Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1438 - 1439: Fatty Mao Er Returns (4)
An Zhifeng’s question made Chiang Yu’s face stiffen, and he sighed helplessly, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"It’s not that I don’t want to learn, it’s because my body can’t handle it."
"Can’t learn?" An Zhifeng raised an eyebrow.
"Many years ago, due to family disputes, I was poisoned as a child and became a cripple since then. If it weren’t for Elder Du, the Sect Leader, who saved my life and preserved this poor body of mine, I might not have lived to this day. But although my life was saved, I can never cultivate ancient martial arts in this lifetime." As Chiang Yu recalled the events of the past, a mix of gratitude and regret filled his heart. In the martial arts world, not being able to cultivate ancient martial arts is such a pity. He was young once and had dreamed of becoming an ancient martial arts expert, capable of flying on roofs and walking on walls. But these were only dreams for him. Every day when he opened his eyes, he was still just an ordinary person, unable to even truss a chicken, relying on others for protection.
"Uh... Mr. Chiang, if I may be so bold, have you perhaps forgotten about the young lady?" An Zhifeng scratched the back of his head, feeling his temples throb.
Chiang Yu was taken aback, his usually wise face showed a rare moment of daze, with a glimmer of impending clarity deep in his eyes.
"Ahem, Mr. Chiang, the young lady is a divine doctor. We were all ordinary people before, but it was thanks to her that we became martial cultivators." An Zhifeng explained, holding back his laughter.
Chiang Yu’s mind buzzed, the light that was shrouded in clouds suddenly shone brilliantly. Of course, how could he have forgotten about his Young Sect Leader!
"Feng, Mr. Feng..."
"Military Advisor Chiang, just call me Ah Feng," An Zhifeng reminded with a smile.
"Ah, alright! Ah Feng, could the Sect Leader really heal my body? Can I really cultivate ancient martial arts?" The sudden joy was almost unbelievable to Chiang Yu, and his tone was filled with cautiousness along with a bit of hope.
An Zhifeng nodded confidently, "Rest assured, Mr. Chiang, the young lady never neglects her own. According to her, she hopes we all live long enough so she can act as a hands-off manager for a few more years! Don’t worry!"
Chiang Yu nodded excitedly, unable to hide the joy in his eyes. Normally, he kept his emotions in check, showing no fear even facing Long Zaitian. But now, he was trembling with excitement, proving just how much this matter thrilled him.
Chiang Yu and An Zhifeng chatted leisurely for a while, and after a long time, An Yiqing broke out of the Eighteen Golden Figures Formation once again.
However, this time, she was not alone. In her hands, she held a little white cat with snow-white fur and a touch of fiery red hair on its forehead.
"Uh, young lady, who is this..." An Zhifeng blinked awkwardly, involuntarily referring to the cat as "this one" instead of "this cat."
Right after he spoke, he clearly saw the little white cat in An Yiqing’s arms roll its eyes, looking at him with thick disdain.
In an instant, An Zhifeng felt like his head was struck by a thunderbolt, with only one thought in mind – he was looked down upon by a cat...
Similarly, Chiang Yu was astonished by the little white cat, marveling at its spiritual energy and adorable appearance. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
"Ahem, I’m feeling a bit tired, going back to sleep now, you guys chat."
With that, An Yiqing disappeared swiftly with the little white cat in her arms under the dumbfounded gazes of An Zhifeng and Chiang Yu.
In the room, on a big water-blue bed, a little white furball was hopping and rolling back and forth non-stop.
