Volume 1: The Storm of Regency 040 The Emperor Cannot Enter

  Mo Hanjin's body trembled after hearing this, his face turned bright red as if it had been dyed with a layer of sunset glow. Could he also paint such a picture? Now he just wanted to tear up the painting.

  Feng Ao Tian's icy fingers touched his familiar cheek, a chill that made Mu Han Jin tremble uncontrollably. He raised his eyes to meet Feng Ao Tian's handsome face with an evil smile, and quickly lowered his head, "Your Highness, I'm afraid my clumsy appearance would offend your eyes, so let's just forget it."

  Feng Ao Tian sneered, "What I set my eyes on can't be a clumsy posture. Are you doubting my taste?"

  Mo Hanjin hastily shook his head and said, "No... your humble servant... knows his mistake."

  Feng Ao's slender fingers brushed against his scorching cheeks, as if gently stroking the warm jade she always carried with her, carefully and seriously massaging.

  Mo Hanjin recalled the scene where she personally fed porridge to Ye Yanhui earlier, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes. The Regent who had just returned from the border was indeed different from her usual self, but the overbearing and brutal aura that seeped out from within her bones was still as clear as ever. He couldn't quite see through it - was this current Regent the real deal or a fake?

  Feng Ao Tian's jade foot silently passed under the table, stopping at Mu Han Jin's important position, her toes lightly touching his brocade satin long pants through her shoes and socks...

  Mo Hanjin was in a daze, but Feng Ao Tian's words made her body stiffen, her bright red face suddenly turned pale, and she fell towards the soft couch beside her, her body unstable, and without warning, she fell off the soft couch.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyebrows rose slightly, and she didn't feel the slightest bit out of place with her previous teasing behavior. With a slight movement of her palm, Mu Hanjin's body, which had fallen to the ground, naturally fell into her arms.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at Mu Han Jin's pale face and said in a low voice, "What? Afraid I'll touch you?"

  "Your Highness, I...I didn't mean to, it's just that...I didn't expect you to suddenly..." Mu Hanjin bumped into Feng Ao Tian's cold gaze, his eyes as cold as a winter lake, causing him to involuntarily shrink back, and hastily explain. He thought of the unusual sensation in his lower abdomen earlier, and his pale face regained a hint of color, which was actually a blush.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes sank, and he hooked up the scattered hair on his chest. His thin lips curled up, and he whispered in a low voice, "It's just a comparison, is Mu Han Yao bigger or are you bigger..."

  Mo Hanjin's face turned even redder and more translucent, like the pure white jade that seemed to glow from within, making one want to lean in and take a gentle bite. Feng Ao Tian thought this, and then did just that, lightly biting Mo Hanjin's cheek and leaving behind a row of teeth marks, as if imprinting a beautiful flower on his flawless face.

  He, who was once elegant and refined, now looked lost. He wanted to break free from the annoying restraints, but couldn't. The faint pain on his face pulled at his indifferent heart. He raised his eyes to meet Feng Ao Tian's gaze, "Your Highness, the memorial has not been approved yet."

  Feng Ao Tian coldly smiled, "Or else I'll also draw your size and ask Mu Han Yao, who's bigger after all?"

  Mo Han's eyes flashed with a hint of anger, mixed with helplessness. It was easy to imagine that if her older brother saw this painting, he would probably burn the secret letter on the spot. If it were him, he would do the same thing.

  Feng Ao Tian stared at Mu Han Jin's occasional shy appearance, pushing him to the other side of the desk, "Don't you have any documents to review?"

  Mu Hanjin was taken aback, her emotions changing in an instant. Just now she had been tender and affectionate, but now she was cold and frosty. He fell silent, calming his mind, and picked up his brush again, staring at the memorial as his mind went blank.

  Feng Ao Tian took up his brush and painted a portrait of Mu Han Jin, while also writing two words next to it: "Who's bigger?"

  Satisfied with the secret letter, he folded it up and threw it out. A black shadow caught it in mid-air and disappeared instantly.

  Mu Hanjin tried to restrain his emotions, calming himself down and focusing on the memorials in front of him. Feng Ao Tian picked up the memorials that Mu Hanjin had already categorized and annotated, reviewing them one by one, adding his final decisions and setting them aside.

  Inside the inner chamber, Ye Wei was still fast asleep, the large bedroom quiet and soundless, as if the commotion just now was merely a way to release the tension of the whole day, and also a pleasure within the boudoir.

  As the night deepened, Feng Yu stood outside the palace with his hands behind his back. He was reminding himself to restrain and endure, but thinking that he, a mighty ruler of a nation, had to wait for an audience with his subject, if this matter were to spread, even if he held great power in the future, it would still be a shame to him. Thinking of this, his anger suddenly soared, his eyes seemed to spit out fire, and he strode towards the palace.

  Marquis Feng saw the young emperor walking far away, his face calm and serene standing outside the grand hall gate. In his small figure, under the moonlight, a cold and chilly air was emitted, step by step as if carrying anger, he ascended the steps, just about to enter the palace when the royal guards stepped forward to block him.

  "Your Majesty, the king has not finished his business yet. You cannot enter this palace." Feng Gonggong said in a sharp and steady tone.

  "What if I must go in?" Feng Yin's voice was cold and menacing, her eyes narrowed, staring at Director Feng with a sinister gaze.

  Just as Feng Gong was about to respond, Feng Ao Tian's low and husky voice rang out, "This king's bedchamber isn't a place that can be entered casually, if you want to enter, then strip naked before coming in."

  Digression

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