The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 1287: Chapter 1281:

Xin Lin took a bite of the bun and sipped some tea, crossing her legs.

"Feng Xi, how does it look? How’s the calligraphy?"

Feng Xi sighed.

"Good writing."

Feng Xi had practiced magic for over twenty years and had never seen such stylish writing.

Even though it’s just the character for "money."

The most vulgar character, yet written in the most unconventional way.

Much like Xin Lin herself.

She appeared young, yet had a deep, enigmatic mind, making her hard to figure out.

"Exactly, you should see whose writing this is. This is Wang Xi..."

Xin Lin bragged.

"Whose writing?"

Feng Xi was puzzled.

Xin Lin almost choked on her bun.

"I mean, it’s my signature writing. Rest assured, when you give it to Landlord Zhou tomorrow morning, he’ll be more than satisfied; those pesky troubles will all be gone."

She couldn’t very well say it was Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy.

When Xin Lin was locked in the Dark Organization years ago, she was so bored that an adjacent elderly traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, a fanatical calligraphy enthusiast, often had Xin Lin copy calligraphy collections.

Xin Lin was someone who learned what she wanted, and when escaping the Dark Organization, she jokingly claimed she could live as a rich bachelorette just by selling fake calligraphy of Wang Xizhi instead of being an irregular female soldier.

In terms of martial cultivation, the Eastern Continent was formidable, but when it comes to calligraphy, any person there would kneel to call the Holy King of Calligraphy daddy. "You win. So tell me, what’s your real purpose for looking for me tonight?"

Feng Xi looked over the calligraphy a few times and carefully put it away.

"You know my purpose isn’t straightforward?"

Xin Lin blinked.

"These buns weren’t made by you."

Feng Xi said softly.

"Ugh... Monk, you’re way too discerning."

Xin Lin hadn’t made any new flavored buns recently; these were taken from Chu’s Restaurant and made by Mu Yi.

Mu Yi’s culinary skills were top-notch, even Xin Lin herself couldn’t taste any difference.

But Monk Feng Xi discerned it with one bite?

Barely holding back embarrassment, Xin Lin felt a bit awkward.

"A bet’s a bet, just speak up."

Feng Xi didn’t seem to mind much.

"I came to ask for your help to persuade the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship to go to the Imperial Palace and save Lady Shifei; someone’s out to harm her."

Xin Lin mulled it over, considering how to convince Monk Feng Xi about Lady Shifei’s situation.

Feng Xi seemed easygoing, but at times, he was very rigid, making him hard to persuade.

Once Xin Lin finished speaking, Feng Xi’s expression turned a bit odd.

"What? Not doable? You absolutely have to help me. Lady Shifei has lost her child and is imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, suffering wrongful accusations. She’s really pitiable."

Xin Lin’s face crinkles like a little bun.

"I have heard about Lady Shifei’s situation."

Feng Xi was also aware of the happenings in the Imperial Palace.

This matter was indeed suspicious.

"So you’ll help? No, it must be the Minister who agrees. How about you take me to visit him personally to plead?"

Xin Lin glanced outside the wing; not far away stood another wing, which Feng Xi claimed was the Minister’s residence.

Yet, at this hour, the lights were out—perhaps the Minister had retired to bed?

Xin Lin grew more worried.

If she doesn’t free Lady Shifei tonight, it will be much harder to rescue her on another day.

"I’ll make a trip to the palace."

Feng Xi pondered for a moment, then blurted out.