Volume 1: The Regent's Stormy Weather 049

  The Emperor owes me, don't forget to repay.

  "That long gown is in the Emperor's bedroom, I'll have someone fetch it." Feng Yin Qiu said quietly.

  Feng Ao Tian took a step forward, lowered his head and gazed at him. In his mind, he recalled how the previous owner of this body had doted on him. Since her beloved passed away, she began to indulge in self-destructive behavior, and towards this young emperor, she was extremely disgusted. Every time she saw his face, she would think of her imperial brother, so she had to put on a cold expression in front of him.

  Feng Yu raised his eyes, looking at Feng Ao Tian's gaze, unable to discern any emotions, without the gentle smile of the past, nor the enchanting and seductive smile of last night, only a cloud of fog that made him ponder.

  Feng Ao Tian suddenly stretched out his hand, stroking his nine-liu crown, his tone extremely gentle, which made Feng Yun Qi somewhat stunned, as if time had turned back to the past. "It seems like it's not just this."

  Feng Yu's body stiffened for a moment, what else was there?

  Feng Ao Tian saw him staring at her in confusion, she raised her hand and gently hooked his soft cherry-like lips, kindly reminding him, "What did you do to me last night?"

  Feng Yu suddenly remembered, a faint blush crossing his face, he hastily lowered his head, not daring to look at her, and said in a low voice, "That... that was my fault..."

  "Accidentally? What's done is done, no excuses can be made for one's own actions." Feng Ao Tian continued to stroke the nine-jeweled crown of Feng Yin Qi, tracing along the curved shape that covered his face with a dragon bead. "Some things aren't necessarily true just because they're seen with one's own eyes; just like human hearts, Your Majesty must keep your eyes wide open and take a good look."

  Feng Yu raised her eyes, looking at Feng Ao Tian's rarely revealed gentle gaze, as if she had returned to the past, and asked inexplicably, "So what is true? What is false?"

  "It's all up to the Emperor himself, if he thinks it's true then it's true, if he thinks it's false then it's false. As a member of the imperial family, the worst thing is to rely on others, especially those closest to you." Feng Ao Tian said slowly, "The Emperor owes me, don't forget to repay."

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and walked forward, Mu Han Jin still followed respectfully by his side. The calm strings in his heart were stirred up as he recalled what she had just said to the emperor. He raised his eyes and gazed at Feng Ao Tian's profile, the majestic palace was quiet and still, the clear morning sky was a brilliant blue, and a ray of sunlight shone on her handsome face. Her steps were leisurely, but exuded an unquestionable majesty, that innate regal aura seemed to reduce the chill in the palace by several degrees. Perhaps it was the dazzling sunlight that made his mind dazed, the person in front of him was like the supreme ruler sitting on the dragon throne, surrounded by an aura of dominance.

  Feng Ao Tian sidled up to him, her eyes locked on his, the corners of her mouth slightly raised as she took his hand and walked forward in silence. In this moment, all she hoped for was that there would be someone who could walk shoulder-to-shoulder with her like this until they reached the pinnacle of power she desired.

  Mo Hanjin was led by her, but he felt a heavy sense of being crushed by Mount Tai, as if his body had been loaded with a thousand-pound burden. He raised his eyes, and in such clear weather, he felt that dark clouds were gathering. Suddenly, he saw a beam of light passing over his head, and his eyes sank slightly. It seemed that the world was about to be thrown into chaos. The words of his master echoed in his ears: "Golden light appears, king's dignity is revealed, the world is in chaos."

  He hastily lifted his head, staring at the back of Feng Ao Tian's brain, where a golden light shone brightly on her brain, forming a dragon shape. He was so frightened that his whole body trembled, clearly not daring to believe what was happening in front of him. How could she possibly be Wang Zun?

  Feng Ao Tian felt Mo Han Jin's unease, stopped in his tracks, and saw that his face was pale. She slightly moved her finger, and he stumbled into her arms, asking softly, "What's wrong?"

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and met the warmth in hers, hastily suppressing the fear and incredulity in her heart, saying in a low voice, "I'm feeling a bit chilly."

  "Return to the mansion and drink soup." Feng Ao Tian wrapped his arms around his waist, his toes lightly tapping, and in an instant he flew out of the imperial palace.

  Feng Rou's eyes followed Feng Ao Tian as he left, the words she had just spoken still echoing in his ears. He knew that the Regent King was warning him not to judge things by their appearance, and she was also reminding him that his position on the throne would not last long. He would have to contend with her, and there was only one dead end.

  As he thought of this, he felt a chill run down his spine and his body couldn't help but tremble. Was the Regent Uncle going to make a move? He reached out and stroked the spot where Feng Ao Tian had just touched his lips, as if there was still a faint warmth left behind. His eyes darkened, this day was destined to arrive, he had made preparations, only... in his heart, he still yearned for the affection of Regent Uncle towards him in the past. Now, for the sake of his mother, for the sake of his father, for the sake of protecting his people, and even more so for Feng Guo, he couldn't help but steel himself, clenching his fists tightly, and let out a mournful sigh. Regent Uncle, this is you forcing me to take action against you.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to the Regent's Palace with Mu Han Jin, and went straight to the bedroom. Ye Xiao Hui had just gotten up and saw Feng Ao Tian return, so she hurried over, her waist swaying as she walked. Her eyes sparkled with a thousand charms, but when she saw Mu Han Jin in his arms, a hint of displeasure flashed across her face. She stepped closer to Feng Ao Tian, her voice coquettish as she said, "Master... I knew it, Master couldn't bear to leave me alone in an empty room."

  Feng Ao Tian supported Mu Han Jin to sit down, and Old Man Feng had been investigating the assassin last night. Today, he followed the four joys who were leading the procession on their way back to the Wang Fu after attending the early court session. Meanwhile, Old Man Feng had already found out the traitor and upon hearing that the prince was returning to the mansion, he hurried over.

  Feng Gonggong had just entered the bedroom when he heard Feng Ao Tian say in a cold voice, "Go and bring the soup that was prepared for Mu Shiqi."

  Feng Gong hastily withdrew his front foot that had just stepped forward and bowed his head in response, "Yes."

  Mo Hanjin's thoughts were in disarray at this moment, he knew his fate since birth, and couldn't help but follow it. All these years, he had been acting recklessly, following his heart, yet still couldn't escape the arrangement of fate. No matter how hard he tried to shake it off, he would still have to bear the weight of his responsibilities. He raised his eyes, gazing at Feng Ao Tian, her attitude towards him and the entire Feng Nation over the past two years had filled him with hatred and coldness. However, in the past two days, he had witnessed her change with his own eyes. How should he choose now?

  Digression

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