Volume 1: Regent's Turbulence 056 Should I Leave?

  Mo Hanjin raised his eyes, gazing at Feng Ao Tian's pair of eyes that were looking back at him. In those eyes, there was a warmth that made him puzzled, but in this moment, it suddenly and inexplicably pierced into his heart.

  His footsteps moved slowly forward without listening to orders, until he reached her front and asked in a very faint voice, "Your Highness, how is your body?"

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and said, "It's nothing, just lost a bit of blood."

  Mo Hanjin's heart finally relaxed a little after hearing the words, and his slightly clenched fist was suddenly grasped by Feng Ao Tian's icy hand. He lowered his eyes to look at the pair of white jade-like slender fingers, pried open his curled fingers, and as their hands clasped together, he couldn't help but tremble for a moment.

  Ye Mei Xing stood beside him, pouting and humming in dissatisfaction. He hastily reached out to gently pat her shoulder, "Master, you are currently injured and need to rest."

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, staring at Ye Mei Xi, a hint of evil charm hooked at the corner of his mouth, "Still not going to rest, don't think you can escape just like that."

  Yè Mèi's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily lowered her head, meekly responding, "This servant... understands."

  "It's settled then. Let's go back and rest, I'm a bit tired." Feng Ao Tian said as he stood up, holding Mu Han Jin's hand and leaving Qing Hui Pavilion.

  Ye Mei Xing gazed at Feng Ao Tian's receding back, then turned to look at Leng Qian Ye lying on the bed. Her beautiful eyes fluttered as she took a step forward, transforming from her artificial and affected demeanor in front of Feng Ao Tian into a stunningly handsome young nobleman. With one hand behind his back and the other in front, he left Qing Hui Pavilion and headed towards Yi Huan Pavilion.

  Qinghui Pavilion and Yihuan Pavilion were only separated by two long corridors. Before he could even take a breath, he returned to the pavilion, where his personal attendant, Xiao Tong, was waiting for him. Seeing that his master had finally returned, he hastily went forward to greet him, "Master, you've finally come back."

  "Hmm, I'm tired. No one is allowed to disturb me." After saying that, Ye Yanxi lazily went back to her room, took off her clothes and only wore a thin undergarment before lying down on the bed, thinking about what had just happened. She had hidden for a year, even stooping so low as to do this, but still got discovered by her mother. Today they didn't succeed, but in the future... it seemed like it was time for him to leave.

  Thinking of this, he felt a bit suffocated, and then thought of Feng Ao Tian's various scenes towards him in the past two days. He picked up the brocade handkerchief beside him and covered his face with it, and a bright and charming smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Now, even if he left, where could he go? Moreover, his martial arts were all abolished, and he had no place to hide. He retracted the smile at the corner of his mouth and let out a faint sigh. Under the vast sky, where was his refuge?

  Leng Qianye fell into a deep sleep after Feng Ao Tian left, but she had a strange dream that night, and the scenes that appeared in her mind were all of her feeding blood to him...

  Feng Ao Tian held Mu Han Jin's hand and didn't use his lightness skill, instead he strolled back to the palace as if taking a leisurely walk. Along the way, both of them remained silent, Mu Han Jin didn't know what to say, at this moment, his heart was filled with worries, the strange phenomenon that occurred during the early court session had already made him dazed and confused, and then the assassination attempt happened, which made him even more frightened. If it were in the past, he would have ignored it, but now... his heart was filled with hesitation.

  Feng Ao Tian did not want to say more, only because now her internal strength was damaged, coupled with excessive blood loss, she indeed had some physical weakness. However, if she fell down at this moment, then how many pairs of eyes in the palace were staring at her, waiting for the moment she fell? How could she show weakness and let the countless black hands behind her back succeed?

  Arriving at the bedroom, Lord Feng was already waiting at the door. How could he rest assured? What was the origin of that ghostly black-clad man with such profound martial arts skills? Moreover, his target was Mu Hanjin, not the master. What sinister plot was afoot, leaving him puzzled and unable to think it through? Furthermore, the master's body was currently weak, so he had to be on guard against anyone taking advantage of the situation; he couldn't afford to be careless.

  Feng Ao Tian saw Mr. Feng rushing towards her with a worried face from afar, and she felt warm in her heart. In this place where people were ruthless and she could die at any moment, only Mr. Feng was loyal to her.

  "Your Highness, are you alright?" Feng Gonggong hastily stepped forward, his voice shrill with concern as he asked, casting a sideways glance at Mu Hanjin. A glint of cold severity flashed in his sharp eyes, warning anyone who dared to harm the prince.

  Mo Hanjin naturally saw the hostility in Feng Gonggong's eyes, and thinking back to what had just happened, he was also puzzled as to why that ghostly creature suddenly wanted to kill him.

  Feng Ao Tian forced a faint smile and said softly, "I'm fine, Your Majesty. Just rest for a moment."

  "As long as Master Wang is unharmed, I can rest assured." Seeing Feng Ao Tian's normal expression, Old Man Feng also put his mind at ease.

  Feng Ao Tian no longer spoke much, and led Mu Hanjin into the bedroom. He raised his eyes to look at him, "Have you reviewed today's memorials?"

  "Not yet reviewed." Mu Hanjin then remembered his duties and hastily bowed in response.

  "Alright, go and do your thing." Feng Ao Tian replied indifferently, then released his hand and returned to the inner hall.

  Mu Hanjin responded in a warm voice, "Yes."

  She raised her eyes and watched as she entered the inner hall, silent for a moment, then turned around, entered the study, stared at the memorial on the desk for a long time, dispelled the heavy doubts in her heart, sat cross-legged, and carefully reviewed the memorial.

  Feng Ao Tian walked into the inner hall, along the wall, knocked a few times in a rhythmic pattern, and saw the wall beside her slowly move. She entered the secret room, which was specially reserved for her daily practice. Inside, there was a thousand-year-old ice bed. She sat down on the ice bed, held her breath, concentrated her mind, and began to cultivate her internal energy to heal her injuries.

  In the palace, Feng Yu sat on the desk with a childish face full of worries.

  The eunuch De Fu stood by, sharp-eyed and silent, for since His Majesty returned from the Regent's palace yesterday, he had been in a trance-like state, how could this be allowed to continue?

  Inside the Empress Dowager's bedroom, Xing Zhiyan plucked the strings of her zither. A black-clad man knelt beside her, reporting in a low voice, "Your Majesty, last night's assassination attempt failed and all those involved have been dealt with."

  "Hmm, is there anything left unsaid?" Xing Ziyuan's demeanor was elegant and refined, yet also revealed a hint of feminine charm, with a faint trace of melancholy condensed between her eyebrows.

  "The Empress Dowager can rest assured, the Ministry of Justice is now engulfed in a sea of flames." The man in black continued.

  "Alright, have someone keep a close eye on Lan Xuan's book. As for the matters of the two Huai rivers, let Mudan take care of it." Xing Zhiyan's slender fingers strummed lightly, appearing careless, but her gaze was sharp and fierce.

  "Your Majesty, just now the Regent's residence was attacked by assassins. According to the scout's report, General Leng was seriously injured."

  "Twang!" The string had snapped. Xing Zhiyan couldn't help but ignore the blood dripping from her fingertips, raised her eyes and coldly stared at the black-clad man in front of her.

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