Godly Empress Doctor

Chapter 325: Where Is My Brother?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Feng Wu rubbed her forehead. “Get to the point.”

Feng Xun explained in excitement as he followed Feng Wu up the stairs. “The first nine floors of this building are called ‘nine heavens,’ and the higher the floor one wants to visit, the more influential one has to be. The entry level for the bottom floor is a seventh-ranked official or the owner of a medium-scale business.”

Seeing how excited Feng Xun was, Feng Wu was starting to get a rough idea of who the owner of World Tower was…

“Take Feng Yanfeng, your uncle, as an example. Someone like him can only go up as high as the sixth floor.”

Feng Yanfeng could only go as far as the sixth floor? If Feng Wu remembered correctly, her uncle worked in the Ministry of Rites as a Ceremonial Master and was a third-ranked official in the imperial capital. But he could go no higher than the sixth floor?

Feng Wu shook her head. “You braggart.”

“I’m not!” Feng Xun snapped. “Your uncle is entertaining his guest, the respectful Mr Yan, up there. He wasn’t sure he could get to the seventh floor, so he came to ask me for help. Since he’s your uncle, I did him a favor and made an exception for him, and gave him access to Seventh Heaven. Come with me if you don’t believe me. I’ll take you to him.”

Feng Xun really showed Feng Wu the seventh floor after that.

The corridor of the seventh floor was decorated with peculiar murals, and the first thing Feng Wu noticed was a painting depicting a sudden downpour.

Wait!

Feng Wu’s eyes flickered. The painting didn’t seem special at first glance, but she sensed something on the second. After observing it closely, Feng Wu saw that it wasn’t any ordinary rainfall, but a shower of swords!

Feng Xun explained to Feng Wu with a gloating smile, “Each floor has different menus and different murals. The density of the spiritual essence differs from one floor to the other as well. The customers are strictly stratified here and that’s why everyone tries their best to move up the floors —”

They arrived outside a private room as they spoke.

And they could faintly make out the conversation inside.

“You flatter me, Sir Yan. Your daughter is smart and lovely and she’s sure to have a bright future. Here’s to your daughter.

“Sir Yan, of course you’re not old. You’re three years younger than me.

“Sir Yan…”

The person’s tone was filled with fulsome flattery, but he wasn’t doing a very good job at making his ingratiating words convincing enough.

That voice belonged to none other than Feng Yanfeng, Feng Wu’s uncle.

“Sir Yan is my eldest aunt’s husband,” said Feng Xun. “Your uncle works in the Ministry of Rites, but that’s not a very lucrative department and has little real power. So, he wants to get transferred to the Ministry of Official Personnel — it just so happens that the post of assistant minister there needs to be filled.

“Your uncle is the assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, so giving him that same position in a different ministry is doable, but the Ministry of Official Personnel has always been a popular one and everyone beats down the door to get it… How about I talk to my uncle for you?”

Feng Wu never liked her uncle that much, so she shook her head. “Don’t bother.”

Feng Xun only thought that Feng Wu was being polite and he chuckled. “My uncle can make it happen, although it’ll need some maneuvering. I can always go ask Boss Jun for help. It’ll be a piece of cake for him.”

Jun Linyuan? Feng Wu felt her temper rise at the mention of that name. She declined the offer again with an emotionless tone. “No thanks.”

Feng Xun tried to be persuasive. “Little Feng Wu, don’t be so stubborn. With your dad missing, your uncle is the only one who represents your clan. Your status will rise with him.”

Feng Xun had little idea of the complicated relationships in the Feng clan.

Feng Wu stared at him. “Why is my dad missing?”

“Well… how am I supposed to know that?”

“And what about my brother?” Feng Wu kept her gaze on Feng Xun.

“Right —” Only then was Feng Xun reminded of Feng Xiaoqi and he slapped the back of his head. “You know what? I still have that thing I need to take care of and off I go —”