiuling was almost out of breath.

“Other young ladies would cry their eyes out when they poke their fingers with a sewing needle, but, miss, you —”

Qiuling went on crying as she poured hot water over Feng Wu’s shoulders.

Feng Wu smiled bitterly. “I’m used to this.”

And those words sent Qiuling into tears all over again.

Feng Wu shook her head in resignation. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop talking like that, okay?”

To Feng Wu, getting hurt had become a part of life. She didn’t mind getting injured every day if it meant that she would be able to talk to her master.

After Feng Wu finally got rid of all the blood, Qiuling helped her out of the tub, treated all her wounds, then bandaged her up.

The room almost felt too quiet. Feng Wu turned around and saw that her maid was crying again.

Patting Qiuling on the head, Feng Wu sighed. “I’ll be more careful from now on. Happy?”

Qiuling’s eyes were red from all the crying. She knew very well that her mistress had a lot on her shoulders.

Hence, Qiuling made a mental note to work harder on her cultivation so that she could share some of that responsibility, even just a little.

“Miss, is there a crash course in cultivation?”

Feng Wu had put on some new clothes, and had been about to go out, when Qiuling asked the question.

It had to be because of her wounds.

Turning around, Feng Wu looked Qiuling in the eye. “A crash course comes with high risks. You can injure yourself in the process. You really don’t have to…”