Godly Empress Doctor

Feng Wu looked so trustworthy.

Feng Xun stared at her for a minute before he gave a nod. He then left with the medicine.

“Miss, are you not going with him? Are you sure they’ll be alright?” Qiuling was concerned.

After all, the patient was Lady Northern Feng.

“The medicine will solve her problem.” Feng Wu was very confident.

In fact, Feng Wu was too busy to leave home.

She was designing a formation.

Since Grand Secretary Fang had given her the property next door, Feng Wu decided that she would make full use of the lode underground.

Dig the spiritual stones out? That didn’t seem like the most ideal choice.

Instead, Feng Wu decided that she would build a cultivation formation on top of that lode. With her current capability, she could easily build a Grandmaster Level essence-gathering formation. With it, Xiaoqi, Qiuling, and the others would be able to get double the results with half the work.

After studying the terrain, Feng Wu set out to build a small Immortal Taiyi formation.

Thus, Feng Wu spent the whole night focusing on drawing out the formation. She had to be very precise with her strokes!

Quiling bustled in and out of the room, delivering Quling tea and hot towels to her mistress.

Feng Wu was consuming an abundant amount of spiritual essence while she drew the diagram, which made her sweat profusely.

The sweat had to be wiped off before it dripped down; the drawing would be ruined if even one drop of sweat fell on it.

Feng Wu had left the instruction before she started working.

Qiuling looked at her mistress.

Miss Wu could be carefree and lighthearted at times, and she never hesitated to pretend or show weakness when necessary. However, when she put her mind to something, she held nothing back.

Right now, Feng Wu seemed to be in an enigmatic, indescribable state. She kept adding more to the drawing, and with each stroke, more spiritual essence was consumed.

She had long drained her spiritual essence and was only able to hold on because of top-grade spiritual stones and Quling tea.

One after another, the top-grade spiritual stones shattered into little pieces, and no matter how many cups of Quling tea Qiuling brought in, Feng Wu downed them all. Qiuling looked at Feng Wu’s pale lips and the cold sweat on her forehead —

Qiuling worried about her mistress so much.

But she knew better than to disturb Feng Wu or try to talk her out of it.

In moments like this, Feng Wu was the most stubborn. She would lose her temper if anyone tried to interrupt her when she was working.

Qiuling had no idea how long it would take Feng Wu to finish…

Leaning against the doorframe. Qiuling looked up at the silver moon and kept Feng Wu company.

Soon, it was deep into the night.

Then dawn came and the eastern sky began to light up.

The first ray of sunlight painted the sky orange.

Only then did Feng Wu put down her pen.

“Miss —”

Qiuling already had a towel ready, which had been heated to the right temperature to soothe Feng Wu’s fatigue.

Feng Wu put the hot towel over her face. The steam felt very comfortable.

She glanced at Qiuling. “You soaked the towel in hot Quling tea. What a waste.”

With the steam from the Quling tea, Feng Wu’s eyes felt rested and looked as limpid as before.

Qiuling took the towel, then handed Feng Wu a pair of soft slippers.

All of Feng Wu’s shoes were made by Qiuling to the exact measurement of Feng Wu’s feet. They always fit Feng Wu nicely.

“Qiuling, it’s so wonderful to have you around. I don’t think I’d know what to do without you.” Feng Wu enjoyed Qiuling’s service.

Qiuling smiled gently. “Miss Wu, you’re meant for important things. Helping you with the petty matters is all I can do.”