Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng smiled slightly, pleased with Xue Yao's praise.

He reached out and gently pinched Xueyao's delicate, smooth cheek; the touch was warm and moist.

"Your little mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter; you know how to talk."

Xueyao blushed slightly at his affectionate gesture, but instead of flinching, she rubbed her cheek against his palm.

She replied obediently, "It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, young master."

That wasn't entirely flattery.

After spending the past two weeks together, she had a pretty good grasp of Lin Feng's personality, habits, and even some of his unique hobbies.

For example, he would always bring out clothes that she had never heard of or seen before for her to wear. Such as black stockings that were as thin as cicada wings but could outline the amazing curves of her legs.

What kind of strange dress is it that looks dignified but actually hides a secret, with its key parts cut out and partially revealed?

The styles were bold and novel, even more exaggerated than the clothes designed to please guests in Wangchun Pavilion, some of which consisted of just a few ropes.

When she first put them on, she was so ashamed she almost wanted to disappear, but there was no denying that although the clothes were shameful, they were exceptionally beautiful and made her figure even more alluring.

She is still wearing the bra that Lin Feng gave her.

Lin Feng is very bad, but she loves him because of his badness.

Over the past two weeks, Lin Feng's attitude towards her, while not exactly gentle and considerate, has not been harsh or abusive, except at night.

She never lacked food, clothing, or daily necessities; in fact, they would occasionally bring out things that left her speechless.

Those unknown fruits with bright colors, strange shapes, and sweet taste.

Those exquisitely packaged desserts and pastries with amazingly rich and layered flavors.

There are also drinks packaged in strange jars that hiss and release steam when you pull them open, and that taste incredibly refreshing.

Even some dishes that she couldn't name but were incredibly delicious.

Everything was far beyond what she had known for the past ten years.

She originally thought that she had seen many rare items brought by high-ranking officials and nobles at Wangchun Pavilion, so she was quite knowledgeable.

In front of Lin Feng, she felt like a country girl who had just come from a poor, remote area, full of ignorance and curiosity about the world.

Lin Feng briefly stretched his wrists and ankles to make sure his outfit wouldn't hinder his movements before preparing to leave.

"Young master, I would like to go to the training ground to cheer you on."

Xueyao followed to the door, looking up with her eyes full of anticipation.

She longed to see the young master's heroic bearing on the martial arts stage.

Lin Feng paused slightly, glanced back at her, and said in a calm but confident tone, "There's no need for cheering."

In this county-level exam, I'm sure to be among the top ten.

If you want to go and see what's going on, go ahead, but remember to keep a low profile and don't attract attention.

"Yes, young master, I understand."

Xueyao nodded quickly, "I'll change into something inconspicuous when I go out, and wear a veil to cover myself up."

She also knew that if she appeared in front of people with this appearance and bright clothes, it would be too conspicuous.

Moreover, she was once the most beautiful courtesan at Wangchun Pavilion, and many people recognized her face.

She had decided to sever ties with the past and was unwilling to cause Lin Feng any unnecessary gossip or trouble.

Lin Feng nodded in agreement.

He pushed open the courtyard gate, one foot already across the threshold, but then, as if remembering something, he pulled it back and turned to Xueyao, saying, "Oh, right."

Go back and find two quick-witted, honest, and reliable old women.

Xueyao was taken aback upon hearing this, and her heart tightened immediately. She hurriedly asked, "Young Master, but... but what did Xueyao do wrong?"

"I can do all the chores well, like washing clothes, chopping wood, and cooking!"

She was afraid that she had made some mistake that displeased Lin Feng, who would then want to find someone to replace her.

Lin Feng shook his head, his gaze falling on her hands clasped in front of her: "No, that's not it. You're quite meticulous in your work."

He then changed the subject, saying, "But after these past two weeks, your hands don't feel as smooth and delicate as they used to be."

The touch was unpleasant for me; let others do the rough work.

He reached out and took Xueyao's hand in his, gently stroking the slightly rough skin on the back of her hand with his fingertips.

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority: "From now on, you must take good care of these hands, understand?"

Heavy chores, such as chopping wood, washing heavy clothes, and washing dishes, were left to the hired maids.

You only need to be responsible for delicate tasks that won't hurt your hands.

It's best to soak the baby in milk every night for nourishment; if you don't have anything else, milk is plenty.

Xueyao then realized that it wasn't that they disliked her, but rather... that they cared about this.

A huge weight was lifted from her heart instantly, and she even felt a touch of indescribable sweetness.

So the young master even noticed such details.

Thinking of Lin Feng's sometimes wicked sense of humor, two blushes rose on her face again.

He lowered his head and said, "Yes, young master."

Xueyao has remembered this and will definitely take good care of herself.

Only after Lin Feng's figure disappeared at the alley entrance did Xue Yao gently close the door.

She raised her hands and examined them carefully.

Things are definitely not like they used to be.

Compared to the hands she had at Wangchun Pavilion, which were pristine, white, and delicate, never having touched a drop of water.

Now, the knuckles of these hands are slightly rough from being constantly wet, and the skin on the back of the hands has lost some of its luster.

The once smooth, creamy texture now feels slightly rougher due to frequent work.

Xueyao also secretly made up her mind to take good care of herself as the young master instructed.

She knew that her greatest advantage was her beauty, and if she lost that advantage, she would truly fall out of favor.

Meanwhile, in the western district of Yongguan County.

The usually empty training ground was now bustling with people, packed to the brim.

The county-level martial arts examination, held once every five years, is a rare and lively event for this remote county.

Not only did people from the city come to watch, young and old, but also some martial arts enthusiasts or curious people from nearby towns made a special trip to see it.

The training ground was surrounded by colorful flags, and the area below the stage was divided into waiting areas for contestants, competition areas, and audience areas. Although it was somewhat simple, it was well-organized.

Lin Feng passed the verification with his martial arts prodigy badge and was led by a constable to the contestants' waiting area.

To his surprise, there were very few people in the waiting area; including himself, there were only eight people in total.

His gaze swept over the other seven people.

Zhao Erniu stood not far away and nodded to him.

Of the other six, two were familiar faces: Yuan Chun, the senior disciple of Black Tiger Martial Arts School, and the eldest disciple of Li Family Martial Arts School.

I saw it at Fuhu Mountain Village before.

The remaining four people were completely unfamiliar to Lin Feng.

Judging from their demeanor, two of them were probably soldiers.

When Lin Feng appeared in the waiting area, the people from Black Tiger Martial Arts School were clearly taken aback.

Especially the eldest brother, Yuan Chun, whose eyes flashed with undisguised astonishment.

Two months ago, during the siege of Fuhu Mountain stronghold, Lin Feng mysteriously disappeared midway and has been missing ever since.

They all thought Lin Feng had either died in the bandit battle or had fled to another place. They never expected that he would not only be alive, but also appear at the martial arts examination.

After all, Lin Feng has been keeping a very low profile lately.

At this moment, Zhao Boli, the newly appointed city lord, who was sitting on the platform, slowly glanced at the eight scattered contestants below the stage.

His eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and his face looked rather pale.

It's shameful, so incredibly shameful! We can't even gather ten people to participate in the martial arts examination.