She saw through him (Seeking first subscription)

  Mu Hanjin stopped crying and looked up to see a delicate woman walking towards him with slow steps, her almond-shaped eyes red-rimmed from crying, her slender figure swaying gently in the wind. She supported Mrs. Mu with one hand and smiled faintly at him.

  Mo Hanjin's face showed confusion, as if he couldn't remember who the woman in front of him was. Just as he was about to ask, Old Lady Mo helped him up with a smile in her eyes and a kind expression on her face. "This is your third aunt's eldest daughter, Xia Die Wu, your cousin Die Wu. You met her when you were young, but after your third aunt's family moved to the southwest, they rarely came back. Fortunately, Die Wu stayed by my side, otherwise I wouldn't have made it till today."

  Mo Hanjin gazed at the woman in front of him, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, elegant and refined, with a hint of purity and elegance. She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but also a lovely and charming young woman. He collected his emotions and restored his usual calm demeanor, slightly nodding his head, "Dance Butterfly younger sister."

  "Die Wu has seen Second Brother twice." Xia Die Wu lightly curtsied, raised her eyes to look at Mu Han Jin, seeming very calm and ordinary, but in her heart, a thousand waves had already been stirred up.

  The person in front of her had a jade-like appearance, with a dazzling aura and a refined temperament. He was indeed a rare and extraordinary man in the world, and also the one she had made up her mind to marry since childhood. Perhaps he didn't remember who he was, but he had been deeply etched in his own mind ten years ago. Therefore, when she learned that he was imprisoned in the Regent's Palace, on the one hand, she hated the cruel Regent, and on the other hand, she felt heartache for him. She ignored her parents' opposition and rushed to the capital from afar, waiting for him. This wait lasted two years, and now she finally saw him again. Who could know the excitement in her heart?

  She didn't care how he spent the past two years in the Regent's Palace, nor did she care about others' opinions of him. All she knew was that Xia Die had determined to be with him for this lifetime, and would not look back.

  "Jing'er, how did you get back?" Mrs. Mu looked behind her and saw no one following, so she asked.

  "It was the king's order for his son to return to the mansion to visit his mother, and from then on, he would come back twice a month." Mu Hanjin thought of this and couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart. Towards Feng Ao Tian, he had never felt gratitude before, but this time, seeing his mother whom he hadn't seen for two years, the darkness in his heart finally had a glimmer of light.

  "Regent?" Mrs. Mu was somewhat incredulous, gazing at him, seeing that his face was more haggard than two years ago and thinner, her heart ached even more, tightly grasping his hand, "Ji'er, you've suffered these past two years."

  "As long as mother is well, the child will be well." Mu Hanjin now saw Mrs. Mu and suddenly felt that the hardships of the past two years were nothing.

  "Alright, alright, as long as you and your elder brother are safe and sound, mother can be at ease." Old Lady Mu led Mu Hanjin by the hand into the house.

  Mu Hanjin carefully supported Mu Lao's wife and asked, "Mother, have you heard about Eldest Brother?"

  "Ah, he sent someone to deliver a family letter, I already know." Mrs. Mu smiled and nodded, looking at Mu Hanjin, thinking of the Regent's usual behavior, still heartbroken.

  "Mother, the king has done nothing to me, please don't worry. Now that I have entered the imperial court and been appointed as the Supervisor of the Censorate, everything will be fine."

  "That's very good." After hearing Mu Lao's words, Mrs. Mu nodded repeatedly and asked again in a probing tone, "When will the Regent let you return to the manor?"

  Mo Hanjin was silent for a moment before speaking in a warm voice, "Now that the child has just taken office, and the Regent's residence is where people are needed, I'm afraid he won't be returning to the manor in the short term."

  "But you are now past the age of marriage, is the Regent going to keep you here forever?" Madam Mu turned her head and looked at Xia Die Wu with concern.

  "Now the child does not want to talk about marriage." Mu Hanjin was just comforting Mu Lao Furen, this life, he may not be able to marry a wife, let alone leave the cage of the Regent Prince's mansion.

  "Alas, this regent is truly a demon, he not only snatched away one of my wife's children, but now he won't even let the other one go. Don't think that my wife doesn't know, it's all because of that regent that your elder brother is still alive." Old Lady Mu said, tapping her cane and gritting her teeth.

  Mu Hanjin supported Mu Old Madam and said, "Mother, I can only accompany you for an hour, then I have to return to the manor."

  "What? Just back and leaving again? Can't you stay for a night?" Madam Mu hurriedly suppressed her anger, looking at Mu Hanjin with a reluctant expression.

  "It's hard to get away from official duties, and it's not easy for the prince to let his son come back to see his mother." Mu Hanjin said lightly, thinking of the brief time with her mother, she was also reluctant to part with her.

  "Second Brother, rest assured, I'll take good care of Auntie." Xia Die Wu said softly as she supported Mrs. Mu on the other side.

  Mo Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at Xia Die Wu, naturally understanding her intentions. However, he didn't have the heart to discuss this matter now, let alone that it was an absolutely impossible thing. So, out of politeness, he merely replied, "Thanks for your concern, Die Wu."

  "Second Brother doesn't need to be polite, taking care of Auntie is what I should do." Xia Die Wu smiled lightly and replied.

  Mrs. Mu smiled at Xia Dieyu, already fond of her, and now looking at her own child, she felt that the two were quite a match, so she had a relieved smile on her face.

  Mu Hanjin supported Mu Lao Furen as they entered the hall, not daring to delay for a moment. They started chatting about family matters and talked about some interesting things from their childhood. Occasionally, they would mention Mu Han Yao or his situation in the Regent Prince's palace, which was also filled with joys and worries. In this way, time passed quickly.

  The time they spent together was getting shorter and shorter, making it more precious, and their hearts grew more reluctant to part. The sound of the guard's report came from outside the house, following Mu Hanjin. Mu Hanjin stood up, tearfully bidding farewell to Old Lady Mu.

  Mrs. Mu was again in tears, personally sending him off on the horse-drawn carriage, seeing him off as he left, feeling deeply moved.

  Xia Die watched Mu Hanjin's departing figure, her thoughts growing more resolute by the minute. No matter how long it took, she would wait for his return. Even if they were destined to be apart, she had no regrets.

  "Aunt, it's windy outside, be careful not to catch a chill. Let me escort you back to the house to rest. Isn't the Regent allowing him to return home twice a month? Otherwise, think about when Second Brother comes back next time, you can make some of his favorite dishes."

  "Still, the butterfly dance is considerate, look at this old wife of mine who is truly delighted and confused." Mrs. Mu hurriedly stopped her crying and grief, took another glance at the carriage that had already disappeared, turned around, and walked back to the Mu residence with a tottering gait.

  "I don't know when he'll be able to come back, it's been six years since I last saw him." Mrs. Mu said with a sigh as she walked, her voice filled with helplessness and melancholy, as well as deep longing and nostalgia.

  Mu Hanjin sat in the carriage, still somewhat excited, but more nostalgic. They had just parted ways, and he was already starting to feel endless longing. He reached out and touched his chest, and found that his heart was still beating.

  He suddenly remembered Feng Ao Tian, remembering the scene he saw in the palace yesterday, his master's words lingering in his ears, unable to disperse for a long time. "Golden light appears, king respects, world chaos."

  Was his mission really to assist her in achieving a thousand-year-old dynasty? Was her existence truly for the great chaos of the world? What was he hesitating about? Wasn't his birth mission just for this?

  Mo Hanjin had never been as entangled as he was now, even when he was forcibly taken into the Regent's palace and forced to submit to him, he was still calm and composed, unyielding and unrelenting. But now? Why was it her?

  The Regent's palace, Feng Ao Tian E had already sweated a thin layer on his forehead. When he saw Ye Wei Huan's face recover a bit of blood color, he withdrew his hand, pulled up the brocade quilt and covered him with it. "Take good care of yourself."

  After speaking, she turned and left Yihuan Pavilion. Ye Huaixing, who was lying on the bed, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth after she left.

  "He still needs to rest for three days, take good care of him." Feng Ao Tian opened the door and stepped out of the house, saying in a low voice to the servants waiting outside.

  "Yes, I will definitely do my best to take good care of Ye Shi Fei." Su Xi replied respectfully, kneeling on the ground.

  Feng Ao Tian walked out of Yi Huan Ge, but did not return to the palace, instead went to Qing Hui Ge.

  As soon as he saw the regent leave, he suddenly felt limp and fell to the ground, letting out a deep breath. He quickly got up, pushed open the door, and saw Ye Huan lying quietly on the bed. He immediately felt at ease, closed the door quietly, and waited outside.

  Feng Ao Tian was somewhat tired due to the excessive consumption of internal energy earlier, so his footsteps were heavier and more languid than before. After walking for about half a stick of incense, he finally arrived at Qing Hui Pavilion.

  Leng Qianye had been asleep since he was injured yesterday and just woke up, Huan Xi is serving him to wash and dress.

  From far away, he heard the sound of someone kowtowing, "Your humble servant greets Your Highness!"

  Leng Qianye was wearing a long shirt, just about to sit down, his face still somewhat pale. Obviously, the slap he received yesterday was quite severe. Now, the little internal energy he had recovered was gone. Unless Feng Ao Tian cut his wrist and used blood to save him, he would have been dead by now.

  Last night, he slept very soundly, but his eyebrows were tightly furrowed because he had a nightmare all night. In the dream, it was all about Feng Ao Tian feeding him with bloody pictures, and that inexplicable reaction on his body made him feel extremely ashamed, wishing that this had never happened.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped into the house and saw Leng Qian Ye sitting on a soft couch from afar. She walked up slowly, delighted to hastily pay her respects, saying "Your humble servant greets Your Highness!"

  "When will she wake up?" Feng Ao Tian asked softly to Huan Xi beside her.

  "Report to His Highness, General Leng has been awake for less than half an hour." Huan Xi replied with a smile.

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded slightly, then turned around and walked to the desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote down a string of characters. He handed the paper to Huan Xi, "Let the kitchen staff prepare the medicine according to this prescription. You personally decoct it, bring it over when it's done, and drink it every three hours. It only works if you drink it while it's hot."

  "Yes, I'll go and take care of it." He happily accepted the order and immediately withdrew.

  Leng Qianye sat silently on the soft couch, without saying a word, his eyes were cold and indifferent, from start to finish, he didn't look at her once.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't care, and continued to move forward, sitting beside him, stretching out his hand, wanting to take his pulse. When her fingertips touched his wrist, he felt a bit unnatural, hurriedly trying to withdraw his hand, but inadvertently saw that the knife wound on his wrist had already scabbed over, so he didn't move.

  In less than a moment, Feng Ao Tian withdrew his hand and gazed at him, "Your vital energy is severely injured, you need to rest and recover quietly."

  Leng Qianye remained silent, as if Feng Ao Tian was muttering to himself.

  Feng Ao Tian thought that in the bedroom, Feng Yun Qiu was still sleeping, and in Yi Huan Ge, Ye Mei Xing was also nursing his injuries. The other beautiful men in the pavilions were just ornaments, not worth visiting. Currently, Qing Hui Ge was relatively quiet, but she had exhausted her internal energy and was somewhat weak. She leaned against the soft couch, one hand on her forehead, and closed her eyes to meditate.

  Leng Qianye saw the person beside her no longer speaking, he didn't mind, thinking she was waiting for him to respond. About half a cup of tea's time passed, still without a sound, he turned his gaze, only then did he see that she had already fallen asleep with her eyes closed.

  He couldn't help but think of her face from yesterday, her skin as thin as a cicada's wing, her beautiful features, her delicate red lips, her slender eyebrows, and the coldness in her eyes that seemed to keep people at bay. But how did he see a hint of gentle elegance in her? Was it just his imagination?

  She was a bit weak in her breath, as if she had exhausted too much of her internal strength, looking very weak, could it be that yesterday's rescue had caused her to lose too much blood?

  He gazed at her, sizing her up for a moment, and suddenly felt why he should care about her. He recalled the humiliation and flogging she had inflicted on him in the dungeon, and now the Feng Kingdom was in chaos because of her, with its people displaced and its future hanging by a thread. The last bit of concern he had for her was completely extinguished from his eyes. How could such an unscrupulous ruler deserve his concern?

  He turned his head, no longer looking at her, and got up to walk out of the inner hall. He walked into the main hall, which was only a few steps away, but felt his footsteps were light and floating. According to this, he would have to rest for some time. However, thinking about staying in the Regent's palace made him feel extremely disgusted. Fortunately, this place was where Han Jin had lived before, otherwise, he would rather stay in the dungeon.

  He pressed his chest, slowly sat on the low couch, raised his eyes, and looked at the scenery outside the house. His face was calm and dusty, and his body emitted an otherworldly aura that seemed to be detached from worldly affairs. From a distance, the green mountains were shrouded in mist, and it seemed as if he was the only person left in this world.

  Mo Hanjin returned to the Regent's palace in extreme inner struggle. When he got off the carriage, raised his eyes and looked at this magnificent palace, he was unwilling to take another step forward. He stood still for a long time, staring blankly into space.

  "Princess Mu, it's time to enter." The guard beside her reminded.

  He finally came back to his senses, this place, he couldn't escape after all. He suppressed the faint sorrow in his heart, took a step forward, and slowly walked towards the Wang Fu.

  Si Xi saw Mu Hanjin from afar and hastily came forward to greet her, "This humble servant greets Concubine Mu!"

  "Where is Wang Ye?" Mu Hanjin asked in a gentle voice.

  "In Qinghui Pavilion." Si Xi replied in a low voice.

  Mo Hanjin was taken aback, only then remembering Leng Qianye's injuries. It seemed that the Regent King had gone to see Leng Da Ge. He took a step forward, walking ahead, with Si Xi following beside him and saying kindly, "Just now, the king exhausted his internal energy treating Ye Niang's wounds, and is currently resting in Qinghui Hall."

  Mu Hanjin's figure paused for a moment, no longer staying, her footsteps quickened by several degrees, walking towards Qinghui Pavilion, until she stepped inside the pavilion, where she saw Huan Xi holding medicine and coming over.

  Delighted to see him, she looked up at her master and hastily paid respects, saying "Master, you're back?"

  "Hmm, what about Prince Wang and General Leng?" Mu Hanjin stopped in his tracks and asked.

  "We're all inside." Huan Xi replied, then carried the medicine and followed Mu Hanjin into the house. As soon as they entered, they saw Leng Qianye pale-faced and leaning against a low couch.

  Mu Hanjin hastily stepped forward and anxiously asked, "Leng big brother, how's your injury?"

  "No problem." Leng Qianye saw Mu Hanjin return, and rarely revealed a faint smile.

  "It doesn't matter, it's fine." Mu Hanjin let out a sigh of relief. Yesterday, wasn't Mo Ye the one who was killed by the assassin? He feared that he had already lost his life at the hands of the killer. He looked at Leng Qianye, "Leng big brother, regarding yesterday's matter, please accept my apology."

  He finished speaking and took a step back, bowing respectfully.

  Leng Qianye was aware of Mu Hanjin's temperament and didn't stand on ceremony, receiving him with a glance at the official robes on his body. "Just back?"

  "Yes, I just returned to the manor to visit my mother." Mu Hanjin sat down beside Leng Qianye, and thinking of Old Lady Mu, his eyes also became softer.

  "Is the old lady's body doing well?" Cold Qianye recalled his time in the dungeon, he had never spoken a word before. He sometimes thought that he was mute and couldn't speak. Unexpectedly, now he could sit here with Mu Hanjin chatting about family matters.

  Mu Hanjin had once thought that he would spend the rest of his life in the Regent's palace, but unexpectedly, one day, he was able to speak with Leng Qianye like this again.

  He smiled slightly and said, "Yes, still quite fortunate."

  Leng Qianye thought of his mother and sister at home, and his eyes dimmed, wondering if they were doing well now.

  Mu Hanjin saw through Leng Qianye's thoughts and comforted him, saying, "Leng big brother, for now you should take care of your body. Mother said that Old Lady Leng and Pei Han are both doing well."

  "So I can rest assured now." Leng Qianye heard and also relieved the worry in his heart, looking at Mu Hanjin, "Is your older brother okay?"

  "Hmm, I sent a letter to my brother the day before yesterday, and he should have received it by now." Mu Hanjin said, and then thought of the content of Feng Ao's letter, and his eyes flowed with an unnatural expression.

  Huan Xi stood on one side, watching the medicine in the bowl and couldn't wait any longer. She hastily said from the side, "General Leng, the king said that the medicine should be drunk while it's hot."

  "Hmm." Leng Qianye raised her eyes, looked at Huan Xi, then looked at the black medicine in front of her, reached out and took it, drinking it all in one gulp. The thick, bitter taste flowed into her throat, making her feel extremely nauseous.

  Mo Hanjin got up, slowly walked into the inner hall, and saw Feng Ao Tian leaning against the soft couch for a short rest. His footsteps were extremely light, and he slowly approached her side, seeing that her face was tired, thinking that these two days, she was indeed exhausted. He then took down the cloak beside him and carefully wrapped it around her body. Just as he was about to turn and leave, his fingers touched something icy cold, and his body fell backward, solidly falling into her arms.

  She still closed her eyes, embracing him in her arms, lowering her head and leaning on his shoulder, "Don't go anywhere."

  Mu Hanjin didn't dare to move, and could only let her be like this. However, thinking of Leng Qianye sitting in the hall made him feel a bit awkward. But looking at her exhausted face, he also didn't dare disturb her, so he gritted his teeth and sat in her arms, feeling as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

  Leng Qianye took a short rest, then got up and walked towards the inner hall. She saw Mu Hanjin leaning obediently in her arms, quickly turned her head, and continued to walk outside, raising her eyes and taking deep breaths.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, who suddenly turned around, his eyes slightly darkened, and then returned to their usual calmness. Since things have come to this point, why bother being concerned? In the future, there will be plenty of opportunities to meet again. On the contrary, it's good that they ran into each other now.

  He turned his face, lowered his eyelids, and gazed at Feng Ao Tian's sleeping face. Perhaps it was because too many things had happened in the past few days, his nerves were also tense, so now he felt a bit tired. He leaned against her chest and slowly closed his eyes.

  A phoenix proud of the sky, lonely drifting in the turbulent sea, following the wind and waves, didn't know where to go. Suddenly, she saw a lone boat, she desperately wanted to get close to it, until she climbed onto the boat, tightly clinging to it, only then did she feel that she was not alone in her wandering.

  Leng Qianye sat under the bamboo forest outside the house for a long time, with a book on the bamboo stool beside him. He picked it up casually and found that it was a lost martial art manual. His eyes, as cold as jade, flashed with a hint of light, and he began to read quietly.

  Time slowly passed, and before he knew it, two hours had already gone by. In the bedroom, Feng Yuqi had gotten up, but he waited for a long time without seeing Feng Ao Tian return. He couldn't help but feel anxious, so he looked around at the vast bedroom and suddenly remembered his three years alone in the empty imperial palace. He didn't want to be left standing alone again, so he quickly ran out of the bedroom.

  Marquis Feng hastily stepped forward, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

  "What about Wang Shu?" Feng Yuqin hastily suppressed her nervousness and asked in a low voice.

  "The Emperor is currently in Qinghui Hall," said Feng Gonggong loudly. "It's estimated that he will return within half an incense stick."

  "Hmm." Feng Yurou nodded, then turned back to the palace, but entered the study instead. He looked at the piles of memorials on his desk, got onto the soft couch, sat cross-legged and began to read through them.

  Feng Ao Tian opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Mu Han Jin's peaceful sleeping face. A faint smile played on her lips as she thought of the dream she had just had. She reached out to gently stroke his jade-like complexion, then leaned in to kiss his lips, softly sucking on them.

  Mo Hanjin was awakened by this kiss, opened his dazed eyes, and collided with Feng Ao Tian's cold and stern gaze. At first, he was stunned, then felt the softness of her lips, and his heart skipped a beat. Her kisses always left him at a loss.

  Feng Ao Tian flipped him over, pinning him beneath her. She reached out, her hand brushing against his robe, gently stroking his skin. She loved watching this elegant man look embarrassed in front of her.

  Mo Hanjin endured Feng Ao Tian's willful teasing, feeling like he wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in. Compared to being so intimately close to her, it was better to be whipped by her instead.

  However, this made him unable to resist, and he could only let her do as she pleased. This was what annoyed him. Looking at the regent in front of him, as a man, he was being caressed by another man, and he actually had a reaction. This made him blush uncontrollably, with a bright red glow on his face, which was quite stunning.

  Feng Ao Tian unbuttoned his official robe, and saw the bite marks on his shoulder that she had left behind, still clear and visible. She curled up her tongue and lightly drew a picture of them.

  His shirt was half untied, his face as smooth as jade, with a layer of powder on top, truly breathtakingly beautiful. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his usually calm and gentle eyes now gleaming with a mesmerizing allure.

  "Your Highness..." Mu Hanjin couldn't bear such affection and whispered, a pleading murmur.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and gazed at him, responding softly, "Hm?"

  "Your Majesty, the memorials have not been fully reviewed." Mu Hanjin couldn't find any other excuse to stop her from continuing, so she could only mention official business.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyebrows and eyes flashed a faint smile as he sat up from his body, "Has today's soup not been drunk yet?"

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin immediately stood up, tidying his disheveled clothes, and after adjusting himself, he replied with a bowed head.

  "Return to the palace." Feng Ao Tian stood up, holding his hand, and walked out of the house. He then saw Leng Qian Ye sitting under a bamboo forest, intently studying military books.

  He wore only a moon-shaped cloud brocade long shirt, his black hair tied with just one silk ribbon, loose and scattered, draped behind him. A few strands of clear wind, the sleeves fluttering, seemed like an extraordinary and elegant immortal descending to the mortal world, refined and unconventional. This was truly a vivid picture titled "The Immortal in Painting".

  Mu Hanjin looked at the cold Qianye, and it was hard for him to associate this with the general who had been galloping on the battlefield, killing and deciding. How could he do that? Such an unblemished temperament, even if he saw it, would make him sigh in admiration, let alone... He glanced sideways and saw Feng Ao Tian smiling and gazing at Qianye under the bamboo forest.

  His eyes dimmed slightly, as if he was lamenting, but it was unclear who he was sighing for...

  Feng Ao Tian raised her hand, and the book in Leng Qian Ye's hand flew out of his grasp and into hers. She played with the book in her hand, looked up, and met Leng Qian Ye's cold gaze. She smiled softly, "Master's things are never sent outside."

  "Is this book yours?" Leng Qianye was clearly shocked, as he had been searching for this military strategy book for five years without success. Legend has it that whoever possesses this book will conquer the world. He never expected to find it in her hands.

  Feng Ao Tian put away the scroll and didn't respond to his words, pulling Mu Hanjin's hand as he turned around and left.

  Leng Qianye suddenly stood up, perhaps sitting for too long, standing up too quickly, and his body was a bit unstable, dizzy and disoriented, and then he fell backwards.

  As he fell, a clear figure appeared in front of him, reached out and wrapped his waist, helping him up. He raised his eyes to meet Feng Ao Tian's cold and stern phoenix eyes. He took a slight step back, "This book can..."

  "Grandpa said, Grandpa's things are never delivered outside." Feng Ao Tian immediately interrupted his words and then wanted to leave.

  Leng Qianye hastily stepped forward, blocking him. Those familiar with him knew that he was obsessed with the art of war and formation, and it was clear that Feng Ao Tian had grasped his weakness. He had already read three-tenths of this military book, and if he didn't finish reading the rest, he would be left with a lingering regret. Moreover, this was a rare and precious book in the world.

  He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, as if he had made a very big decision, and asked in a low voice, "I wonder how the king can borrow books to take a look?"

  "Your body will be fully recovered in a month, and I can give you this book. However, from then on, you'll have to do my bidding. How about it?" Feng Ao Tian had already calculated Cold Qian Ye's preferences, so he quietly found this ancient rare book, and this transaction was quite a good deal.

  Leng Qianye glanced at Feng Ao Tian, and unexpectedly agreed without hesitation. He knelt on one knee, "From today on, I will follow your orders, Your Highness. I am willing to die a thousand deaths if necessary."

  Feng Ao Tian nodded in satisfaction, indeed, this deal was done extremely well. He stretched out his hand and helped Leng Qian Ye up, "This book is not the best, if you won't let me down, I have another even more exquisite one to give you."

  Leng Qianye took over the military book with both hands, stroking it as if it were a treasure. When he heard Feng Ao's words, his mind moved and he looked at Feng Ao, with a flash of brilliance in his eyebrows and eyes. "I won't let you down."

  "All right, you just rest and recover for now. I'll come visit you again after you've fully recovered." Feng Ao Tian was pleased with himself, thinking that nobody is perfect and everyone has their weak spots. As long as he calculated correctly, he could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye, who was so easily bought by Feng Ao Tian, and felt a sense of helplessness. He thought about how he had been in the dungeon, allowing Feng Ao Tian to humiliate him as he pleased, without even furrowing his brow, remaining expressionless and unyielding. Yet now, for the sake of a military book, he was willing to risk his life for her - this was also too... unbelievable.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin with a very good mood and held his hand, leaving Qing Hui Pavilion.

  Leng Qianye held the military book in his hands, after Feng Ao Tian left, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared immediately. He raised his eyes and stared at the disappearing back, his dark pupils flashing with a bone-piercing chill. Then, he sat on the bamboo stool, continuing to read the military book.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin walked side by side in the long corridor, a cold smile playing on her lips. Just now, Leng Qian Ye's reaction was too intense, seemingly ordinary but actually not simple. Did he really think his calculations were unknown to her? The good show had just begun, she liked being the hunter, and now that she had encountered such an interesting prey, she would certainly play along with him, making it even more fun.

  Mo Hanjin turned her gaze, staring at the coldness at the corner of her mouth, and suddenly felt a chill in her heart. She didn't know why she had such an expression, but immediately, she secretly thought to herself, could it be that she had revealed some flaw? What did she notice?

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze towards Mu Han Jin, "I allow you to be distracted, but I absolutely do not permit you to often be distracted in front of me."

  "I know I was wrong." Mu Hanjin hastily bowed his head and replied.

  Feng Ao Tian tightly grasped his hand, she was domineering to the bone, and would never let others covet her things. No matter who it was, she looked at him and asked, "Is there anything special happening when we return to Mu Fu today?"

  "There's nothing." Mu Hanjin thought back to his return to the Mu Manor today, apart from reuniting with his mother after a long time and some ordinary family talk, there was nothing else out of the ordinary.

  "Mu Hanjin, listen up. Anyone who enters this manor, except for me, will not dare to have any thoughts of prying or snooping, not even a single thought is allowed. And as for you, from the moment you were born to the moment you die, you are mine, body and soul. You'd better not have any other ideas, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. By then, everything will be irreparable." Feng Ao Tian turned around, coldly gazing at Mu Hanjin, warning him in a low voice.

  Mo Hanjin's body trembled and he hastily knelt down, "Your humble servant dares not."

  "I know you're a perceptive person, and there are some things I can turn a deaf ear to. However..." She leaned in, hooked his chin, and stared at him intensely. "Whatever nieces or sisters-in-law, you'd better not let them have any ideas about you. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to clip your wings and keep you grounded in this Regent's palace for the rest of your life."

  "I, your humble servant, would never dare to have such a thought." Mu Hanjin is now thoroughly disillusioned. How could he be so naive as to think that she had really changed? It's clear that while circumstances can change, one's inherent nature cannot be altered. The cruelty in her bones will forever be impossible to conceal.

  Feng Ao Tian reached out and helped him up, tightly grasping his hand. "I'm waiting for the day you confess truthfully. It's best not to wait until I lose my patience. You only have one chance, so think carefully. Otherwise, when the time comes, even if you speak up, it will be in vain."

  "Your humble servant..." Mu Hanjin's heart skipped a beat, suppressing the turmoil in her mind, she couldn't help but smile wryly. It turned out that she had long known, had long seen through herself.

  "Come on, there's still a lot of work waiting for us in the study." Feng Ao Tian pulled him along, heading straight to the bedroom.

  This journey, just half a cup of tea's distance, but he felt as if it had been a hundred years. The hiding of all these years turned out to be just a joke. His endurance, his suffering, his helplessness, his heart death, in her eyes, was nothing more than that.

  Feng Ao Tian naturally knew that Mu Han Jin's thoughts were so heavy, she was forcing him to face himself, rather than just enduring. He was no longer the puppet she had trained, but the talented and arrogant Mu Han Jin of years ago. All she wanted from him was his sincerity and loyalty.

  The two men remained silent until they reached the bedroom, where Old Man Feng hurriedly came forward to greet them. "Your Highness, you've had a tiring day, I've specially prepared some nourishing food for you, would you like to have dinner?"

  "Hmm, set the table." Feng Ao Tian looked at Old Man Feng and smiled warmly.

  Feng Gonggong hastily ordered someone to set up a meal, while he followed Feng Ao Tian and Mu Hanjin into the bedroom.

  She glanced sideways, and there was no sign of Feng Yu in the inner hall. She took a step forward, walking towards the study, and saw him sitting upright on the soft couch, intently reading through the memorials. His small figure, compared to the desk in front of him, only showed his head, but now, with the piled-up documents, only a pair of eyes could be seen.

  Feng Ao Tian's feelings for Feng Yin Qi came from the affection of this body's previous owner towards him. She leaned against the door, looking at him, "How much have you seen?"

  "Prince Wang?" Feng Yuqi hastily put down the memorial, sprang up from the soft couch, and looked at Feng Ao Tian with a joyful face.

  Everything was under her control, she could be ruthless to anyone, but only towards him did she feel a pang of sympathy. Every time she saw him, her chest would ache slightly, as if the deceased Feng Ao Tian was telling her not to harm Feng Yun Qi.

  Feng Yuqin hastily jumped down from the soft couch and rushed into her arms, "Wang Shu, where have you been? Why did you only come back now?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and stroked Feng Yin Qi's hair, "Hungry?"

  "Hmm." Feng Yu nodded and pulled on her sleeve, "The nephew has smelled the aroma of food."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then turned around with him, walking forward out of the study.

  Mu Hanjin seemed to have returned to his usual self, standing respectfully and indifferently in his original position, waiting for Feng Ao Tian's arrival.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, but felt that this guy was clever for a moment and confused for a moment. How could he not understand the meaning of her words? Or did he simply not want to understand? So she didn't bother with him anymore, turned to Feng Yun Qi, "What do you want to eat?"

  "What Uncle Wang likes to eat, his nephew also likes to eat." Feng Yuqi hung a brilliant smile on her face, smiling at her.

  She raised her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Giving Grandpa a hard time?"

  "This humble subject dares not." Mu Hanjin slightly raised her eyes and replied obediently, then sat down immediately.

  Feng Ao Tian immediately brought the specially prepared soup in front of him, "Three times a day, must be on time."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, then picked up the soup and took a mouthful. This time, just like last time, he drank too hastily and suddenly started coughing violently.

  Feng Ao Tian shook his head, looked at him helplessly, stretched out his hand and gently patted his back, "You're still in a daze, this habit of drinking soup can't be changed."

  "I know I was wrong." Mu Hanjin hastily bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

  Feng Ao Tian felt that his efforts over the past few days had all been in vain, as he found himself reverting back to his old self, and was even more docile than before, causing her eyes to dim and ignore him.

  Feng Rou looked at Feng Ao Tian coldly, and immediately gazed at her discontentedly. Seeing her turn to look at him, he quickly complained, "Uncle Wang, I want to eat this."

  Feng Ao Tian picked up his jade chopsticks and clamped down on the dish that Feng Yi Qi had pointed to, placing it in the plate in front of him. "Eat some more."

  "It is." Feng Yu Xiu smiled and replied, then immediately began to eat.

  Mu Hanjin couldn't stop thinking about Feng Ao Tian's words, his heart filled with fear. He had never felt this scared before, because he thought he had hidden himself well and left a way out for himself. But now, she told him that the things he had been hiding from her all these years were useless in front of her, just like his dreams shattered instantly. He didn't know how to move forward or what to live for, and he looked very tired and helpless.

  The soup he drank made him feel nauseous, as if a huge stone was stuck in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hung his head and tried his best to endure the pain, but he couldn't help feeling an icy chill from the soles of his feet to the bottom of his heart. Suddenly, a wave of fear washed over him, and he felt a blockage in his chest. "Plop!" A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his eyes, hastily stretched out his hand, grasped his pulse, this was a case of pent-up emotions, fearing that something had been suppressed for many years, depression had become an illness, now being revealed by her, hence the sudden anger and vomiting blood.

  Feng Ao Tian hastily got up, embracing his slender waist, tiptoeing lightly, flying to the inner hall, placing him on the bed, and hurriedly going to one side, taking out a white jade porcelain bottle from the box, taking out the elixir inside, and feeding it into his mouth.

  His eyes were dull and his spirit was gone, he was like a walking corpse, motionless. Feng Ao Tian sighed helplessly and used his internal energy to force him to swallow the medicinal pill.

  She picked him up and held him tightly in her arms, only to feel that his whole body was emitting coldness. Feng Ao Tian felt that he had already reached the edge of death, but he knew that the burden on his heart was so heavy that he was afraid that this boulder would soon crush him.

  She looked at Feng Yin Qi who was walking in slowly, "Qi'er, have your meal first, and take a look at the memorial for now."

  "Yes, Uncle Wang." Feng Yinnian was about to say something, but seeing Mu Hanjin like this, it wasn't convenient to speak much, so he just cleverly responded.

  Feng Ao Tian held him in her arms and flew out of the bedroom, rushing to the warm pavilion. She took off his clothes and carried him into the hot spring pool, still holding him tightly. "Master, you haven't done anything for two days. In the past, you only knew how to kill people. Now it's good that you're specifically saving people."

  Mo Hanjin seemed to have heard her words, slightly raised his eyes, gazing at her, his elegant face as white as jade, extremely pale, almost transparent. She held him tighter, "Do you remember when we first met, I could only describe you with 'a stranger on the road like jade, a young master without equal in the world'? The disdain in your eyes towards me, in front of all the officials, not giving me any face, speaking bluntly and unreservedly, with an air of superiority, do you still remember?"

  Mu Hanjin raised his eyes slightly again, gazing at her silently, as if lost in thought.

  Feng Ao Tian continued to hold him, sitting upright in the hot spring pool, no longer speaking. Now, she felt that any words were so pale and powerless. He had the will to die, but not the hope to live. Was it really true that there was no one who could give him the courage to go on living?

  As night fell, inside the hot spring pool, mist filled the air. Mu Han Jin slowly opened her eyes and looked up to see Feng Ao Tian staring at her with his piercing gaze. His eyes flickered slightly as he withdrew from her embrace and knelt before her, "Your humble servant deserves death."

  Feng Ao Tian Jing stepped out of the hot spring pool, using his internal energy to dry off his clothes. He turned around and looked at Mu Han Jin, who was still kneeling in the pool, his clothes clinging to his frail body. Despite his weak appearance, he exuded an unyielding determination. She thought, he's made it through.

  "It's still not enough." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  Mu Hanjin slowly got up, walked extremely steadily to her front, knelt down in front of her, "Please, Your Highness, give me half a month's time, I will certainly tell you everything."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian loudly responded, then stretched out his hand to help him up.

  Mu Hanjin slightly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and stood respectfully beside her, "Your Highness, it was you who brought me back to my former self."

  "What's wrong with that?" Feng Ao Tian still stepped forward, holding his hand, "Even if we go back to the past, you are still my person, can't I touch you?"

  Mo Hanjin raised his eyes, and the warmth in them decreased by a few degrees, while clarity increased. His temperament was still as elegant as dust, but he had added a few more arrogant airs. He allowed Feng Ao Tian to hold his hand, "I can, but, may I refuse?"

  "No." Feng Ao Tian immediately refused, "I let you take the initiative to come forward, just wanted to see your trump card, but since you're my person, I'll let you do what I want you to do."

  Mo Hanjin continued with a lowered gaze, "If so, then why must I return to the past?"

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at him, "Then there's no need to go back."

  She, Feng Ao Tian, has never been threatened and would never let her people say no to her. Even if he had secrets hidden behind his back that could help her, she also wanted him to remember that he was hers.

  She stretched out her hand and pulled him into her arms, tearing off the clothes that stuck to his body. He stood naked in front of her.

  Mo Hanjin had a new understanding of Feng Ao Tian, that is, this person has been too overbearing from start to finish. She overbearingly made him put down all his pretenses and return to his former self, but then, she overbearingly wanted him to obey her. So, who was the one being contradictory? Who was compromising again?

  Feng Ao Tian wrapped Mu Han Jin in his arms, reached out and draped a long cloak over his body, then lifted him up and flew towards the bedroom with light footsteps.

  Mo Hanjin leaned quietly in her arms, just now, when he was unconscious, his ears still echoed with her words, he didn't understand why one person could be so cruel and ruthless, yet gentle and affectionate at the same time. She could see through everything, controlling all situations without a sound, but why had she lived in such pain for the past two years?

  He suddenly felt that in the past two years, every time he saw her, she always looked painful, it was a suppressed pain, an unbearable pain that no one could understand. Her thoughts seemed obvious to outsiders, but who could really understand her true heart? She was like a puzzle, profound and mysterious, impossible for anyone to decipher. Yet, she pretended to be transparent to everyone, why did she do this? Was it really because she had great ambition?

  He slightly raised his eyes, gazing at her, sizing her up. A dark fog enveloped her, shrouding her in a layer of mystery that he couldn't see through. In an instant, she led him into the bedroom, placing him in the inner chamber. "Change your clothes and come to the study."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin bowed his head and replied. At this moment, he knew that he had no way out and could only follow her footsteps forward, because he had no other choice.

  Feng Ao Tian finished speaking, turned around and went to the study room. Mu Han Jin saw her leave, turned around, walked into the screen, took off his long gown, changed into new clothes, walked out of the inner hall, and slowly walked towards the study room.

  Feng Ao Tian entered the study and saw Feng Yu Qi still carefully reviewing the memorials. She walked up, sat beside him, "Have you finished reading them all?"

  "Hmm." Feng Rouqiu nodded, looking at Feng Ao Tian, and hurriedly revealed a joyful smile. "Uncle Wang, I think many things are hard to get started with."

  "This is where you need to learn." Feng Ao Tian glanced through the memorial in front of him, and when Mu Han Jin entered, he said coldly, "The position of Minister of Personnel, have you thought about who to choose?"

  "Currently, the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Yan Pei." Mu Hanjin stepped forward, slightly bowed, and then sat down on the soft couch, looking at Feng Ao Tian. Unlike the gentle and obedient appearance she had shown in recent days, a hint of recklessness and confidence was revealed.

  Feng Yu keenly sensed the difference in Mu Hanjin, curiously sizing him up, wanting to find out what made him special. However, after looking at him for a while, he met Mu Hanjin's calm and collected gaze, "Your Majesty, what do you think of this person?"

  Feng Yin Qiu was stunned again, and only then did he remember that this official servant was the favorite disciple of the Right Prime Minister Xing Yan, and also the son-in-law who had married into the Right Prime Minister's family.

  "This person is straightforward and doesn't understand compromise, if he were to be the Minister of Personnel, it wouldn't be suitable." Feng Yin considered the position, the Ministry of Personnel was for selecting talents, what was needed was a mature person, not to mention that Yan Pei was his mother's natal family and also half-royal, just this temperament alone made him think it wasn't suitable.

  "What does Wang Ye think?" Mu Hanjin asked immediately.

  "Say it with his reason." Feng Ao Tian asked back without answering.

  "The king ordered me, a humble minister, to oversee the imperial examination with all my might. The Ministry of Personnel is the most important among them, precisely because it is crucial. In order to avoid the phenomenon of buying and selling official positions, one should promote someone who is upright and unyielding. Moreover, there is also a background that others dare not touch easily." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, and it was clear that he knew the reason for the death of the Minister of Personnel who had just been burned to death in the great fire.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Feng Yin Qi and asked, "Did you understand?"

  "Yes, nephew is foolish." Feng Yuqi suddenly realized and looked at Mu Hanjin, humbly responding.

  "Very well, I'll go along with your decision." Feng Ao Tian glanced sideways at Mu Han Jin, "As for how to replenish the national treasury, do you have any plans?"

  "Prince Wang already has a countermeasure." Mu Hanjin's gentle gaze turned to Feng Ao Tian, and he said softly.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Do you have anything better?"

  "It's easy for officials to spit out their ill-gotten gains, but if you want these rich merchants to take out their silver, it's harder than ascending to heaven, unless there's a profit to be made." Mu Hanjin said calmly.

  "Hmm, not bad, continue." Feng Ao Tian said casually while glancing at the memorial.

  "There is only one sentence." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, as if he had seen through her thoughts.

  "Which one?" Feng Yu Qian couldn't help but curiously ask.

  "All under heaven is the king's land" Mu Hanjin said slowly, then continued to flip through the memorials, holding the imperial brush, carefully starting to review them.

  "What a pity! In the imperial court, there is an emperor, and among merchants, there are also kings. A strong dragon cannot suppress a snake in its own territory." Feng Ao Tian said with a deeper meaning.

  "Capture the king first, then capture the bandit." Mu Hanjin handed over the reviewed memorial to Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian took over the memorial and directly wrote a single character "accurate" on it, then threw it aside, "How to capture?"

  "Your Highness, this matter is likely to be somewhat difficult to handle." Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Because the local snake has an unusual background, unusual means, and an even more unusual temperament."

  "What's with the seduction?" Feng Ao Tian smiled evilly and charmingly.

  "He doesn't like men." Mu Hanjin's eyes dimmed slightly as he said this quietly.

  "My father only knows two ways, one is seduction. If seduction doesn't work, he can only use the second method." Feng Ao Tian flipped open the memorial in Mu Han Jin's hand again, took a look, wrote an "accurate" character on it, and threw it aside.

  "What is it?" Feng Yuqi sat aside, listening to the two of them racking their brains, and really felt that he had read too little when he needed to use it, why hadn't he read more books?

  "Nature is robbery, and this is my strong point." Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, pinched Feng Yin Qi's cheek, and said.

  "That's even more difficult." Mu Hanjin handed the memorial to Feng Ao Tian again, "Three major powers, twelve small countries, all over his Silver Number Wine House, origin, Feng Guo is just a small country, let alone, behind him is the strongest of the three major powers - Yu Luo Guo backing, Feng Guo and Yu Luo Guo, aren't they like hitting a stone with an egg?"

  "Hmm, not bad." Feng Ao Tian said with a hint of eeriness, "There are only two ways to do this, either seduce him or take him by force. Since taking him by force won't work, then let's try seduction. Even if he doesn't like men, I'll send some beautiful women his way."

  "I've heard that he loves cleanliness, wherever he goes, everything is spotless, not even a speck of dust can be found. He absolutely won't use anything that others have touched, whether it's food or clothing, all are one-of-a-kind in this world. Moreover, he doesn't like women to touch him, nor does he like men, and with the prince's reputation being what it is, I'm afraid he might not even want to see your face." Mu Hanjin said again.

  "Are you saying I'm not clean?" Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "With my harem of three thousand beautiful men, what kind of beauty haven't I had? Is there really no one like him? What's the big deal even if I have so many beauties?"

  "Does Your Highness have any other good countermeasures?" Mu Hanjin remained unmoved, continuing to review the memorials, then raised his eyes and looked at him.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at Feng Yin Qi, his eyes slightly turning, a cold smile on his face. "Since you don't like men and don't hope for women, then it must be that you like children. Otherwise, Qi Er, you can make a sacrifice?"

  Feng Yin Qiu listened, and saw Feng Ao Tian's sneering expression, hastily retreated a few steps back, with hands clasped behind his chest, "Royal Uncle, I am the ruler of this country."

  "As the ruler of a country, one should alleviate the people's worries. Now that Feng Guo is in such a state of decline, as the Son of Heaven, you should rescue the people from their suffering." Feng Ao Tian said matter-of-factly.

  "It's no good." Feng Yu Qiao shook her head and retreated a few steps back.

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes, looking at Feng Ao Tian in front of her, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of her mouth. "He naturally doesn't like children, Your Highness, you'd better think of another way."

  Feng Ao Tian slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "This is my territory, I'm in charge! He has the backing of the Jade Luo Kingdom, what can he do? I don't believe I can't handle him, he's just a mere prince!"

  "Your Highness, since you are aware of his true identity as the third prince of Yuroguo, then you should know that he is not someone to be trifled with." Mu Hanjin's narrow and long eyes showed an unusual calmness, her elegant posture remained unchanged, but it flashed with a long-lost radiance.

  Feng Ao Tian carefully sized up Mu Han Jin, saying nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? I can tame even you, this stubborn bone. I don't believe I couldn't control him either. Might as well take him for myself. Besides, there are many new toys on the tool rack in the inner hall that I haven't used yet. I'll try them all out on him, and see if he doesn't obey."

  Mo Hanjin's hand paused slightly as he held his pen, although Feng Ao Tian was just joking, but he still feared the things on the torture rack, which were still the shadows in his heart that he couldn't shake off.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin's indifferent expression, cleared his throat and then turned to Feng Yun Qi, "Why are you hiding so far away? Do I still look like I can eat you?"

  Feng Ao Tian cried with a sad face, looking at her, "Uncle Wang, you won't send your nephew away, will you?"

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand and patted Feng Yu Qi's head, "If he likes it, I'll send it over."

  "He definitely won't like it, my nephew is still young, his body hasn't fully developed, there's nothing to see." Feng Xuanji hurriedly smiled and slowly approached Feng Ao Tian's side. At this moment, he had once again cast aside the pretentious and profound emperor, transforming into a thorough and utter child who only radiates innocence and naivety in front of his uncle.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, "Take a look at the memorial that this king has approved."

  "Yes." Feng Yin Qi hastily replied, hastily flipping through the memorial.

  "Master, a letter from the border." A cold voice sounded outside the bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and responded in a low voice, "Bring it over."

  "Yes." As soon as he spoke, in an instant, two secret letters steadily fell into Feng Ao Tian's hands.

  Feng Yu blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of wonder, then he felt that the figure flashed extremely fast, even he didn't see clearly.

  Feng Ao Tian then opened the secret letter and after reading it, threw it to Mu Han Jin, "You tell me how I should respond to Mu Han Yao?"

  Mo Hanjin opened the secret letter, the first secret letter was the regent king's drawing of his older brother, and on the side, he actually drew that embarrassing place, and also attached two words, "Who is bigger?"

  He immediately saw some ink marks covering the words, apparently written in a hurry and not waiting for the ink to dry before closing it, with four large characters that read "Wang Ye Qīng Chǔ".

  Mo Hanjin's hand trembled, almost dropping the secret letter. He couldn't believe it, was this really written by his older brother? He widened his eyes, confirming that the handwriting indeed belonged to his older brother. Suddenly, he nearly fainted. His older brother shouldn't have directly destroyed the letter after receiving it, or at the very least ignored it. Why would he respond?

  He trembled as he sealed the letter, then opened the second one, which contained nothing but the day's itinerary and, more importantly, a shortage of grain and fodder.

  After seeing this major event, he finally collected his emotions of being shocked by the reply to the four big words he had just seen, raised his eyes, and happened to meet Feng Ao Tian's interested eyes. He pretended to calm down and put the secret letter in front of Feng Ao Tian again, "Your Highness, I don't know how to respond to this matter."

  "What good strategy do you have for the grain and fodder?" Feng Ao Tian directly entered the topic, now, the most urgent task is to solve this matter. Earlier, she had already anticipated the shortage of grain and fodder, so she was secretly thinking about a countermeasure. Now that Mu Han Yao personally reported it, she knew that this matter was an urgent need, and the principle that grain and fodder come before troops and horses, she also understood.

  "The granary's grain is almost depleted, if we were to collect it now, by the time all the grains are gathered, it would be two months from now, and by then, it would be too late." Mu Hanjin calmed his mind and looked at Feng Ao Tian, saying in a low voice.

  "The villages around the border have been affected by natural disasters in recent years and have had no harvest, so there is no grain to be transported." Feng Ao Tian also gained a detailed understanding of the current situation in Feng Guo on his way back from Bian Guan to the capital.

  "Yes, but there is a place that is indeed rich and has surplus grain." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "However, the price of grain there is extremely high, I'm afraid..."

  "What you're referring to wouldn't be Xun County, known as the land of fish and rice? Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin "Don't forget, that place is also the territory of that Third Prince."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian's almost gnashing teeth, thinking that with her current status and power, she could get whatever she wanted, but there was one person who had even more wealth than her, and it could be said that he was the richest in the world.

  Unfortunately, this person is not someone she can easily take down or get rid of.

  Feng Ao Tian disliked the existence of such people, she hated being controlled by others, but with her current actions, a small Feng Guo in this vast continent was just a tiny land that could be easily crushed, and in the eyes of those powerful countries, it was nothing more than an insignificant ant.

  "Grandfather's things will be returned sooner or later." Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed, shooting out a cold light as he looked at him. "Alright, now that the main matter is settled, let's talk about this secret letter. Do you know how to respond?"

  "I don't know." Mu Hanjin's face was slightly dazed, and he hastily lowered his head to continue reviewing the memorials.

  Feng Rou came over, wanting to see the contents of the secret letter, but was slapped on the head by Feng Ao Tian with a memorial, "What are you looking at? Even if you look, you can't compare."

  Feng Yu looked up with a painful bump on his head and asked in a disgruntled tone, "If you don't look, how would my nephew know that he can't compare to me?"

  "Hmm?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, thinking that this little guy was getting bolder and bolder, actually daring to talk back to her.

  Feng Yuqin saw that Wang Shu was displeased and hastily lowered his head, saying in a soft voice, "Uncle Wang, I know I was wrong."

  Feng Ao Tian then stuffed the secret letter into his bosom, "Take a look and compare."

  On Feng Yu's gloomy face, a cloud of joy suddenly gathered, and he smiled as he opened the secret letter. The smile froze on his face, and then it immediately fell, "Wang Shu, can't compare."

  He lowered his head, glanced at that place of his own, and sighed. He was only nine years old, indeed a bit young. Then he raised his eyes and secretly glanced down at Mu Hanjin's body.

  Mu Hanjin saw Feng Ao Tian stealing glances at her, and knew what he was thinking. She hastily pulled down the hem of her dress to cover herself, looked up at Feng Ao Tian, and said, "Your Highness, can we stop here?"

  "What are you looking at? Do I need your permission to look?" Feng Ao Tian's face sank, staring at Mu Han Jin.

  Mo Hanjin couldn't withstand her cold and stern gaze, slightly lowering his eyelids as he continued to busy himself with the matters at hand.

  Feng Yu saw that he couldn't see Mu Hanjin in that direction, so he turned his eyes to look at Feng Ao Tian, and as a result, he reached out his hand, only to be caught by Feng Ao Tian. "What do you want to do to this king?"

  "Uncle Wang, I'm a bit curious, is it Uncle Wang's or theirs?" Feng Yuxi blinked her eyes and asked innocently.

  "Cough, cough!" Mu Hanjin was suddenly choked by Feng Yuqi's words, and he coughed dryly, raising his eyes to glance at the lower part of Feng Ao Tian's body.

  Feng Ao Tian saw two gazes staring straight at her, she hastily got down from the bed, stood up, turned her back to the two of them and said in a low voice, "What business do you have with me, sir?"

  "Uncle Wang, I've never seen you before," Feng Yuxi said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

  Feng Ao Tian cursed silently in her heart, this little guy, who said he was innocent and lovely, was actually a little devil. She knew herself well, not just small, but had never been good from the start.

  She let out a cold hum, then turned around, and saw the schadenfreude flashing in Mu Hanjin's eyes. Her gaze darkened, she stepped forward, hooked his chin, slowly leaned in, until her thin lips were about to touch his, "How, do you want to try?"

  Mo Hanjin's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily furrowed his brow, "Your humble servant dares not."

  "How dare you?" Feng Ao Tian sneered, "I see that your guts are getting bigger and bigger now."

  Mo Hanjin raised his eyes and replied calmly, "You know best about my courage, sir."

  Feng Ao Tian approached and kissed his lips, lightly biting the corner of his mouth. Feng Yin Qi looked at the scene in front of him, and the playful mood was gone, leaving only a faint melancholy. For some reason, he didn't want to see Wang Shu being good to others, couldn't bear to see Wang Shu getting close to others.

  A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, as if Feng Ao Tian had abandoned him once again. He lay on the table weakly and said, "Alas, it's late at night, dry and desolate, Uncle Wang, can't you be more restrained?"

  Feng Ao Tian continued to kiss Mu Han Jin's lips, carefully savoring the sweetness that was rare and had a hint of richness. Compared to the bland taste of these days, it was several times more mellow. She knew that Mu Han Jin was slowly changing, perhaps not long after, he would thoroughly tear off his hidden facade and become his original self.

  Mo Hanjin didn't know why, but being kissed by her like this, he didn't feel even a hint of disgust. When her hand covered his chest, he could still feel the faint beating of his heart. What was wrong with him?

  It was a lingering kiss. Feng Ao Tian left his lips and asked in a low voice, "Do you still want to know?"

  "Your humble servant dare not." Mu Hanjin lowered his head, covering up his ragged breathing.

  Feng Ao Tian nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and looked at Feng Yin Qi, "Don't forget why you came here, if you're not willing to learn with an open mind, then go back to the palace."

  Feng Rou naturally knew that Feng Ao's words were not false, and she hastily got up from the desk, sat upright, and obediently opened the memorial in front of her, looking at it seriously.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to sit back on the soft couch, silently flipping through Mu Han Jin's reviewed memorials, and then made annotations one by one. During this time, the three of them were silent, occasionally saying a few words, but it was only about court affairs.

  At the third watch of the night, Mr. Feng reminded him outside, "Your Highness, it's already the third watch, you should rest."

  "Yes, convey the Emperor's decree: tomorrow at dawn, the Grand Chancellor must attend court on time, no mistakes allowed." Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice after annotating the last memorial.

  "Yes." Feng Gonggong took orders and immediately ordered people to pass it down.

  Feng Ao Tian put away the memorial, looked at Mu Han Jin, then took out a secret letter, wrote it with great flourish, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Do you want to write a family letter?"

  "No." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, now he needed to deal with his own affairs.

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian tossed the secret letter aside and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Guess how I'll respond to him?"

  "The king's mind is as deep as the sea, and I, a humble minister, am foolish and unable to guess one or two things." Mu Hanjin carefully collected the memorials, then descended from his seat and bowed to Feng Ao Tian, saying, "Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

  "You two can rest first, I still have some things to do." Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, with her current temperament, she was satisfied. Although it was only a small change, it was also surprising. She was looking forward to the 15th day later, when he would tell her the truth.

  "I bid you farewell." Mu Hanjin had been through a tumultuous night and was already exhausted. It was not easy for him to hold on until now, so he turned around and exited the study, walked straight to the inner hall, took off his outer robe, wore only his undergarments, and lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't mind, knowing the inner struggles he had faced today. He turned to Feng Xuan Qi and said, "Qi'er, why don't you go rest?"

  "The nephew likes to stay with Uncle Wang, and when Uncle Wang is not around, the nephew does not want to sleep on the same couch as others." Feng Xuan Qi looked at Mu Han Jin, feeling a bit awkward, and now, only he and Uncle Wang were left, and no one would come to disturb them.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yin Qi, "Then you'll accompany this king to wait together."

  "Good." Feng Yu couldn't help but lean into Feng Ao Tian's arms, looking up at her with a smile all over his face.

  Inside the palace, Xing Zhiyan spat blood and fainted. Now she's slowly waking up. Her first words after waking up were, "Where is the Emperor?"

  "Empress Dowager, the Emperor has not yet returned to the palace." Guo Hui stood beside her, saying with a hint of sadness.

  Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "This unfilial son, does he think that in his eyes, the Queen Mother is not even comparable to a mere King Uncle?"

  "Empress Dowager, please calm down, don't get angry and harm your body." Guo Hui hastily consoled her.

  Xing Zhiyan's eyes were slightly cold, "It is said that a mother and son are connected at heart. I have raised him for so many years and given him a noble status. Why would he treat me like this? Is it because there is a distinction between kinship and strangers?"

  "Empress Dowager, the Emperor is your own flesh and blood, born of your womb after ten months. He will certainly not leave you for the Regent King." Guo Hui comforted in a low voice.

  Xing Zhiyan concentrated her mind, things have come to this point, the arrow is already on the string and cannot be retracted. She has been preparing for so long, what was it all for? Absolutely can't give up halfway.

  She took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with a cold glint, "Is everything planned and arranged?"

  "Your Majesty can rest assured, this matter was personally handled by the Prime Minister, and it is absolutely foolproof." Guo Hui said in a low voice.

  "What news is there from Luoyang?" Xing Ziyuan asked again.

  "Now, Lan Jing has only been gone for two days and already rumors of his trip to Lianghuai have spread. It seems that this journey will not be peaceful either. At the earliest, it will take ten days to reach Lianghuai." Guo Hui replied immediately.

  "Hmm, the Regent's arranged informants, let them not make any rash moves." Xing Ziyuan recalled last night's events and a thread of fear rose in her heart. This Feng Ao Tian was indeed formidable.

  "Yes." Guo Hui replied, "However, due to the Regent's handling of several major events over the past two days, some officials who originally intended to defect are now hesitating."

  "Not afraid, for now the situation is not yet settled and unclear, let's wait a bit longer." Xing Zhiyan lightly sipped her tea, and couldn't help but think of Feng Yuqi, feeling heartache. She had planned for so many years, pouring all her heart and soul into him, only to have him betray her because of Feng Ao Tian.

  "I'll go and take care of it now." Guo Hui replied, and immediately withdrew.

  Xing Zhiyan seemed to think of something and continued, "Tomorrow after the morning court session, you can invite the Emperor over."

  "Yes." Guo Hui nodded and backed out.

  Xing Zhiyan lay down by herself, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Shi Chen, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a cold voice echoed, "Master, it's done. Here is the account."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian replied, and then a ledger appeared in her hand. She opened the ledger, looked at it one by one, and a sly smile spread from the corner of her mouth. "It's indeed a considerable income. With this amount of silver, we can solve our current difficulties."

  "Master, this is the origin of Ye Yan's arrival." Bai replied immediately.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed slightly, and then a letter appeared in her hand. She didn't open it, but instead put it in her bosom, then stretched out her hand to hold Feng Yu Qi close, "Follow this king to rest."

  "Uncle Wang, how did I smell the scent of conspiracy on you?" Feng Xue Qian leaned against Feng Ao Tian's chest, smiling faintly at her.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't say yes or no, and the two of them went to the inner chamber. Mu Han Jin was sleeping very soundly. Feng Ao Tian carried Feng Yun Qi onto the bed and fell asleep directly.

  The next day, before dawn, the three of them got up early. Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian and only then remembered that his official robes had been torn to shreds by her last night and were now ashes. He couldn't help but curse silently for a few sentences. When would this Regent King change his habit of tearing clothes? Such a rough move! If it were any other clothes, it would be fine, but those were official robes. Now, where could he find another one just like them?

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at him with a calm expression, smiling lightly, "Don't you wear official robes yet?"

  "Your Highness, you already wore that official robe yesterday..." Mu Hanjin reminded kindly.

  Phoenix proudly looked up and saw that Old Master Feng had already brought in a new official robe, "Your Highness, this is the official robe made of brocade silk that I sent someone to fetch from the Weaving Department. It was rushed through the night."

  "Hmm, let it be." Feng Ao Tian replied indifferently.

  Mo Hanjin turned around, looking at the official robe in front of him, and then picked it up. It was indeed exactly the same, although it was made overnight, but there was no sign of any discomfort, and wearing it felt very comfortable, fitting his figure perfectly.

  Phoenix proudly said in front of everyone, stretched out his hand and put the official hat on him, "Let's go."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes and followed her, while Feng Yuqi took the lead in walking out of the palace, sitting on the dragon sedan chair, and Mu Hanjin sat with Feng Ao Tian on the imperial sedan chair.

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand and pulled Mu Han Jin into a hug, the two of them lying down in the imperial carriage. "Take advantage of the empty space to rest for a while."

  Mo Hanjin gazed at her sideways, watching as she closed her eyes and dozed off. He soon felt drowsiness wash over him and also fell asleep, not waking up until an hour later when they arrived at the imperial palace.

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand, playing with the long hair on his chest. When he woke up, their eyes met, and she smiled mischievously, "When did you learn to sleep so carelessly in front of me?"

  Mo Hanjin was silent, and he wondered when he could sleep so peacefully just by looking at her sleeping face. It was probably the first day she returned to the capital, when she brought herself back to the palace, that the brutal aura on her body dissipated, replaced by a gentle and calm demeanor that made people feel at ease when they approached her. This change in her made him bewildered and unsure of what to do, until last night, when her sharp and cold words pulled him out of his reverie. Even though he had been hiding for two years, he couldn't escape her control after all. Since that was the case, why bother with pretenses anymore? He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this must be fate, and that heavenly decrees were impossible to defy.

  "Daydreaming again?" Feng Ao Tian's face sank, how could he never get rid of this habit?

  Mo Hanjin furrowed his brow and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, it's time to get off the carriage."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian leaned in, catching him off guard, and stole a kiss on his lips. "Remember, next time you're dazed, I'll bite."

  Mu Hanjin's eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with a hint of crimson, looking extremely beautiful. As she stepped down from the imperial carriage, Feng Yuqi was seen standing with his hands behind his back, waiting for them.

  Feng Ao Tian naturally took his hand, as usual, and the three of them entered the palace, walking to the Golden Hall.

  All officials, with the left and right chancellors at their head, stood respectfully in the hall below. After these two days of the Regent King's personal governance, the policies that had been issued one after another, as well as the cases that had been settled, made all the ministers dare not relax, fearing that if they were careless for a moment, they would be thrown out.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, coldly scanning the Left Minister Lan Feng and Right Minister Xing Yan. The two had not seen each other for several days, their faces as usual, it was clear that these past few days were truly spent in leisure within the manor.

  She then threw the account book in her hand directly at Lan Feng's feet, "Left Prime Minister, take a look first, and then pass the account book one by one. After reading it, say your opinions."

  "Yes." Lan Xing replied, and immediately bent down to pick up the account book, flipping through it page by page with great care. However, after not even finishing one page, his calm face changed colors several times.

  After Lan Xing finished, he was also frightened with a cold sweat. He then handed the account book to Mu Hanjin behind him. When Mu Hanjin took over the account book, he raised his eyes and swept across Lan Xing's face, which looked extremely bad. His fingers were also slightly trembling. He felt that this account book must be extraordinary. Indeed, when he scanned it quickly, thinking about what Prince Wang said last night about waiting for something important, it turned out to be this account book. As he read through it, estimating the numbers, it was truly enough to solve the grain and grass problem at the border.

  Mo Hanjin handed over the account book, and it was passed to the official behind him. The official carefully took it over and looked at it one by one, suddenly scared to death, his mouth trembling, and his whole body weakly passing the account book to the next person. Time slowly passed, when it was passed to Right Chancellor Xing Yan, the officials standing on the side of Left Chancellor Lan Feng had already turned pale with fear.

  Xing Yan took over the account book and looked at the faces of others, after finishing looking at the account book, he was also scared to have his legs go soft, this...this...how could it be?

  He raised his eyes, just in time to meet Feng Ao Tian's cold gaze, and was so startled that he almost dropped the account book in his hand. He mustered up his last bit of strength to hand the account book over to the official behind him.

  It was a long time before the sun shone brightly in the sky, directly shining into the great hall and hitting them, as if they felt like ants on their backs. Some officials were so frightened that they had already fainted.

  Feng Ao Tian took back the account book, coldly scanning the officials who had fainted on the ground. In a deep voice, he said, "For losing decorum in front of the palace, take them out and give each 50 heavy slaps, dismiss from office, confiscate their property, drive them out of the capital city, never to be employed again."

  "Yes." The Imperial Guards outside the gate took orders and immediately dragged out the already frightened officials. Immediately, a mournful scream was heard outside the great hall, piercing the ears.

  Feng Ao Tian swept his gaze across the faces of the officials in the hall, his expression gloomy. "Left Minister, tell me, are the numbers on this account book accurate? Are they true?"

  "Report to the Regent, everything is true." Lan Xing didn't dare say a word of denial. If he spoke out, he feared that not only would his own life be in danger, but also that few people present in the grand hall would be able to leave alive.

  "These silver ingots, apart from the official salary issued by the imperial court, are considered loans to you from me. Within three days, if you don't return them according to the original amount, I'll have to take them back myself. However, my subordinates love seeing bloodshed, so if it leads to the extinction of your family, don't blame me for being ruthless." Feng Ao Tian said nonchalantly.

  "We will definitely return." The officials hurriedly knelt on the ground, strongly suppressing their inner fear, and replied in unison.

  "Very well." Feng Ao Tian put away the account book, and with a light wave of his hand, the book fell into Mu Han Jin's arms. "Hand over all the silver to Mu Yu Shi, and finally settle with the Ministry of Revenue, then collect it into the treasury."

  "I obey your orders." Mu Hanjin hastily bowed and said.

  Feng Ao Tian immediately asked, "The position of Shangshu of the Ministry of Personnel, can Mu Yu Shi recommend a candidate?"

  Digression

  Sorry everyone, I didn't mean to, I promised the first update would be 30,000 words, but since 30,000 words is too much at once, I'll only update 20,000 words for now. Lemon will update another 10,000 words at 12:00 to make up for it, o(n_n)o~

  Recommendation of friend's article "The Perfume Master in the Countryside" by Feng Jianyun

  Internationally renowned perfumer Mu Nianqiu was knocked down the stairs, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she heard a little girl call her "mother". The face of an extremely strange woman in the mirror made Mu Nianqiu terrified!

  The little girl is clever and sensible, mature beyond her years. Unfortunately, she has just lost her mother and doesn't have a father. Mu Nianqiu gritted her teeth and decided to take her in! After all, it's not like having another daughter would be a burden for her; she can still afford to raise one more!

  What! The mother and daughter had no relatives, no one to rely on, only the three small wooden houses and two acres of barren land left by Zeng Ah Po, but someone was robbing them of even that!

  Uncle can tolerate it, but Auntie cannot! If all these can be deceived by you, how can Mu Nian Qiu survive?