Volume 1: Regent's Stormy Weather 036 Too Thin

  Mu Hanjin heard, unmoving and expressionless, her slender fingers like jade lightly touched the bowl, her eyes cast down, a hint of warmth that was hard to detect flashed in her eyes, along with a thread of displeasure.

  Phoenix gazed down at Ye Wei, his eyes fixed on the other man's face. He chuckled low in his throat and reached out to brush a finger over Ye Wei's pouting lips, inhaling the scent of his skin. "How can you not be satisfied?"

  "Father, I'm also cold." The night demon's beautiful eyes flowed and turned, shining brightly as she gazed at him. She hooked her finger on the hem of Feng Ao Tian's clothes in front of him and said softly.

  "Father has a good way to cure your body chill quickly, and it's effective immediately. But do you want to try it?" Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, biting his lip lightly.

  Ye Mei's body trembled slightly. What method did he have? He was just looking at Mu Hanjin with disapproval, why did he get to drink the soup while she could only watch with envy?

  Before Ye Wei could react, Feng Ao Tian suddenly turned around and pushed Ye Wei's soft body with one palm towards his waist. He was then propelled out by the force of the palm.

  She lightly flew forward, while his body directly crashed into the inner hall. Ye Yan certainly knew that Feng Ao Tian's internal strength was deep, and he cried out in his heart. How could he relax his vigilance against her because of her brief gentleness? Tigers still have time to doze off, but even a dozing tiger is still a tiger and will not lose its brutal nature. Thinking of this, he felt that he had lost his composure today because of Mu Hanjin, and his soft body was rushing straight towards the wall of the inner hall with great force, only a little short of crashing into it.

  He didn't have the slightest fear, this kind of thing was nothing compared to what he had endured in the past. Misery is greater than death, now he was just a living dead man. If it weren't for his hatred, he would have probably disappeared long ago, why bother struggling to survive in this world? His eyes still held a hint of elegance, calmly facing the fragile body crashing into the wall and shattering.

  Her slender waist was wrapped in his arms, and he raised his eyes to meet the cold gaze of those eyes. There was no excessive emotion in his eyes, only a hint of warmth in this embrace. The handsome face was magnified in front of him, making him stunned.

  Phoenix proudly fell to the ground, pulled down the fox fur on the clothes rack next to him, and wrapped it around his body, covering his tempting figure. In his daze, he flipped over, grabbed his foot, took out the brocade handkerchief from his bosom, wrapped it around his skin-like jade ankle, and hung it on the beam of the house.

  He was suspended in the inner hall, and he looked at Feng Ao Tian with some confusion. Was this a new way of torture she had come up with? The scenes of her past abuse were still vivid in his mind, how could he not feel pain, how could he not hurt, but yet he still had to pretend to be enjoying it. This kind of suffering had already numbed him, and since he was numb, he gradually lost all sensation.

  But now, wrapped in warmth, he wanted to resent her for making such a gentle gesture at the time of his torment.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on his lips, "In just two hours, the poison in your body will be completely gone."

  Ye Mei couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart, such nonsense, she could still say it with such a straight face, this can cure physical coldness, is he really an idiot? But now he can't pretend to be stupid, hurriedly smiled sweetly, "Sir, is this really possible?"

  "Afterwards, come to the emperor's bedroom every day, hang around for two hours, and in about a month, you can completely cure it." Feng Ao Tian said, turned around, and walked out of the inner hall with ease.

  Yè Mèi Xīn gazed at the back of Fèng ào Tiān as he left, her mouth slightly curled up. What's the difference? He had been beaten and hung since childhood, so what's one more time?

  Feng Ao Tian walked out of the inner hall and saw Mu Hanjin lowering his head, eating alone. He sat down beside him neatly, "Your clothes have been brought over by someone I ordered, after Cold Qianye fully recovers, you can move over."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin stopped his daze and responded in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian picked up his chopsticks and added some dishes in front of him, "Eat more, you're too thin, it's easy to get hurt."

  Because of Mu Hanjin's action of serving him dishes, a warm current had just flashed through his heart, but was suddenly reversed by her latter half sentence. He couldn't help but lament in his heart, how could she suddenly change her nature? It really was he who thought too much.

  The two of them had lunch and then went to the study, just like yesterday, sitting face to face on the soft couch. Feng Ao Tian lazily reclined on one side, with the warm sunlight in the afternoon shining down on her beautiful face, her thin lips slightly pursed, holding a book she had picked from the bookshelf, reading it quietly.

  Mo Hanjin sat quietly on the other side of the desk, holding a red pen in his hand, carefully making annotations on the memorial to the throne, and then categorizing them one by one before putting them away for Feng Ao Tian's review.

  At this time, Lan Jing had already arrived at the Supervision Office, completed a series of document handovers, took the Imperial Censor's plaque, and was browsing through the files on the Two Huai regions. He not only was the previous champion scholar but also the son of the Left Prime Minister and the male favorite bestowed by the Regent King as the Supervision Office's Imperial Censor. Such a noble status made other officials in the Supervision Office dare not to be presumptuous, being extremely cautious and following procedures in carrying out their duties.

  Inside the palace, Feng Yu was furious in the emperor's bedroom, his small body trembling with rage, his face red, his fists clenched, staring at the portrait of Feng Ao Tian on the imperial desk, which was filled with flying darts. His eyes were fierce and he slapped the imperial desk with one palm, panting heavily.

  Outside the imperial bedroom, Right Chancellor Xing Yan hung his head low, today's early morning events still vivid in his mind. The Supervising Censors of the Ducha Yuan were all his disciples, but now one was thrown into prison and another beaten to death on the spot. Instead, two eunuchs took over the heavy responsibilities, not only that, they even stripped him of his powers. As a result, all his plans were disrupted, what should he do next? He was anxious and didn't know what to do. Just then, Emperor Xianzong inside the palace was furious, but at this moment, he saw a gentle woman walking towards him from afar, it was his daughter, Empress Dowager Xing Ziyuan. His face suddenly lit up with joy, and he hastily went to greet her.

  "Your old minister pays his respects to Her Majesty the Empress Dowager, may she live for a thousand years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years!" Xing Yan hastily knelt down on the ground, shouting loudly.

  Feng Yin Qi heard the voice of Youxiang outside the hall, and without regard for the fragments that had been smashed to the ground, he strode out of the hall.

  Xing Zhiyan arrived with a gentle and elegant demeanor, showcasing the majesty of a motherly figure. She wore a bright yellow phoenix robe, with a phoenix crown that exuded dignity. Her temperament was dignified and refined, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, with subtle yet bold makeup, making her appear even more noble and warm.

  She slowly walked into the imperial bedroom, Feng Yuqi had already come out of the palace and stood in front of her, bowing his head respectfully and said, "Your son greets you, Empress Dowager."