Volume 1: Regent's Stormy Weather 034 Not Disappointing the Mission

  The two figures were visibly taken aback, but they didn't show any expression. Feng Gonggong hastily stepped into the palace to report, and then smiled at Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan Shu, "Two concubines, the king is waiting for you."

  Mo Hanjin and Lan Xuan slightly nodded, then stepped into the bedroom, standing in the hall, but simultaneously turned their eyes inward, looking towards the inner chamber. The golden curtains and silk bed screens, beside the bed was scattered a bright red long shirt, while on the bed, Ye Mei's body was tightly pressed against Feng Ao Tian, her hands wrapped around his neck, revealing the quilt's edge. A pair of enchanting red lips slightly hooked, beautiful eyes narrowed, lip prints brushed against Feng Ao Tian's mouth corner, soft gasps continuous.

  Feng Ao Tian's lips lightly kissed his, those lip petals still red and swollen, face like a peach blossom, I see it is lovely, extremely beautiful beyond compare.

  Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan looked at the scene in front of them, and they knew what was happening inside the inner hall. However, they couldn't help but wonder why they had an urge to rush in now, when this place used to be a place they detested.

  Feng Ao Tian's cloak hung on his shoulders, with a lazy look, came down from the bed and whispered in his ear, "Stay well for me, I'll come over later."

  The night demon smiled softly, watching the phoenix proudly walk out of the inner hall. A flash of invisible sorrow flickered in her eyes, and then she pulled up the brocade quilt to cover her head. The night was still young, but he couldn't help feeling a rare sense of anticipation...

  Feng Ao Tian walked out of the inner hall, looked at Mu Han Jin and Lan Yun Shu, took out the prepared exit token, "Take it."

  Lan Jing took the token with a bowed head, and in his eyes, this token of leaving the mansion was incredibly heavy. He could really leave this prison and do what he wanted to do now. Thinking of this, his inner excitement overflowed beyond words.

  Feng Ao Tian snapped his fingers, "Assign Al Ar Sai to secretly protect the Blue Servant Concubine and await his orders at all times."

  "Yes." Soul Cold replied in a cold tone.

  Lan Yun knelt on the ground, "Your humble servant thanks the Regent King, I will definitely not disappoint your mission and complete my task well."

  "Alright, it's done. I'll keep my promise to you. I'll be waiting for your triumphant return." Feng Ao Tian slightly raised his hand and handed the blue token to Lan Jing, placing another token in his hand, "You can mobilize troops within the two Huai regions as you see fit."

  Lan Yun tightly grasped the token in his hand, feeling its weight even more heavily. This was a kind of trust, yet this trust was something he had never thought of, nor dared to hope for. Why would he be trusted so much?

  Mo Hanjin stood quietly to one side, unable to make sense of the events that had transpired in recent days. He didn't know what tune the Regent King was singing now, but he had been silently drawn into her trap. Now, wanting to escape seemed difficult, yet why did he still have a glimmer of hope in his heart?

  Lan Xuan stepped out of the palace, raised his eyes, and now the sun was shining brightly, the sky was extremely good. He took a deep breath, and for the first time, he didn't feel the suffocating, desperate atmosphere of the Regent's Palace had such free and easy air. A warm smile played on his lips, as if he were basking in the spring breeze. He lifted his feet and walked quickly towards the main gate of the palace.

  Lord Feng looked at Lan Xuan's joyful footsteps, thinking that in the past two years, every man who entered the Wang Mansion had a gloomy face. When was there ever such a carefree and lively appearance? He couldn't help but secretly sigh, his master was truly powerful.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin and said, "Come over."

  Mu Hanjin took a step forward, but his heart was slightly trembling, and even his fingers were shaking. He didn't know what he was nervous about. Every time he saw her, he would habitually fall silent and become indifferent. But this time, for some reason, he felt inexplicably tense from the bottom of his heart.

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand and pulled him into her arms, he lowered his head and sat obediently in her arms. "What are you doing with your head down?" The cold voice had a hint of tenderness, sounding unusually gentle.

  Mo Hanjin let out a sigh, what's wrong with him? What is he nervous about? She wasn't the original her anymore, what did he have to be afraid of?

  As she thought of this, she raised her eyes and happened to collide with his inquiring gaze into her deep pupils. Her body paused for a moment, and she furrowed her brow, saying, "Your humble servant..."

  Feng Ao Tian couldn't help but smile softly at his shy appearance, "Leng Qian Ye is currently living in your courtyard, and before his injuries are healed, you will move to my place."

  Mo Hanjin couldn't help but shudder, living here? As soon as she thought of this, the scenes from back then flashed before her eyes, and a hint of paleness appeared at the corner of her mouth.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his chin, "Are you afraid of me?"

  Mu Hanjin met her gaze unguardedly, but collided with a pair of eyes as cold as an icy pool. He hastily shook his head, "Your humble servant... is not..."

  "Are you afraid or not?" Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice, his tone exuding an intimidating aura that made one's heart tremble.

  "I'm afraid." Mu Hanjin replied truthfully, how could he not be afraid of her? However, he had never had the intention of pleasing her, in the past when they were together, it was just a matter of lowering his eyebrows and being obedient, what had he ever said.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head, and at the corner of his mouth, he kissed her, not as sweet as Ye Yan's, but with a refreshing hint of mint, very comfortable. She said in a low voice, "You like people who tell the truth the most."

  Mu Hanjin was at a loss for Feng Ao Tian's unpredictable mood, and could only stiffly sit in her arms, letting her do as she pleased.

  Feng Ao Tian took his hand and the two walked into the study. The memorials that had been put down earlier in the morning already filled the newly repaired desk. She slightly raised her hand, "These memorials will all need to be reviewed by you from now on, then brought to grandfather for him to see."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin slightly lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

  "Can we have lunch now?" Feng Ao Tian looked at the sky, she was a bit hungry now.

  "Not yet." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, and her deep, piercing gaze seemed to see right through everything. It was completely different from the Regent King of the past. Had she suddenly changed her nature, or had she been hiding it too deeply? He had always been afraid to use his own power, fearing that he would harm innocent people. Now, however, he felt a sense of curiosity - should he investigate what had happened when she went to the border?

  Mu Hanjin still had doubts in her mind at this moment, but she didn't dare to disobey, after all, she held his fatal handle.

  "Feng Gonggong, lay out the meal." Feng Ao Tian coldly commanded, and immediately, he pulled Mu Hanjin's hand to walk out of the study, and went to the main hall. Looking at Ye Xiao Hui lying on the bed in the inner chamber, "Don't you come down to keep me company for dinner? Do you want me to feed you personally?"

  The ambiguous words in his speech were like a warm current flowing slowly into Ye Fan's ears, he lifted the quilt, raised his eyes and met Feng Ao Tian's evil smile, "Master, my lips have been bitten by you, I want Master to feed me personally."

  As they spoke, his quilt slipped down, revealing his smooth skin like cream, his hair scattered on his chest, and he pouted with his red and swollen lips, saying in a soft voice.

  But his spare glance was on Mu Hanjin who stood beside Feng Ao Tian, and at this moment, Mu Hanjin was also looking at him...

  Digression

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