Father is too cruel. Is King 076 willing to marry me?

  "Everything is fine, big brother." Mu Hanjin looked at Pei Han, "If fate has it, then it must be; if fate doesn't have it, don't force it. Sister Pei Han, what's in your heart are just some thoughts, if you know there's no result, then don't force it, or else, forcing things will only lead to trouble."

  Leng Pei Han raised her eyes, looking at Mu Han Jin, her gaze slightly dazed, flashing with a hint of melancholy, and smiled shallowly, "Brother Han Jin is right, I will remember."

  Mu Hanjin stopped speaking, the carriage curtains were lowered, and the horse-drawn carriage slowly drove away. Pei Han gazed at the distant carriage, a stubborn smile playing on his lips, "If you haven't tried it, how do you know it's impossible?"

  Leng Qianye turned her gaze towards Mu Hanjin, "Are you saying that both of you brothers want to serve one person? And it's a man?"

  Mu Hanjin's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and he looked up at Leng Qianye. "This matter has nothing to do with my brother, and whose heart he gives to is also none of my business. However, the world is unpredictable, everything is fate, and not a single thing can be controlled by humans."

  Leng Qianye remained silent, his mind now only thinking of leaving the imperial city's cage and returning to the border town, to finish what his father had left undone.

  Mu Hanjin closed his eyes again, he was calculating the limited days he could stay by her side, within these limited days, he could help her look down on the world.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at Ye Yan Xi in his arms, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth. A life of ease and comfort was always just out of reach, much like now, when he could so peacefully tease Ye Yan Xi, only because their time together was limited.

  Jing Xi walked into the house with two guards, stretched out his hand to lift Xing Wu Yun, but before he could even touch his arm, a yellow warm wind suddenly rose up and swept away the two guards along with Jing Xi, sending them tumbling to the ground where they lay motionless.

  Xing Wuyun's feet touched the ground, and he swayed as he walked towards Feng Ao Tian. His peach blossom eyes sparkled with a dazzling light, which was very captivating. His red lips were slightly raised, and his handsome face was even more stunning with a layer of peach blossoms on it. The yellow color of his clothes set off his bright and charming appearance, shining brightly in all directions. With a casual swing of his sleeve, he turned around and fell onto the soft couch.

  This time, however, he directly pressed Feng Ao Tian under his body, his eyebrows slightly curved, staring at her beautiful face, the tip of his tongue slid over his lips, and lightly pecked at Feng Ao Tian's lips, "Beauty... let me kiss you..."

  After speaking, she pressed her lips against his and gently sucked on them, her hands also pressing down on Feng Ao Tian's shoulders.

  Her eyes flashed with displeasure, and she raised her hand to grab Xing Wuyun's collar, sending him flying out. She then quickly pulled Feng Ao Tian into her arms, glaring at him fiercely. "I've never been so forward with you, yet you dare to be rude to me just because you're drunk."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Mei Xi, "You mean you also want it that way?"

  Yè Mèi Xī hastily turned her gaze, retracted her cold and stern eyes, and smiled as she said, "Where did Master think he was going? You wait here, I'll teach this reckless guy a good lesson."

  As she spoke, a red shadow flashed and left the soft couch, and with a wave of her red sleeve, she struck Xing Wuyun who was still sitting on the ground and had not yet climbed up.

  Xing Wuyun slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Mei Xi, then rolled over and dodged Ye Mei Xi's palm wind. With one hand holding the wine jug, he exerted a bit of force with both feet and stood up. "Where did this little ghost come from? Dare to fight with me?"

  He stretched out his hand, pointing at Ye Wei Xi, and then lifted his foot to kick towards Ye Wei Xi. The two of them instantly became entangled, fighting so fiercely that they couldn't bear to part with each other. A yellow and red figure flashed by quickly, flying out of the house. Suddenly, the sound of fighting erupted in the courtyard.

  Feng Ao Tian lazily leaned against the soft couch, no longer paying attention to the situation outside, and closed his eyes for a short rest.

  Inside the government office, Lan Yun's warm and jade-like face flashed a hint of sternness as he swept his gaze over the officials in front of him, ordering all suspects to be detained. He put away the documents, turned around, and looked at Mu Han Yao, "General Mu, now that all suspects have been detained, please follow me to conduct the interrogation."

  "Good." Mu Han Yao responded, and the two of them lifted their feet and walked towards the dungeon.

  As soon as the two stepped into the dungeon, they heard the sound of killing coming from outside the heavenly prison. Immediately afterwards, soldiers wearing armor rushed in. Mu Han and Lan Jing looked at each other in surprise, "Aren't these the temple's soldiers?"

  "Yes, how are you here now?" Lan Yunshu hastily asked, secretly thinking it was bad, "This is not good, they have come to kill and silence us."

  "Hmm." Mu Han Yao hastily ordered his soldiers to resist, "Hold the fort tightly, don't let a single one in."

  "Yes." The warriors in front of him hastily responded and then raised their weapons to resist the soldiers who were rushing forward.

  Suddenly a cold voice rang out, "General Mu, the king has an order for you to leave through the secret passage immediately, no mistakes allowed."

  "What about these suspects then?" Lan Jingxue looked at the suspects in the dungeon and couldn't help but ask.

  "The king has his own ideas." Bai's voice sounded again, "Please ask the two of you to leave quickly."

  Lan Yun's gaze turned towards Mu Han Yao, "This..."

  "Withdraw." Mu Han led the Blue Crystal Book, following the secret path indicated by Bo, slowly retreating backwards, and also leading his troops to retreat section by section, then escaping from the secret path.

  The officials inside the dungeon were suddenly all killed.

  Mu Han Yao and Lan Jing returned with a letter to the headquarters, looking at Feng Ao Tian in confusion, "Your Highness, why do you want me to retreat?"

  "Borrowing a knife to kill someone." Mu Han said quietly from the side.

  Lan Jing looked at Feng Ao Tian and suddenly realized, "Your Highness, if that's the case, then the trail of the mastermind behind the scenes has been cut off."

  "What you're looking for is a suspect, and if they refuse to confess even unto death, there's nothing you can do about it. Even if they do confess, how much of the truth do you really know? " Feng Ao Tian said with disdain, "If we let them kill each other off to eliminate future troubles, wouldn't that reduce your headaches?"

  "I am foolish." Lan Jing only understood now, raised her eyes and looked at her. It turned out that she had grasped everything, and the hidden traitors in the two Huai regions had all been killed. "Your Highness, if so, then the trail has been cut off."

  "It's not over yet." Feng Ao Tian's mouth curved into a determined smile. "You've forgotten, there's still the canal transportation."

  "The prince's meaning is..." Lan Jing's eyes sparkled slightly, as if she had expected it.

  "This matter is entirely up to you to handle, just leave it to you to take care of. For the next two days, rest at the headquarters and don't overexert yourself, your injury has not fully recovered yet. Later on, there will be a good show to watch."

  "I obey your orders." Lan Jing said with a bow.

  Mo Han stood afar, sizing her up. Her eyebrows shone with wisdom and every move she made seemed to be a demonstration of confidence, as if she had anticipated everything, making him wonder what she couldn't do?

  Feng Ao Tian sidled a glance at them and said, "Sit down, Jing Xi. Bring out the 'Snow Peak' that Master brought yesterday for the two of you to taste."

  "Yes." Jing Xi replied with a swollen half of her face.

  Lan Jing looked at Jing Xi's expression and couldn't help but ask, "Jing Xi, what's wrong with your face?"

  Quietly rejoicing with downcast eyes, her eyes shone with tears, "Master, it was Young Master Xing who kicked him."

  "Why did he kick you?" Lan Jing Shu raised her eyes, but didn't see Xing Wu Yun. Even Ye Xiao Hui, who was always inseparable from the Regent King, was nowhere to be seen.

  Jing Xi said in a low voice, "Young Master Xing got drunk, and the king ordered me to carry Young Master Xing out, and then..."

  Lan Yun also nodded in understanding and waved her hand, saying "Let's go down and prepare first."

  "Yes." Jing Xi replied and backed out.

  "What about the other two?" Lan Xichen couldn't help but ask.

  Feng Ao Tian lightly sniffed the tea fragrance, comfortably sipped a mouthful, "Oh, to deepen feelings."

  Mo Han listened from afar, his face growing even darker. If they wanted to fight, then so be it. Did they need to make it sound like a joyful reunion between close brothers?

  Lan Yun also understood the meaning of his words and fell silent.

  Jing Xi immediately stepped forward, served tea for the two of them, and then retreated out.

  Although Mu Han Yao was often in the military camp, he also had a study on tea. However, being far away from the border and marching every day, naturally, there was less elegance.

  He lifted the tea bowl, slightly opened the tea lid, and a refreshing aroma wafted up to his face. His stern expression flashed with a faint soft glow, he took a light sip, then put it down.

  Lan Yun Shu has been spending the past two years doing nothing, so he often spends his days with Mu Hanjin either painting or composing poetry, or tasting tea. He also had some interest in what Feng Ao Tian said about "Snow Peak", after all, this tea was a tribute and rare, making it a precious item.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at the two of them, "Xuan Shu, I remember last time you painted a chrysanthemum, but now the chrysanthemums in Qinghui Pavilion have been replaced with crabapples. This time when we return to the capital, will you paint another one for me?"

  "Yes." Lan Jing's eyes flashed with a hint of faint, eerie light, "Your Highness, the hibiscus in Jin Xuan Pavilion is waiting for me to return, it's just the time when they're in full bloom, I suppose they'll be even more beautiful."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at Lan Jing Shu, saying this, was he hinting something to her?

  Mo Han Yao also listened to Lan Jing's words, somewhat puzzled, what did he want to do? Was it because of the warning from his second brother yesterday?

  "Hmm, Haitang wants to paint, and Furong also wants to paint." Feng Ao Tian said lightly.

  "Yes, I obey." Lan Jing replied warmly and smoothly. For the past two years, he had submerged himself in obscurity, never revealing any thoughts or ideas, nor showcasing his talents. He just wanted to live a peaceful life. However, with all that had happened recently, he felt he should do something. The warning from Mu Hanjin flashed in his mind - what right did he have to warn him? Could it be that the fraternal bond they shared over the years was inferior to the Regent King's power? He wanted to see how Mu Hanjin would kill him.

  A red shirt fluttered down and lay softly in Feng Ao Tian's arms, "Master, that guy was kicked into the pond in the backyard by Mei Hui."

  "Ah, good." Feng Ao Tian bowed his head, and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips as a reward.

  Ye Mei Xing contentedly leaned into her bosom, when suddenly, she saw Xing Wu Yun walk in with his clothes dripping wet. He, Xing Wu Yun, how did he become so disheveled? This was the second time he had been kicked into the pond, and both times...both times...were after getting drunk and losing control. He angrily grabbed at the green silk stuck to his body, wondering how it was that both times he ended up kissing her?

  She raised her eyes, glared at Ye Wei Xi fiercely, then turned to Feng Ao Tian, not caring about the mud on her body. She sat down opposite him with a big smile, picked up the tea from the table and drank it in one gulp, "You..."

  He pointed at Ye Huan in Feng Ao Tian's arms, his peach blossom eyes filled with anger, "Follow me out."

  "I'm not going." Night Demon Xing leaned her head on Feng Ao Tian's shoulder, rubbed against him, and then looked at Feng Ao Tian with shining eyes. "Xing is tired."

  "That's good, rest well." Feng Ao Tian hugged him and then stood up, walking out of the house in front of them.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly slammed his palm on the table in front of him, shattering it to pieces. He stormed out of the room, but before he even reached the door, he turned back around because he heard Feng Ao Tian's cool voice whispering in his ear, "If you don't want to go thirsty in the future, then follow me."

  Xing Wuyun turned around, raised his head and shouted loudly, "This young master wants to take a bath."

  "Yes." Standing outside, Jing Xi hastily replied and immediately went to prepare.

  Lan Yun Shu and Mu Han Yao looked at Xing Wu Yun's disheveled appearance, a hint of smile in their eyebrows and eyes.

  Xing Wuyun turned his gaze and glared at the two of them fiercely, "You're all just a bunch of people who value lust over friendship."

  He then shook his sleeve and entered behind the screen, Jing Xi had already prepared the bath according to the Regent's orders, Xing Wu Yun tore off his clothes with great force and plunged headfirst into the bathtub.

  Xing Wuyun bathed and changed into new clothes, still in goose-yellow color, more luxurious than what he was wearing before. He raised an eyebrow, wondering how the Regent King knew that this was his favorite color of clothing. It seemed to have been prepared early on.

  After changing into a clean set of clothes, his body felt refreshed and his mood had also improved significantly. He then sat down beside them, watching as Mu Han Yao flipped through the military book in her hands, while Lan Jing Yu sat at the desk, pen poised as she wrote something.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly felt bored, nowadays, he couldn't even drink wine properly, and could only lie on the soft couch in a listless manner, tossing about restlessly, thinking, how much longer would he have to spend his days like this?

  Feng Ao Tian accompanied Ye Mei Xi on the bed for a while, then got off the bed and walked into this room. He saw Xing Wu Yun holding a chopstick in his left hand and a dagger in his right hand, playing with them absent-mindedly.

  Feng Ao Tian Ruo gazed at him with interest, then snapped her fingers and the dagger in his hand fell into hers, playing with it, "This dagger looks very exquisite."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, "Let me play with you for a few days."

  Xing Wuyun hastily got up from the soft couch, supported his forehead and looked up at the sky, turned around, and stared at her fiercely, "Your Highness, next time you appear, could you please remind your subject?"

  "How can you bear to part with it?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, his body leaning against the door frame, a deep smile on his face.

  Xing Wuyun said in a low voice, "This dagger is made of thousand-year-old mysterious iron, and it can cut through iron like mud. In this world, there are only three such daggers."

  "Oh, and where are the other two?" Feng Ao Tian's wrist moved slightly, and the dagger made a light slash in the air, revealing a bright flash of light. She had already arrived in front of Xing Wu Yun, and a strand of Xing Wu Yun's scattered black hair was also cut off by the dagger.

  Feng Ao Tian stood up with satisfaction, "Indeed, it's extremely good."

  Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, I am quite fond of my life. Please don't scare me like that in the future."

  Feng Ao Tian sidled up, "Speak, where are the other two?"

  "One is in the hands of the Emperor of Yuro, and the other is in the hands of the Emperor of Xuanmo." Xing Wuyun said while staring at the dagger in Feng Ao's hand. "I heard that the Emperor of Xuanmo is stunningly handsome, known as the most beautiful man under heaven, but unfortunately, he has a violent temper and is unbearable. He also has a strange habit: no one can utter a word in front of him."

  "Are you referring to the Emperor of Xuanmo, Huang Xuanyu?" Lan Junshu raised his eyes, put down the red pen in his hand, stood up and walked forward, asking with interest.

  "Hmm." Xing Wuyun nodded.

  "He doesn't like others talking about him?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun and smiled slyly.

  "The word 'blood'." Xing Wuyun thought of this and burst out laughing, "It's ironic that he is extremely afraid of blood, yet unfortunately, he also enjoys killing people."

  "If you're afraid of blood, you certainly wouldn't take someone's life with your own hands." Feng Ao Tian found this person to be quite contradictory.

  "So every time he kills someone, he covers his eyes with a black veil, so what he sees is not red, but black." Xing Wuyun smiled again.

  "How did this knife end up in your hands?" Feng Ao Tian raised the dagger, pressed it against his chest, and asked in a low voice.

  "This..." Xing Wuyun's body leaned against the soft couch, his eyes lowered to look at the dagger that had torn a hole in his shirt at his chest, and he hastily retreated backwards, "Borrowed from Wei Zimeng."

  "He's so stingy, how could he easily give it to you?" Feng Ao Tian's wrist turned, and another piece of his shirt was torn, revealing the tender white skin at his chest.

  "It's not that he's too finicky, wanting to kill someone but not willing to do it himself, so he can only let his subordinates do it." Xing Wuyun's eyes stared at the dagger, and with just a little more, she would have cut her own skin, hastily replying.

  Phoenix Ao Tian lightly hooked, the dagger slid across his skin, as if it had slid across a beautiful arc, leaving his heart mouth. Xing Wu Yun suddenly let out a breath and was about to get up when he saw a crimson stain spreading from his heart mouth. He hastily got up from the soft couch and stared at Phoenix Ao Tian, "Your Highness... what did your subject do wrong?"

  "Disrespectful to you." Feng Ao Tian put away his dagger, "This one belongs to you now."

  Xing Wuyun covered her wound with her hand, staring at the dagger that had fallen into her hands, and suddenly jumped off the soft couch. "Prince Wang, didn't you just say you would play with me for a few days?"

  "Hmm? Do you have an opinion?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, the dagger already in her hand, stepped forward and sat down, "If the wound on your chest isn't treated promptly, it'll leave a scar, I won't be responsible."

  "It's none of your business, Your Highness." Xing Wuyun said in a low voice, turned around and stepped out of the room.

  Lan Yun looked at this scene and quietly retreated to the side of the bookcase, picked up her pen and wrote down the case files for the past few days.

  Mu Han was also looking at the military book in his hand.

  "Master, everything is ready." A voice echoed.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth curled up with a hint of a smile, "Hmph, those who are willing to surrender to me will be heavily rewarded. If not, all of you will be killed."

  "Yes." Bai Ying replied, and then said, "Two hours ago, Mu Servant brought General Leng out of the mansion and went to the Leng Mansion.

  "Hmm, now he's about 80% recovered, going out for a walk is also good." Feng Ao Tian said with a faint expression.

  Miss Leng asked about General Mu's recent situation.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at Mu Han Yao, "I didn't know that General Mu had such a beautiful woman in the capital who was thinking of him."

  Mu Han raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao, his gaze as cold as usual. "The Mu and Leng families have been acquainted for generations, I've treated her like a younger sister since childhood."

  Feng Ao Tian stood up, walked slowly to his front, stretched out his hand, hooked up his chin, and stared at each other, with a profound coldness on one side and an inscrutable expression on the other.

  "If General Mu is pleased, I won't hesitate to grant a favor and issue an imperial decree for the marriage. How about that?" Feng Ao Tian's thin lips opened slightly, his words exceptionally light.

  Mu Han's face remained unchanged as he met her icy gaze, unafraid. "I have no intention of discussing marriage at the moment."

  "What about afterwards?" Feng Ao Tian asked immediately.

  "I don't know." Mu Han Yao sincerely replied.

  Feng Ao Tian coldly laughed and turned around, indifferently walking out of the house.

  Mu Han gazed at her departing figure, lowered his eyes, and continued reading the book with an unchanged expression.

  Xing Wuyun leaned against the pavilion, gazing into the distance. The clear wind brushed against his face, blowing his black hair into disarray. His sleeves fluttered in the breeze, adding a hint of elegance to his demeanor. Feng Ao Tian approached him, stopping before him and noticing the blood still seeping from his chest. "What are you thinking?"

  "It's been a long time since I've felt heartache." Xing Wuyun turned his head, gave Feng Ao a casual smile, and continued to gaze into the distance.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against his side, also looking up at the sky with raised eyes, "Sometimes when you wear a mask for too long, you start to feel that your true self is like this, and so you forget what you really look like."

  "Is that so?" Xing Wuyun hooked his lips into a smile, as radiant as a peach blossom. He casually rested his leg on something, "If you take off the mask, living would be even more painful, wouldn't it."

  "Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, 'Placed in a desperate situation and then reborn, if you don't try, how will you know it won't work?'"

  Xing Wuyun turned her gaze upwards, looking at her. Her face was paler than the clouds in the sky, making it impossible to fathom, shrouded in misty mountains, yet exuding a sense of desolate grandeur.

  He suppressed his usual expression and restored his usual carefree smile. "Your Highness, I can take the hit now."

  Feng Ao Tian's body slightly leaned forward, her eyes locked onto his, her red lips curled up, slowly approaching his lips until they were about to touch, and her fingers had already slid into the skin of his chest through the opening of his clothes.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly looked like he had seen a ghost, his body swayed and fell from the pavilion, "splash" sound, once again falling into the pond.

  He stared at the smile on her mouth, but didn't get angry, instead he swung his hands in the pond and burst out laughing.

  Feng Ao Tian crossed his arms over his chest, turned sideways, and gazed at the unrestrained smile on his face. In this world, how many people were living with masks on, not just him?

  Ye Wei slowly walked up to her side, leaning into her arms, "Sir, is he stupid?"

  "When others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at them for not seeing through. How can one know the joy of fish if he is not a fish?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Ye Miao Hui and said, "You look much better now."

  "For these two days, Grandfather only accompanied me and didn't allow anyone else by his side." Ye Cui Xi Ba said domineeringly.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and pulled him into his arms, smiling lightly, "Good."

  Xing Wuyun laughed enough, then turned around and jumped out of the pool, splashing water everywhere. He landed in front of Feng Ao Tian with a flourish, still with his usual carefree personality. "Your Highness, I think that from now on, whenever we meet again, I'll need to check if there's a pool or a clear lake nearby."

  "Hmm, in the future if you get drunk, come find me, so I can take care of you and prevent you from being taken advantage of." Feng Ao Tian retorted.

  Xing Wuyun laughed loudly and said, "Your Highness, how can you blame your subject? If Your Highness had not forced me to stay here, nothing would have happened."

  "What you said is right, from now on, you won't have to drink, so you won't get drunk and won't be rude to me." Feng Ao Tian nodded and said, putting his arm around Ye Yan Xi, leaving the pavilion.

  Xing Wuyun, wearing a wet and disheveled shirt, turned his gaze towards Feng Ao Tian's figure, a hint of a meaningful smile playing on the corner of his mouth. He then quickly reverted to his usual self, recklessly rushing in front of Feng Ao Tian and saying, "Your Highness, this won't do! If you want me to abstain from drinking for even one day, you might as well take out a knife and kill me instead!"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and took out the dagger from his bosom, "Brother likes killing people the most."

  Xing Wuyun's face showed a painful expression, "Your Highness, why must you make things difficult for your subject again?"

  Feng Ao Tian coldly laughed and said, "Don't go in yet. If you eat, tonight's dinner, the good wine I've prepared won't be yours."

  Xing Wuyun was just a moment ago on the verge of death, but now she seemed to have been reborn, her face lit up with a smile as she hastily made a bow to Feng Ao Tian and followed him into the house.

  Ye Mei Xi looked at Xing Wu Yun's greedy appearance and couldn't help but let out a cold snort, then sat down beside Feng Ao Tian, "Sir, look at his behavior when he sees wine."

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and said, "Wine is a good thing, as the saying goes, getting drunk can solve a thousand worries."

  "There's also a saying that goes, 'Raising cups to dispel worries only adds to them.' Ye Mei Xi handed the steaming hot soup to Feng Ao Tian, and gazed at Xing Wu Yun with disdain as he held the wine jug with an air of satisfaction."

  "It's just an excuse for escaping." Feng Ao Tian said calmly, and then he served the dishes into each person's bowl, "Don't mind him."

  Xing Wuyun raised his head, downed a cup, listened to Feng Ao's words, and a hint of melancholy flashed across his eyebrows. He then put down the wine cup, picked up chopsticks, and began to eat.

  After dinner, Ye Hua stuck to Feng Jiu Tian, and the two sat in the courtyard admiring the moon.

  Admiring the cold from afar, leaning against the window and lying down, raising his eyes to gaze at the night sky, lowering his eyelids, continuing to quietly peruse the military books.

  Lan Yun walked up to Xing Wu Yun's side, looking at him as he comfortably hugged the wine jug and pretended to sleep. He smiled lightly and said, "Brother Wu Yun, you've already gotten drunk once today."

  Xing Wuyun slightly turned over, raised his eyes and looked at Lan Junshu, "Life is hard to get drunk a few times, good wine, naturally want to get drunk."

  "It's more enjoyable to have fun with others than alone. Instead of drinking alone, you and I haven't had a drink together for a long time. Today is a rare occasion where we can indulge in leisurely pleasure, why not do it together?" Lan Jingxian sat down beside him and said warmly.

  "It's fine like this." Xing Wuyun immediately stood up, put down the wine jug, turned his eyes and looked at Mu Han Yao in the distance, "Brother Han Yao, why not together?"

  Mo Han raised his eyes, put down the book, stood up and walked steadily to the soft couch in front of him, looking at the two of them, "How many years has it been since we three gathered together to drink?"

  "It should have been five years now." Lan Jingxuan counted the days, smiling lightly and saying, "At that time, it was because of your great achievement with Qianye brother, returning triumphantly, that we held a celebratory banquet to welcome you both back and wash away the dust."

  "Hmm, that day was indeed the most enjoyable. Xing Wuyun recalled the scene of that day and burst out laughing, 'Come on, tonight we three will also have a good drink.'"

  In the courtyard, Feng Ao Tian listened to their conversation, a faint smile playing on his lips as he gazed sideways at Ye Xiao Hui leaning against him, also smiling.

  "Grandfather, aren't you going in to join the fun?" Ye Xiao asked softly, reaching out and hugging her.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled charmingly and said, "I'd rather not go and spoil the fun. With you by my side, isn't that even better?"

  Tonight, three people in the house are drinking and chatting happily, feeling very pleased. Two people in the courtyard are leaning on each other to appreciate the moon, feeling very comfortable.

  In the palace, Feng Yuqi has been restless and sleepless for several days, unaware of why she is having a series of nightmares at night.

  De Fu stepped into the palace with a bowl of medicine, and saw that Feng Yu's expression was quite unsightly. He hurried forward and said anxiously, "Your Majesty, you've been feeling unwell for several days now. I think it would be best if I called in the imperial physician to take a look at you."

  Feng Yu raised her eyes and looked at De Fu's hand holding the medicine, "Was it sent by the Empress Dowager?"

  "That's right." De Fu nodded, "This is a heart of Empress Dowager."

  "Come on." Feng Yuqi looked at him, his eyebrows swept over a hint of gloominess, and he understood some things too.

  De Fu handed the medicine over, Feng Yu Qian drank it in one gulp, then raised her eyes to look at the moonlight outside the window. "Uncle Wang has been gone for many days, when will he come back?"

  "Your Majesty, the Regent should be back soon." De Fu looked at Feng Yin Qi's dazed expression and replied with concern.

  "I'm afraid if we wait any longer, we won't be able to see each other again." Feng Yu said faintly, and then lay down, "I'm tired, you can withdraw now."

  "Yes." De Fu found it strange with Feng Yin Qi's words, but didn't dare to ask more questions and respectfully retreated from the grand hall.

  Feng Yu opened his eyes and gazed around the vast imperial palace, let out a deep sigh, and slowly closed his eyes again.

  The Regent's Palace, Mu Hanjin looked at Leng Qianye who was quieter than usual, sitting alone in the bamboo forest, silent. He slowly walked up and sat down, "Leng brother, what are you thinking?"

  "Today I left the mansion and just realized, what is only one day in the mountains, has already been a thousand years in the world." Leng Qianye's tone was extremely calm, as if she had used up all her strength to say such words.

  Mo Hanjin raised her eyes and said calmly, "If you want to go back to the Leng Mansion, I can accompany you every day."

  "After all, it's uncomfortable." Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin, "What I want is freedom."

  "The prince said before he left that everything would wait until she returns." Mu Hanjin turned his gaze, looking at him, "I believe it won't be long before she can return to the capital."

  "She's back, and who knows what kind of situation it is this time." Leng Qianye sneered, then poured a full cup of wine and handed it to Mu Hanjin, "Tonight, you'll keep me company for a drink."

  Mu Hanjin raised his wine cup and smiled slightly, saying "Good."

  The two are also everything in silence, they used to be young and talented, but were locked up in this cage, now they just long for freedom.

  The next day, Feng Ao Tian woke up and turned to look around, only to find that Ye Wei Xi was no longer by his side. He got out of bed and walked into the house, where he saw wine jars scattered all over the place, and three people lying on the soft couch in a state of disarray, apparently having had a very exciting night of drinking.

  Feng Ao Tian walked into the inner hall by herself, washed and changed her clothes, then came out again. She didn't see Mu Han in the room, so she took a step forward, walked out of the house, and saw him standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, taking a deep breath.

  "Grandfather didn't know you had such a good capacity for liquor." Feng Ao Tian walked slowly to his side and stood.

  Mu Han turned around and bowed, saying "Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian gazed ahead, without looking at him, "Another day, accompany me for a few cups."

  "Yes." Mu Han Yao returned to his usual self, with a smile that was not too extravagant. The rarely seen side of him from yesterday had already disappeared along with the fragrance of the wine carried away by the wind.

  Phoenix knows, they have been suppressing their grievances, resentment and pain in their hearts for a long time. "Go wash up."

  "I bid you farewell." Mu Han said in a low and distant voice, turning around indifferently and walking into the house.

  "Grandfather, it's time for breakfast." A pleasant voice rang out, and then Night Charm saw Hui carrying a tray of food walking towards her.

  Her eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness, "It's been a while since I've seen you, so you were in the dining room."

  "Grandfather, Mei Xiang wants to make some food for you before she leaves." Ye Mei Xiang looked at Feng Ao Tian, her absolutely beautiful face still had that enchanting and charming aura, even her smile was full of charm, but in her eyes, there was a deep affection that couldn't be hidden.

  Phoenix was moved at this moment, in her past life, no one had ever cared for her like this, in this life, for the first time, someone was willing to cook for her, a faint crack opened in her heart, and a warm current slowly flowed in, she stepped forward, took the tray from his hand, "Thank you."

  Yè mèi huì xún yī xiào, shèn shì mǎn zú, ràng yī gè rúcǐ jiāo ào de rén, néng gòu shuō chū yī shēng xiè xiè, shì hé qí nán?

  English Translation:

  The night demon's lips curled into a smile, extremely satisfied. To make such a proud person say thank you is truly difficult.

  The two walked into the house, Xing Wuyun and Lan Yunshu had already gotten up, changed their clothes, washed and dressed, and then came out to see Feng Ao Tian personally holding a meal, and the three of them were taken aback.

  Yè Mèi Xī looked at them and said, "This is mine."

  The three of them naturally understood each other without needing to say a word, as this was the breakfast that Ye Zhi had personally prepared for the Regent. The three of them stopped talking and left the house in silence.

  Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and gazed at the sky, "Alas..."

  Jing Xi walked over with a tray of hangover soup, "Master, this is the hangover soup that Wang Ye ordered me to prepare last night."

  Lan Yun turned her gaze, looking at Jing Xi, a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes, and then said, "Mm, bring it in."

  "Yes." Jing Xi replied, and immediately went into another room.

  Mo Han Yao didn't speak again, but instead stepped inside, Lan Jing Shu and Xing Wu Yun followed closely behind. The three of them sat at the table, suddenly feeling a bit empty and somewhat uneasy.

  The three of them sat facing each other in silence, unlike the previous night when they had talked about everything. Each was lost in their own thoughts, and after finishing breakfast, they left the house separately.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at the dishes in front of him and said, "I didn't expect that you would be able to cook such delicious food."

  "What I learned on purpose before, thinking that in the future, when I meet the one I love, I'll make it for her to eat." Ye Yan placed the dish into her bowl, his eyes full of smiling intention.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly stunned, looked at him, wondering if she was too selfish and heartless. Now that her identity couldn't be exposed, she looked at him but couldn't speak up.

  Xing Wuyun leaned against the door, watching the two of them enjoying their breakfast together. It was only then that he remembered how they had all eaten together these past few days. Now, with just the two of them left, he suddenly felt rather ill at ease.

  Lan Yun didn't say a word and walked straight into the house, then went to the desk and continued what she hadn't finished last night.

  Mu Han went ahead to arrange the defense, Xing Wu Yun was left behind again, which was quite boring. He leaned against the door and watched the two big men being affectionate with each other inside the house.

  Again thinking back to the last time seeing them two being affectionate, I felt like vomiting for several days and nights. But now looking at it, why does it seem rather pleasing to the eye?

  He thought of this and hastily turned around, his face revealing shock. Was it possible that he also had a fondness for cutting off sleeves?

  Suddenly feeling a bit annoyed, he turned around and saw that Feng Ao Tian had already finished his breakfast and was standing in front of him, looking at him.

  He hastily revealed a strange smile, "Your Highness..."

  "Have you had enough?" Feng Ao Tian asked in a low voice.

  "Hmm, I've seen enough. Your Highness may continue, and I won't disturb you anymore." Xing Wuyun said with a smile, then retreated backwards, and in an instant, he vanished into thin air.

  "Master, what are you doing today?"

  "What do you want to do?" Feng Ao Tian asked with a light smile.

  "Let's have Grandfather paint a portrait of you." Suddenly, Ye Miao said with a faint smile.

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian nodded, and the two of them stepped into the house, unfolded the rice paper, and looked at Ye Chui Xi lying on her side on the soft couch, intently painting.

  Lan Jingxue, who was standing beside him, raised her eyes to look at the scene in front of her, furrowed her brow, and then continued doing what she should be doing, ignoring it.

  After a long while, Feng Ao Tian put down his brush, dropped the red pen and looked at Ye Mei Xi, "Done."

  Ye Mei Xing got up from the soft couch, her lips slightly raised, and walked step by step to her front, looking at the portrait in front of her eyes, with a deeper smile, "Vividly lifelike."

  "Hmm, I'll have it mounted immediately." Feng Ao Tian said, then looked at Lan Jing Shu, "Jing Shu, have this painting mounted for me."

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes, put down her pen and bowed respectfully, saying "Yes."

  He then left the desk and walked to Feng Ao Tian's side, looking at the painting in front of him. The person in the painting had a bewitching charm that seemed to penetrate into his bones, and even the flirtatiousness between his eyebrows was drawn with great precision. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, not having expected that the Regent's painting skills would have reached such an extraordinary level, and he couldn't help but secretly admire him.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Lan Jing Shu and said, "In the future, I will also paint a picture for you."

  "Thank you very much, Your Highness." Lan Jingxue had been expecting her to say this, and now that she had indeed spoken these words, he hastily acknowledged them.

  She glanced sideways at the blue book in front of her, thinking that this person looked refined and elegant, ordinary and unremarkable, but not to be underestimated. In these few days of interaction, he could see his hidden abilities.

  This day was quite dull, with everyone doing their own thing. Xing Wuyun went out for a day and didn't come back until the sky had darkened, at which point he returned with a jar of wine in his arms and a smile all over his face as he stepped inside the house.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Where did this wine come from?"

  "It's stolen." Xing Wuyun said with a pleased expression, "This is the twenty-year-old Daughter Red that was buried under the pear blossom tree."

  "Where did you steal it from?" Feng Ao Tian looked at him and asked.

  "This... " Xing Wuyun wanted to say something but stopped himself, then opened the wine jar and sniffed the aroma lightly, "Hmm, indeed not bad."

  Phoenix proudly said, "If you want to eat secretly, you must wipe your mouth clean, go to the brothel and just go to the brothel, why hide?"

  Xing Wuyun suddenly lost interest and sat at the table, "What's the use of going?"

  "Only stole a jar of wine back?" Feng Ao Tian asked in a low voice.

  "Hmm." Xing Wuyun thought of this matter and felt somewhat displeased.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't ask much anymore, and the few people had nothing to say.

  In the dead of night, Ye Mei Xi leaned against Feng Ao Tian's chest, her eyes dazed, and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, when I return, with the world as my dowry, will you marry me?"

  Digression

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