Volume 1: Regent's Stormy Weather 057 Can you accompany this king for a lifetime?

  "Are you injured? How were you injured? How are you now?" Xing Ziyuan was always calm and composed, but when she heard that Leng Qianye was injured, her whole mind became disordered, losing the usual composure, where could one still see the elegant and noble Empress Fengyi.

  "The man in black bowed his head and said, 'Your Majesty, General Leng was taken away by the Regent King. Whether he is safe now, I also do not know.'"

  "What's he still dawdling for, hurry up and go investigate." Xing Zhiyan shouted sternly, his hands clenched tightly. How could he be injured? The suffering he had endured over the past two years, she was well aware of, but that was just physical pain, this internal injury was no trivial matter.

  "Yes." The man in black replied, and then retreated immediately.

  Xing Zhiyan's eyes were filled with panic, she lowered her head, gazing at the broken strings of the guqin, gently stroking it, and sat down dejectedly. "Leng Gege, I'm sorry, you ended up like this because of me. Don't worry, no matter what price I have to pay, I will definitely rescue you."

  A majestic phoenix robe, unable to conceal the aura of killing intent emanating from her entire body. Those warm and gentle apricot eyes were filled with a fierce and bitter history. The fresh blood on her fingers dripped onto the zither strings, striking a clear and crisp sound.

  The Regent's Palace, having encountered assassins in succession since last night, is now heavily guarded. The entire palace is shrouded in dark clouds, as if the city itself was about to be destroyed. In the inner palace, all the beautiful men are locked indoors, not daring to move, fearing that one misstep would cost them their lives. If they themselves died, it wouldn't matter, but if they implicated their loved ones, the consequences would be unbearable.

  For the whole day, the inner palace was quiet and silent. Feng Ao sat cross-legged on the ice bed in his room, cultivating his energy to heal his wounds. In the study, Mu Hanjin concentrated on reviewing the memorials. Lord Feng also received news from the scout, a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he stared at Si Xi beside him, "Hmph, daring to commit murder under my very nose, truly seeking death."

  "Lord Feng, now that the trail has gone cold, what should we do next?" asked a nearby scout cautiously.

  "Investigate, continue investigating, I won't believe it until you find a single clue." Feng Gonggong waved his dustpan and narrowed his sharp eyes.

  "Yes." The scout took orders and immediately whispered in Lord Feng's ear, "My lord, the Princess of Minxue is now at..."

  "What?" Feng Gong's face, full of wrinkles and covered in fragrant powder, revealed a look of surprise, and he hastily furrowed his brow. "Where is Xing Wuyun?"

  "He is now at..." the scout continued.

  "Hmm, people have been sent to keep a close eye on them, no more mistakes are allowed." Old Man Feng nodded slightly and said in a low voice.

  "Yes." The scout replied and immediately retreated.

  Marquis Feng arranged everything, raised his eyes, and only then discovered that the sky had already darkened. He turned around, staring at the inner chamber of the palace, seeing that there was still no movement. He sighed, "The prince's injury is not light this time."

  Si Xi stood by, not daring to make a sound. However, he suddenly remembered something from the last time they were at the border town. He glanced sideways at Lord Feng and said, "Uncle, Si Xi always felt that the matter at the border town was suspicious."

  "Let's hear it." Feng Gonggong's eyes sank, and he said in a low voice.

  Si Xi then carefully recounted the events that had occurred at the border, expressing his doubts and concerns. He looked at Feng Gonggong and asked, "Who exactly was the person in green clothes sent by? Why did the prince spare his life? What is the meaning behind this? Furthermore, on that night, the prince repeatedly called out to the late emperor, insisting that he had seen the late emperor's shadow. The next morning, he left alone on horseback, not allowing Si Xi to follow him. Later, when the prince returned, he was covered in wounds. It wasn't until afterwards that Si Xi learned that all of the prince's loyal and trusted bodyguards had been killed. There must be a major conspiracy behind this."

  "Hmm, let me think about this carefully. Those who dare to move against the prince are indeed few and far between, for they know the prince's weakness." A cold glint flashed in Old Man Feng's narrow eyes.

  It was already late at night, Feng Ao Tian withdrew his internal force and felt much more comfortable in his chest. He got down from the ice bed, walked out of the secret room, waved his hand, and the lights in the inner hall lit up instantly.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped out of the inner chamber, saw the bright candlelight in the study, and a hint of comfort curled up at the corner of his mouth. He then sat down in the hall, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it down.

  Lord Feng saw the king come out safely and immediately put his mind at ease, hurriedly stepping into the bedroom, "Your Majesty, are you hungry? I'll order someone to set up a meal right away."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then looked at Lord Feng, "How is it going?"

  Marquis Feng gave Si Xi a signal with his eyes, and at the same time took a step forward, standing on one side of Feng Ao Tian. He reported truthfully, "The Ministry of Personnel's residence was hit by a big fire, and no one in the residence survived. The assassin from yesterday also had no survivors."

  "Ah, continue." Feng Ao Tian picked up his teacup, his slender fingers, as white as jade, carelessly rotating the cup.

  "The scout reported that the whereabouts of Min Xue, the princess of Min Xue, had been found. She is now on her way to the two Huai regions." Feng Gonggong said in a low voice, "The son of the Right Prime Minister, Xing Wu Yun, returned to the capital today and is currently at the Furuong Pavilion."

  "Furong Pavilion?" Feng Ao Tian slightly raised an eyebrow.

  "This Furan Pavilion is the first high-class brothel in the capital, and Xing Wuyun is a notorious young master. He has always been unruly by nature, even though he has traveled extensively over the years, it's still easy to change one's surroundings but hard to change one's nature." Lord Feng thought of Xing Wuyun and his face showed dissatisfaction. He didn't want this kind of man who lingered in brothels to sully the noble body of the prince.

  Feng Ao Tian was silent, Lan Xuan Shu had just set out for the two Huai regions that day, and Min Xue, the county princess, followed closely behind him. She went ahead, fearing that Lan Xuan Shu's place would be even more difficult to handle.

  As for Xing Wu Yun, he was indeed a young man who didn't live up to his reputation. As soon as he returned to the capital, he indulged in brothels. In her mind, she recalled that she had met him several times before, but with this body's past life, she really wasn't interested in such a free-spirited person. Therefore, she let him off the hook; otherwise, by now, he would have been one of the beautiful men in her harem, just like other young masters.

  As she pondered, the dishes were already laid out. Feng Ao Tian stood up, put down his cup, and walked into the study, pushing aside the curtain. The bright light illuminated a faintly elegant figure, exuding an inexplicable sense of comfort and tranquility, as if the complexities of the world had nothing to do with him. He continued to do what he should be doing, carrying an air of isolation that seemed to have been detached from the world for thousands of years, making one feel both unable to bear and dare not approach him.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against the door, gazing at that figure in the distance. Was she also this lonely in her past life? And isn't she still alone now?

  She gathered her thoughts, walked slowly forward, and stood beside him. His handsome profile was focused intently, she suddenly had an idea, if only there could be someone like him to accompany her all the time, she gently wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, leaned her head on his thin shoulder, and softly said, "Can you stay with me for a lifetime?"

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