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Wanyi had just learned some poetry, literature, and etiquette from me, and I feared she would look down on a horse groom.
With that thought in mind, I quickly instructed Zhi Xia, "Go call Tang Mufeng."
Tang Mufeng arrived promptly. He had changed into a different outfit and appeared calm. "Miss, you called for me."
I nodded. "How old are you this year?"
"Eighteen."
"Well, it's time to promote you," I said.
He looked at me in confusion.
"I have decided to appoint you as my personal aide," I declared.
His eyes flickered. "Miss, isn't that against the rules?"
"The rules are set by me," I replied.
"Thank you, Miss." He bowed respectfully.
"No need to thank me; just do your job well from now on," I said.
He acknowledged my words and left.
Zhi Xia asked me, "Miss, do you think promoting Tang Mufeng to your personal guard will resolve their conflict?"
I shook my head. "I don't know."
I was simply taking a gamble.
Tang Mufeng had changed into a new outfit. He wore a black soldier's uniform, black knee-high boots, and had a gun holster at his waist.
He was already tall and handsome, but in this attire, he looked even more dashing and extraordinary.
As he bent down to express his gratitude, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: what a fine son-in-law he would make. With such looks and physique, he truly had the kind of figure that looked slim in clothes yet fit without them.
I coughed lightly and said, "No need for formalities, just focus on your work."
"Yes," he replied, looking up at me with his dark eyes.
I felt a moment of daze under his gaze.
"Miss, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," I snapped back to reality. "You are now my personal aide; you need to be a bit sharper."
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to be sharper, Miss?"
I nodded. "Yes, sharper."
It would be best if he could spend more time with Wanyi during their shifts to foster some feelings early on.
He smiled slightly. "I understand."
His smile made my heart skip a beat.
Could it be that he has feelings for me?
That wasn't in the original story.
I cleared my throat. "You can go now."
He turned and left.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Zhi Xia asked me, "Miss, what's the matter?"
"Nothing," I waved my hand dismissively. "I'm just tired and need to rest for a while."
...
To facilitate Tang Mufeng's and Wanyi's interactions, I scheduled their shifts at the same time.
However, after a few days, there was no progress between them.
When they were together privately, the atmosphere was tense, and there was hardly any communication.
I asked Tang Mufeng how he felt about Wanyi.
His expression remained unchanged. "Replying to the Miss, my duty is to protect you, not to watch over the maid by your side."
I said nothing, lost in thought. Could this child really be emotionally distant? Or was he just too focused on his career to consider personal matters? This wouldn't do. My original plan was to let Tang Mufeng and Wanyi develop their relationship freely. But it seemed I would have to take matters into my own hands.
That night, I quietly slipped over to Tang Mufeng's place. When he opened the door and saw me, he looked quite surprised. "Miss, what brings you here?"
I leaned in closer and whispered, "Come with me to a place."
He frowned, "What place?"
"A nice place," I replied with a smile.
After a moment of silence, he nodded, "Alright."
I led him to the back garden of the General's Mansion. It was a beautiful garden with a large pond surrounded by lush trees and blooming flowers. In the center of the pond stood a small pavilion. I rowed a little boat with Tang Mufeng, leisurely gliding through the lotus flowers toward the pavilion.
Tang Mufeng looked puzzled. "Miss, what are we doing here?"
"Training," I said.
"Training?" His confusion deepened.
"Yes," I nodded. "Training you on how to interact with girls."
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