Master Duanmu was stumped by Feng Wu's words.
Why was this girl so annoying? Would it kill her to shut up?
Master Duanmu threw a dirty look at Feng Wu. "I made this myself. How can it be from a fighter jet from the Dongsang Kingdom? Young lady, envy won't help you. The most important thing is to study. You're still so young, and you're already resorting to such unorthodox methods. What are you going to do in the future?"
After giving Feng Wu a contemptuous look, Master Duanmu said to Jun Linyuan, "Your Royal Highness, I drew the inscriptions on the propeller with my penknife. They're sacred and can't be demeaned."
In other words, he was asking Jun Linyuan to discipline his maid.
Feng Wu smiled. "But why do the inscriptions on the propeller look so similar to the ones from Dongsang?"
Master Duanmu scolded angrily, "Have you seen a Dongsang inscription propeller? Don't spout nonsense!"
Feng Wu said, "I have."
