3402 I’ll Leave Jun Linyuan (1)

At this thought, Master Duanmu sneered. “Who said I don’t know how to draw them?!”

As soon as he said that, Master Duanmu regained his confidence. He straightened his back and sneered. “I drew these blueprints one by one. Even if you tear them up, I’ll draw them again!

“You!” Master Duanmu pointed at Feng Wu with a grim look in his eyes. “The design of a fighter jet is so precious that it’s a national treasure. How can you break a national treasure?!”

At that, Master Duanmu looked at Jun Linyuan solemnly.

“Your Royal Highness, no one can predict what this evil woman will do in the future if she dares to destroy the blueprints now!

“I even suspect she’s a spy sent by the Dongsang Kingdom!”

…

Elder Dongfang had expected Master Duanmu to attack Feng Wu, but she hadn’t expected Master Duanmu to be so stupid as to accuse Feng Wu of being a spy from the Dongsang Kingdom.

Anyone in the Junwu Empire could be a spy, but not Feng Wu!

She had single-handedly turned the situation around. Sun Castle had suffered heavy losses. General Xue must be fuming right now.

Hence, Elder Dongfang quickly stood up and berated Master Duanmu. “Shut up!”

Master Duanmu believed his status wasn’t inferior to Elder Dongfang’s, so he didn’t want to shut up. He wanted to continue talking.

Elder Dongfang flew into a rage. “There are so many people here. Anyone could be a spy sent by the Dongsang Kingdom, but not Feng Wu! Both the crown prince and the marshal know that!”

When Master Duanmu saw how angry Elder Dongfang was, he didn’t continue.

Feng Wu stared at Master Duanmu. “Didn’t you say it was easy to draw? Go ahead.”

Master Duanmu said, “Who do you think you are? Do you think I’ll draw just because you want me to?”

Crossing her hands behind her back, Feng Wu smiled. “Master Duanmu, don’t you want me to stay away from the crown prince? As long as you can draw the original blueprints, I’ll do as you wish. Deal?”

The look on the crown prince’s face…

Elder Dongfang stole a glance, and her stomach lurched.

Master Duanmu sneered. “Alright!”

Elder Dongfang looked at Master Duanmu with pity.

She had already done what she could, but Master Duanmu insisted on going down that path, so what could she do?

Master Duanmu waved his hand.

“Give me some paper, a writing brush, and some ink!”

Soon, a short table and prayer mat were placed in front of Master Duanmu. He then sat down.

Immediately after, the brush, ink, paper and inkstone were all set out.

The brush was made from top-grade fox hair.

The ink was the best pine smoke and musk ink.

The paper was snow paper refined dozens of times over.

The inkstone had a fine and smooth surface.

…

Standing next to him, Feng Wu took the brush with one hand, held her sleeve out of the way, and dipped the brush in the ink. She then handed the ink brush to Master Duanmu and smiled at him. “Please.”

Master Duanmu sneered, grabbed the brush, and began to draw.

At first, he drew very quickly since it wasn’t difficult.

One page, two pages, three pages…

Master Duanmu seemed relaxed, and so were the people around him.

Elder Wu said to Elder Yin, “Look at how fast Master Duanmu is drawing. It’s obvious that Miss Feng Wu is making things up. She’s slandering him.”

After Feng Wu stared at him, Elder Yin didn’t dare oppose Feng Wu openly. However, he lowered his voice and nodded. “That’s right. I’ve always believed in Master Duanmu.”