"No, I can’t just follow his arrangements. Otherwise, I might not even see him for the next three days!" Sunny thought to herself, deciding she had to meet Evan Chu.
The next moment, Sunny’s face bloomed with a sugary sweet smile as she looked at Jackson Wenren and asked, "What should I call you?"
Jackson Wenren responded nervously, since she was Princess Myra’s personal maid: "My name is Jackson Wenren."
"That's a nice name. Can you take me to see Evan Chu?"
Sunny’s smile grew even sweeter.
"Okay!"
Jackson Wenren nodded instinctively, but immediately realized it was inappropriate and shook his head, "No, no!"
Sunny inwardly cursed her luck, then continued with a voice so sweet it could kill, even putting on a bit of a pout: "Brother Wenren, please! Take me to Evan Chu, won’t you?"
For a moment, Jackson Wenren felt his whole body turn to jelly and hurriedly nodded, "Okay, okay!"
"Thank you, Brother Wenren!"
With Jackson Wenren leading the way, Sunny arrived in front of the courtyard where Evan Chu was staying.
"Miss Sunny, our captain lives right here!"
"Mm, I see. You’re not needed here anymore, you can go now!" Sunny’s face suddenly turned cold, and she waved her hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.
Jackson Wenren felt awful, suddenly realizing he’d been used.
"Why are you still here? Hurry up and go!"
Sunny shot him another glare, urging him on.
Jackson Wenren’s face froze; unable to stay any longer, he turned and left. Seeing this, Sunny’s lips curled in disdain, then she pushed open the door and walked in.
It was just after sunrise, the light soft and comfortable as it shone on people.
Sunny entered the courtyard just in time to see Evan Chu finishing a set of boxing forms.
"Why are you here?"
Evan Chu glanced at Sunny with a calm expression and asked indifferently.
"Hmph! I’m here to honor the bet!" For some reason, just seeing Evan Chu made Sunny furious.
"Since you’re here to honor the bet, you should know you’re my maid now. So as a maid, why did you barge in without being summoned? Do you have any idea how to follow the rules?"
Faced with Evan Chu’s questioning, Sunny’s face froze, then anger surged up and she blurted out, "Evan Chu, don’t push your luck! I may be here for the bet, but I won’t let you bully me!"
"Get out!"
Evan Chu barked coldly.
"What?"
"Get out!"
Evan Chu stared at her coldly, his tone utterly indifferent.
"You’re telling me to get out?"
Sunny raised a finger at Evan Chu, her petite body trembling with fury.
Evan Chu’s voice rang out again: "I really don’t know how Princess Myra trains her maids. You don’t even understand the difference between master and servant. I’ll say it one more time—get out. Knock and wait for my permission before you come in. Otherwise, just go back to wherever you came from. I don’t need a maid who doesn’t know the rules!"
...You...!
Sunny was so angry she almost turned and left, but she remembered that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to help the princess recruit this infuriating guy.
So she gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, I’ll go out!"
The next moment, Sunny turned and walked out, then knocked twice on the door. "Young Master, may I come in?"
"Come in," Evan Chu nodded.
Feeling wronged, Sunny walked into the courtyard, about to speak, but Evan Chu cut her off: "Go bring me breakfast!"
...You...!
Sunny was once again left speechless—he really was treating her like a maid.
"What’s wrong? If you don’t want to do it, just go back!"
"Fine, I’ll go!"
Sunny shot Evan Chu a hateful glare, then turned and stormed off again.
"Come back!"
She had just stepped out of the courtyard when Evan Chu’s voice sounded again.
"Young Master, do you have any other orders?" Sunny asked, struggling to contain her anger.
"You’re doing a terrible job as a maid. Do you even know what kind of breakfast I like?"
Sunny was stunned, but managed to keep her anger in check: "I don’t know what kind of breakfast you like, Young Master."
"Just bring me a bowl of spirit rice porridge and a plate of pickles."
"Yes!"
Sunny nodded, but didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she asked, "Young Master, do you have any other orders?"
"That’s all. Don’t keep me waiting!"
"Yes!"
Watching Sunny leave full of resentment, Evan Chu shook his head speechlessly. He’d only wanted to make things difficult for her so she’d give up, but she actually endured it. Clearly, she had another motive for coming, not just to honor the bet.
Soon, Sunny returned with a bowl of spirit rice porridge and a plate of pickles, placing them respectfully on the stone table in the courtyard. "Young Master, please enjoy your meal!"
"You didn’t put anything in the porridge, did you?" Evan Chu asked, eyeing her.
"Of course not!" Sunny replied calmly.
"If that’s true, then drink this porridge yourself!" Evan Chu said with a half-smile.
"How could a maid dare drink her master’s porridge!" Sunny’s eyes flashed with panic—she really had added something to the porridge. It wasn’t poison, but a strange concoction accidentally made by a court alchemist from the Central Empire.
Anyone who ate it would have diarrhea for days, even a demi-god martial artist wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
Evan Chu sneered, "I don’t feel like eating porridge anymore, but food shouldn’t be wasted. You drink it!"
Feeling more and more uneasy under Evan Chu’s relentless pressure, Sunny pretended to stay calm: "I’m not hungry. If you don’t want it, I’ll just take it away."
As she spoke, she started to put the porridge and pickles back on the tray to take them away.
"Put it down!"
Evan Chu’s voice sounded again: "If you want to stay here, drink this porridge. Otherwise, leave immediately!"
"I..."
Sunny gritted her teeth: "Fine, I’ll drink it!"
The next moment, Sunny picked up the spirit rice porridge and gulped it down in one go.
Just then, Evan Chu burst out laughing: "Ha! I don’t know what you put in the porridge, but it can’t be anything good. Drinking it even though you know there’s something in it—should I call you foolish, or just plain foolish?"
"You knew I put something in the porridge?" Sunny glared at Evan Chu.
"What do you think?" Evan Chu replied, his face full of amusement.
"You... bastard!"
Sunny couldn’t even describe how she felt right then. Suddenly, she felt her stomach rumble, and her expression changed dramatically.
"So it was a laxative! The latrine’s that way—no need to thank me!" Evan Chu pointed teasingly.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Sunny’s figure disappeared from sight.
Pfft!
Wei Le walked out of the room, laughing softly: "Young Master, was it really alright to trick her like that? She’s Princess Myra’s personal maid, after all."
Evan Chu just smiled indifferently: "She brought it on herself, what’s it got to do with me? Besides, that maid’s a bit slow. If I can help train her, Princess Myra will be grateful, not angry!"