Peerless Alchemist: Useless Sixth Miss

"This… so this is where" Turning her head to the direction of the voice, Rong Fangsu saw that it was Zhang Xiu, who strobe in.

"Zhang Xiu what brought you all the way here?" her voice is calm like a clear spring naught of ripple. This sudden visit caused Rong Fangsu to smile. Her luck seemed to be quite good indeed. Since you decide to deliver money to her door step, I will gladly accept it.

"Zhang Wen Jing! You trash, why are you here?!"

Zhang Xiu was wholeheartedly gave a chase after she heard that the walnut pastry she waiting for had gone missing from the Manor's kitchen. That why she tracked all the way here, followed it sweet scent and this is where she end up.

"Hah do you think I wanted to see you. You, TRASH!" Zhang Xiu spat the last word like it was something dirty. But from disdain in her eyes is so strong that it's no different from looking at dirty piece of garbage rather than a sister…

In respond, Rong Fangsu coldly sneered and replied: "Did you lose your mind Zhang Xiu? You even need to ask why? Seriously sister this is my courtyard, where would I be if not here?" She laughed coldly as a replied.

Zhang Xiu snorted "Your courtyard? Hah, this place is part of Zhang Manor, so it belong to Father, there is no such thing as your courtyard!"

"Yes, it Father's courtyard doesn't mean it not your either?" Rong Fangsu calmly answered, pouring herself a cup of tea at the same time.

"Zhang Wen Jing, you!" Zhang Xiu face redden in pure anger, stomping her feet as strobe forward.

Before anyone noticed Zhang Guili was already in front of Rong Fangsu, the boy shielded her with his smaller body, his position upright and solid as Mt. Tai. Such scene playing in front of her, warmed Rong Fangsu's heart.

The little boy wore thin cheap clothes of dark blue tone and his big eyes fiercely glare at arrogant Zhang Xiu. His face looked milky white and tender with a small crumb around the mouth from previous pastry; his features were delicate and absolutely adorable. Yet his expression is stern and powerful, his sword-like brow knitted as he confronted the rude girl before him.

"Don't touch my Sister!" His word harsh, as if he's scolding her.

"Be quite, you prick, garbage like you should know their place. So it you who stole the walnut pastry! On top of being low birth you're a petty thief as well" Seeing those little crumb around his lip, she piece a picture together.

"Thief? Since pastry is in a kitchen, it meant to be eaten what wrong with eating it? Did you think you the only one with surname Zhang?" Guili's large eyes stared at the crude girl in front of him as if she's a moron.

Before the Zhang Xiu can retort, he quickly added: "Since I'm 'garbage' what about you huh Sister?" He smirked at the word as he purposely stretched the syllable.

"Who is your Sister? I have no little brother like you. How can a bastard like you be even related to me?" Her voice sounded arrogant and vile, unfitted of her lady-like image.

Hearing the word 'bastard' Guili frown, inside his heart a bitter feeling. Bastard, yes he is a bastard child born from a mere maid that his so benevolent Father knock up one night, although later she did become a concubine but most of his sibling never put him in their eyes. Even worst servant looked down on him. Many pitied him but not his Sister Wen Jing that why she his favorite he won't let anyone hurt her not on his watch.

Zhang Xiu's expression darken as she seen the looked in his eyes disobedient, then from here an anger turned to fury. She hated it, how dare a bastard child like him dare glare at her like this, she a genuine young mistress in the Zhang family, not just some brat born from maid. With that thought she raised her hand ready to slap the boy.

Exactly at this moment, a person suddenly stepped in between the boy and the girl.

Then in the next second, the slap stopped midway, due to death grip from a slender snow-white hand. Abruptly halted in stagnation due to a single hand, gently and firmly, her heavy grip leave a reddish bruise on Zhang Xiu delicate wrist.

"Little Guili, are you okay?" Coming into the eyes of the astonished Zhang Guili was a pretty young girl smiling at him, except from a red mar in the middle of her forehead, her overall was delicate and soft. Her gentle expression made one feel warm around.

"Zhang Wen Jing, you cheap bitch what are you're doing let go!" Against her sturdy grip, the crude girl struggle trying to break free.

"Why should I?"

Zhang Xiu sarcastically retorted: "On what basis can you do that? You're just a trash, and that" her finger rudely point at Guili like some garbage on the road. "That just some bastard child born from a mere servant. As if I related to that!"

Rong Fangsu coldly smiled: "Whether Guili is related to me or not, to you or not, certain someone know the answer with a full heart yet denied it, somebody sure is shameless liar that lie even to herself. Ahh pitiful"

"Yo-You!" her face redden with anger.

In that moment, Rong Fangsu's grip abruptly loosen, and a strong force collided at her knee cause her to lose balance and support at the same moment.

Bang!

The poor girl landed head first against a hard floor yet nobody pity. Instead the loud solid sound companied with an innocent laughter: "Hehehehhhh" Guili broke out into laughter.

"Y-You trash you dare scheme against me!!!"

"Please Seventh Sister, as you been saying I'm a mere trash, how can I harm a Martial Practitioner? You can't blame me because you tripped on your own. What wrong to do eat too many pastries that you can't support your weight anymore?" She gave a joyful laugh.

"Yo-You!" Red in the face, her fury scorched through her body causing her limb to tremble uncontrolledly.

Under her barrage of taunts and merry laughter, Zhang Xiu was really at her limit. Eyes darkening, she narrowly avoided faintly on site.

"Seventh Young Miss!" The maid who rushed after her, hurriedly dashed to support her.

Unfortunately the girl was fuming so viciously, a second later she fainted on spot. A few maidservants came over and lifted their unconscious mistress and promptly left without looking back.