How dare you cheat me?

  Xing Wuyun was shocked, looking at the woman who had left like this, and even took away his own clothes. He looked around, wondering how to get out of there. Thinking about it in the deep palace, how could there be such a bold woman? Looking at her movements and attire, she should be a noblewoman. Who was she after all?

  But now, how is he going to get out?

  Just as he was worried, the woman had already floated in front of him, looking at him, "Who are you?"

  "Who are you again?" Xing Wuyun hooked up a shallow smile and asked.

  "I'll ask you first." The woman tilted her head, sizing up Xing Wuyun, and continued.

  "This is the commander of the Imperial Guard." Xing Wuyun continued, "What you are holding in your hand is my official robe."

  "Oh." The woman nodded and looked at him, "Then how did you end up here?"

  "Below is..." Xing Wuyun looked at the woman in front of him and suddenly felt very familiar, "Am I not somewhere where I've seen you?"

  "Me?" The woman blinked her innocent and bright eyes at Xing Wuyun, "My name is Feng Qianniang."

  "Are you Princess Qian Ning?" Xing Wu Yun suddenly realized, intending to pay his respects, but when he saw himself now, he hastily said, "Princess Qian Ning, can you put down the official robe of this humble officer?"

  "Is this it?" Feng Qian Ning lowered her head and looked at the clothes in her hand. "Alright."

  The corners of his mouth curled up in a brilliant smile, and then he raised his hand and threw the official robe directly into the clear spring pool, floating past Xing Wuyun.

  Xing Wuyun let out a helpless sigh, raised his arm, and looked at the woman still standing by the pool, staring motionlessly at him. He said in a low voice, "Princess Qian Cong, can you turn around? I need to get dressed."

  "Oh." Feng Qian Ning nodded and then turned around.

  As soon as Tai Xing Yun picked up the official robe and stepped ashore, he caught Feng Qian Jing stealing a glance at him. He hastily used his wet shirt to cover his body, "Princess Qian Jing, you can't peek."

  "Oh." Feng Qian Ning hastily nodded and then obediently turned her back to him, covering her eyes with both hands.

  Xing Wuyun quickly put on her official robes, using her internal energy to dry the wet clothes. She then lightly tapped her toes and walked to her side, bowing respectfully, "Your subordinate has seen Thousand Condensation Princess."

  "Oh." Feng Qian Ning looked at Xing Wu Yun, "Have you seen me?"

  "Hmm." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Qianying in front of him, and only then remembered that two years ago, her bedroom had suddenly caught fire, she had almost been burned to death. Although she was rescued, she had contracted a serious illness and forgotten everything, becoming muddle-headed.

  "How did you end up here?" Feng Qian Ning looked at Xing Wu Yun, pointing at his nose, and asked.

  "The lower official is receiving water here." Xing Wuyun looked at Qian Ning Gongzhu and couldn't help but feel sympathetic.

  Feng Qian Ning nodded, "Can you take me back? I don't remember the way."

  "Yes." Xing Wuyun replied immediately, then turned around and looked at her, "Princess Qian Cong, please!"

  Feng Qian Ning followed him, walking slowly forward. After a long time, they arrived at the gate of her palace. The eunuchs waiting at the gate saw her and hurriedly stepped forward, "Your Highness, where did you go?"

  "Madam Jade, I'm lost." Feng Qian Ning said with a hint of grievance as she looked at the woman in front of her.

  "Who is this?" Jade asked, looking at Xing Wuyun in front of her, seeing that he was wearing the official uniform of the Forbidden Guard Army.

  "I am the newly appointed leader of the Imperial Guard." Xing Wuyun looked at Yu Niang and continued, "Since Princess Qian Cong has been safely delivered, I will take my leave first."

  Xing Wuyun said, then bowed respectfully to Feng Qianjing and turned to leave.

  Feng Qian Ning gazed at Xing Wu Yun's figure, a faint smile playing on her lips. She turned to Yu Niang Niang and said, "Yu Niang Niang, this person is quite interesting."

  "Princess, you can't run around everywhere in the future."

  "Good." Feng Qian Ning nodded and turned around, entering the bedroom.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly let out a sigh of relief, thinking of Feng Qianying just now, shaking his head repeatedly, and returned to the Clear Spring Pool, looking at the gourd in front of him, how much longer would it take?

  He immediately sat down beside him, looking bored at the sky, and got up to patrol the palace.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin returned to the Regent Prince's Manor.

  "What can be found out about the Emperor's brother?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, and the two immediately sat down at the table.

  Mr. Feng had already prepared lunch and after laying out the dishes, he withdrew.

  "Because all the people related to that year have died mysteriously or disappeared, there is no way to investigate now. However, I found out one thing."

  "What's wrong?" Feng Ao Tian placed a bowl of good soup in front of him.

  "It's about the Emperor." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Yujiao who was lying quietly in the inner chamber and continued.

  "Speak." Feng Ao Tian's eyes dimmed slightly as he continued.

  "The emperor is not the biological son of the empress dowager." Mu Hanjin said in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, silent for a moment, "What did you find out?"

  "Does the king still remember the gentle concubine from back then?" Mu Hanjin also handed a bowl of soup to Feng Ao Tian, asking warmly.

  "Hmm, the emperor's brother's wife was pregnant at the same time as the empress, but unfortunately, she gave birth a day earlier than the empress. However, her child was stillborn and she died in childbirth." Feng Ao Tian nodded and took another sip of his soup.

  "Actually, Rong Fei did give birth to a dragon son, and he is alive, that is the Emperor." Mu Hanjin said calmly.

  "What about the queen?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as he asked.

  "The empress is not pregnant, it's a fake pregnancy. She calculated the due date of Rong Fei's childbirth and waited for Rong Fei to give birth. Then she made it seem like Rong Fei had a difficult labor, and on the second day, she would pretend to go into labor as well. This way, the emperor will think that her child is his own." Mu Hanjin continued.

  "So that's how it is, no wonder she can be so ruthless." Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to look at Feng Yin Qi, "Fortunately, he is the son of the emperor, in that case, he is also grandfather's own flesh and blood."

  "Yes, it seems that although the Emperor is very close to the Empress Dowager, there is still a distance between their hearts." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Yujiao and said in a warm voice.

  Feng Ao Tian was silent, she had always thought that Feng Yin Qi was the biological child of Xing Zhiyan, but unexpectedly, it wasn't. She recalled Xing Zhiyan, who for the position of Empress, did such a thing, and she could understand. However, wasn't the Emperor her trump card to consolidate power? Why would she go to great lengths to plot his death?

  "Continue searching." Feng Ao Tian said coldly.

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin picked up his chopsticks and served her some dishes. "The king has lost a lot of weight in the past few days."

  "Still a kid, you're still not, even if I touch your hand." Feng Ao Tian said with a smile to Mu Han Jin.

  Mo Han's gentle eyes flashed with a soft light as he grasped her hand, "Do you feel that way too?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded.

  Mo Hanjin leaned forward, placing her fingers on her lips, "How about this?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "You're getting more and more daring."

  A faint blush appeared on Mu Hanjin's jade-like face, "The prince taught well."

  As they talked, the gloom of before also dispersed, and they had lunch together.

  He immediately went to the study and began reviewing the memorials.

  "Your brother will arrive at the border tomorrow." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, saying calmly.

  "Yes, I've also received the news." Mu Hanjin smiled slightly and handed her the memorial, "Jing Shu will also rush back to the capital tomorrow."

  "It's just right, let it be so, tomorrow morning at dawn." Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  "Yes." Old Man Feng, who was outside the study, replied and immediately retreated to dispatch someone to inform.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Leng Qian Ye has not arrived yet. Tomorrow, when Han Yao rushes to the border, you will set off immediately to the southwest. Is there anyone on your side who can respond?"

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and said, "It's already been taken care of."

  "Hmm, with this internal and external coordination, once he arrives, it won't take more than two days to thoroughly quell the rebellion in the southwest." Feng Ao Tian calculated, "Where is the Soul Devouring Pavilion's stronghold?"

  "In every region of Feng Guo, there is a stronghold of the Soul-Devouring Pavilion. Now, only half of them remain." Mu Hanjin finished reviewing the memorial in his hand and placed it in front of her, saying.

  "Keep an eye on them, if they make any big moves, I'll have them all killed." Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a cold glint as he picked up the imperial brush and looked at the memorial in his hand, "Have those merchants arrived?"

  "Arrived." Mu Hanjin looked at her, "The grain in the national treasury has been sent to the disaster-stricken areas, but now the national treasury is too little."

  "Hmm, don't worry about this." Feng Ao Tian wrote a few words on the memorial and put it aside, "How's the imperial examination going?"

  "The list has not been finalized yet." Mu Hanjin put down the memorial in his hand again, "However, Yi Mu will participate."

  "Hmm, it's better if he joins. Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "After a few days, you accompany him back to the manor."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Your Highness, is the Supreme Emperor in the palace true?"

  "I don't know." Feng Ao Tian was also confused now, was he really or not? But she always felt that he was very familiar, "Maybe Grandpa's feeling is wrong."

  "What if he's really?" Mu Hanjin looked at her and asked tentatively.

  "Nowadays, I am no longer the same as before. If anyone dares to block my way, I will kill whoever stands in front of me, be it a god or a demon." Feng Ao Tian's eyes were cold and deep, he raised his head, looked at Mu Han Jin, and said in a low voice.

  Mu Hanjin looked at her, suddenly feeling that she was very lonely. What could make her so cold and stern? He stretched out his hand, covering hers, "Your Highness, I will always be with you."

  "For a lifetime?" Feng Ao Tian looked at him, removing the gloomy and murderous aura from his eyes, and asked softly.

  "Until my life ends." Mu Hanjin smiled faintly, his days were numbered, he knew there would be such a result, but still plunged in without hesitation. He had hesitated before, but now, he was grateful for his choice, compared to living this life like a walking corpse, it was better to live a life of passion with her.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly leaned in, and on the corner of his lips, he left a kiss, as if making a promise, also silently saying thank you. In her heart that had been lonely for a hundred years, there was someone who could accompany him like this, warming her heart, she should be grateful.

  These days have been filled with all sorts of things, and she has no time to think about it. In fact, on the other side of the world, there is someone who is quietly working hard for her.

  Wu Yueguo, lying on a soft couch at night, reading a book.

  Xiang Han walked in, looking at the lord in front of him, and also admired the lord's beauty. He immediately knelt down, "My lord, Moyan Pavilion has now recruited 200 people."

  "Hmm." Ye Yan replied faintly, "Have there been any developments in the imperial court these past few days?"

  "The Crown Prince has been busy building the Autumn Palace these past few days." Xiang Han replied in a low voice.

  "What is the second prince doing now?" Ye Yan's eyes wandered as he flipped through a book, the soft breeze gently caressing his scattered black hair on the couch, his beautiful eyes gleaming with a lazy tone.

  "The second prince has secretly summoned several trusted ministers in the past few days." Xiang Han continued, "The third prince and the crown prince are born of the same mother, so he has been supporting the crown prince. However, a few days ago, the crown prince openly humiliated the third prince over a beautiful concubine, causing him to lose face. Now, the third prince is sulking in his mansion."

  "What about the Fourth Prince?" Ye Mei Xi continued to ask.

  "The fourth prince is playing with his newly developed crossbow and has not left the house for several days." Xiang Han looked at Ye Mei Xi, and continued, "The emperor has been in the palace of Empress Zhen these past few days."

  Yè Mèi Xī slightly raised an eyebrow, "Mm, keep watching, best to create some conflict between the Third Prince and the Crown Prince."

  "Yes." Xiang Han replied, and then immediately retreated and went out.

  The quiet was restored in the palace, but it was interrupted by a voice. Chuxia hastily called out loudly, "Her Highness Princess Chen has arrived!"

  Ye Mei Xi raised her eyes, put down the book and stood up straight, standing in the original place, just to see Empress Chen walking into the bedroom with a gloomy face, raising her eyes to look at Ye Mei Xi, raising her hand, and hitting him.

  Ye Mei Hui stretched out her hand and grasped hers, raising an eyebrow to ask in a low voice, "Why has the Empress come to my chambers?"

  "Alright, now you dare to be disrespectful to me." Zhenfei looked at Ye Miao Hui and was even more furious that he dared to block her way. She shook off his hand and sat down by herself, her eyes piercingly staring at him.

  Ye Mei Xi inclined her body, looking at her with a calm and composed expression, "Empress Dowager, you have traveled far and wide to come here, is it merely to take a look at your child?"

  "Are you no longer listening to the Empress Dowager's words?" Zhen Fei looked at Ye Mei Xi, her beautiful face covered with a layer of cold light.

  "Mother, I have always been obedient to you, doing everything according to your wishes. Of course, I will listen to you." Ye Yan said very softly, but now, the most important person for him was no longer her.

  The Empress's eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty, "Since you listened to Mother's words, then kneel down for Mother."

  Yè Mèi Hūn slightly raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "You are the child's mother, the child should kneel, but these past few days, due to the weather, the child's knee pain has relapsed, I'm afraid it won't be possible to kneel."

  "Y...". Consort Chen had never expected that he would return this time, and his attitude towards her was like two different people. She couldn't believe it, pointing at him, "Are you really the Zhen's son?"

  "Empress, that Jie'er who was completely obedient to you has been killed by your own hands, hasn't she?" Ye Xuan raised her eyes and looked at Empress Chen, her gaze calm and devoid of any hatred or respect.

  The Empress's heart skipped a beat, she raised her eyes and stared at him, "Why did I give birth to you? Why?"

  "This is something you should ask Empress Dowager about. I'd rather you had never given birth to me." Ye Yan said, word by word.

  The Empress's heart ached as she stared at him in disbelief, "Haha... it really is a fate of injustice..."

  She burst out laughing and left the bedroom.

  A faint smile played on the corner of Ye Mei's lips, this was truly a karmic debt, when you abandon your own flesh and blood children to choose a man who uses you, then you will know, debts must be repaid in the end.

  It was late at night and now it's already midnight, Xing Wuyun looked at the water droplets in the gourd finally filling up, feeling satisfied and turned to leave.

  But he saw a figure suddenly flash by, and he chased after it. He then saw a woman with her back to him slowly stepping into the pond in front of him.

  He hastily flew out and pulled up the woman in front of him. When he saw the face of the woman clearly, he was shocked, "Princess Qian Cong?"

  Feng Qian Ning slowly opened her eyes and looked at Xing Wu Yun in front of her, "How are you here?"

  "Qian Ning Gongzhu, how did you end up here?" Xing Wuyun continued to ask.

  "It was I who asked first." Feng Qian Ning blinked her eyes, sat on the ground, looked up and gazed at him.

  Xing Wuyun sighed and continued, "This official is on patrol."

  "Oh." Feng Qian Ning stood up from the ground and looked at him, "Then how did I end up here?"

  Xing Wuyun was speechless, how did he know she was here?

  "Princess, I'll escort you back to your chambers." Xing Wuyun said, looking at her.

  "Good." Feng Qian Ning nodded and followed Xing Wu Yun as they walked forward.

  Xing Wuyun escorted her back to the palace, then turned around and went straight to the side hall.

  Under the moonlight, the wine jars piled up in the courtyard seemed particularly enticing. He stared at them with shining eyes, unable to look away.

  The wine shop owner looked at him and said, "Don't just look, drink these."

  Xing Wuyun lowered his head and looked at a wine jar in front of him, "Master, didn't you tell me not to drink?"

  "Smell it carefully." The wine shop owner raised his eyes and gave Xing Wuyun a disdainful stare.

  Xing Wuyun continued to move forward, and there was no smell at all. He took another sip, and it turned out to be clear water. Then he tilted his head back and drank all the clear water in the wine jar.

  "All of these have been drunk." The wine shop owner pointed at the nine remaining wine jars on the ground and said calmly.

  Xing Wuyun looked at the wine jar under his feet and asked, "Is this all clear water?"

  "Hmm." The wine steward nodded, "Not drinking anymore, this time is just right."

  Xing Wuyun swallowed hard, he had never drunk so much water in his life, and now it all came back at once. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little pitiful, originally brewing wine was such a trouble.

  However, thinking that he would have good wine to drink later, he endured and continued to pick up the wine jar at his feet, drinking desperately until the second, third, until the ninth was finished. He covered his stomach, usually this could hold a lot of wine.

  The old wine seller looked at him and said, "These are all the clear spring water I have stored for ten years. Do you know how precious this jar is?"

  Xing Wuyun listened and immediately felt it was worth it. He hastily nodded his head, "Master, you are really good to your disciple."

  "If it weren't for the young master's sake, I wouldn't have accepted such a foolish piece of land." The wine butler still looked at him with disdain.

  Xing Wuyun's usual pride in his cleverness was now being belittled by the person in front of him, making him feel somewhat displeased. However, he had never put such trivial matters to heart, as long as his goal was achieved, that was all that mattered.

  "Alright, nothing else for today, come over early tomorrow." The wine shop owner said and then got up and returned to his house.

  "Master, I'm leaving." Xing Wuyun called out to the back of the wine shop owner, then turned and left.

  Xing Wuyun, with a belly full of clear spring water, had just walked out of the imperial garden when he felt unbearable abdominal pain. He immediately flew out of the palace and rushed to the Regent's mansion.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin had just finished reviewing the memorial, when they saw a yellow figure floating down. She looked at him sideways, seeing the difficulty on his face.

  "What are you doing running around in the palace like this?" Feng Ao Tian thought that Xing Wu Yun really treated the palace as his home now, being so casual.

  Xing Wuyun didn't know why, but his first thought was to run here. Anyway, he had already arrived, and he couldn't wait any longer. He looked at Feng Gonggong on one side, "Where is the restroom?"

  Feng Gonggong was taken aback at first, then pointed to a distance and said, "Si Xi, take Xing Tongling there."

  "Yes." Si Xi replied, and immediately took Xing Wuyun away.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his figure, then turned to Mu Han Jin, "What's wrong with him?"

  "It seems like I've eaten something bad." Mu Hanjin estimated.

  "Everyone who looks for a toilet runs to this palace, do they think this king's palace is their own private villa?" Feng Ao Tian said coldly, then sat down, picked up his tea cup and took a sip.

  "Your Highness should retire for the night," Mu Hanjin said with a faint smile.

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and stepped into the inner hall, looking at Mu Han Jin, "You first or I first?"

  "Let's go first, Your Highness." Mu Hanjin's face turned slightly red as she said in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with such an appearance, and suddenly had a great interest, "Why don't you follow me?"

  Mu Hanjin lowered his head and took a step back, "Then I'll go first."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with such an appearance, raised his voice and laughed, then strode into the inner hall, walked to the screen, and took off the restraints on his body, getting into the bathtub.

  Mo Hanjin listened to the movement in the bathtub, his face flushed, and then walked out of the bedroom, looking up at the sky.

  Lord Feng stood outside the screen, sizing up the outside, afraid that someone would rush in. Feng Ao Tian raised his head and slightly closed his eyes, thinking about what had happened in recent days.

  Xing Wuyun walked out, holding his stomach and looking at Mu Hanjin standing outside. He then slowly approached him, "What are you doing standing here? Were you kicked out?"

  "What's wrong with you?" Mu Hanjin looked at Xing Wuyun, who seemed to have been abused.

  "Alas, I'm not happy without wine for a day. Today, I haven't had any wine and instead drank ten buckets of clear water. What can I do?" Xing Wuyun said, leaning against the pillar to one side, speaking in a low and mournful tone.

  "That old man's brewing technique is unmatched, and now you're apprenticing under him, that's your good fortune. If in the future you can learn to brew on your own, then you won't have to go around searching for wine to drink or work to death for others." Mu Hanjin said with a warm tone as he looked at Xing Wuyun.

  "That's also true." Xing Wuyun smiled lightly and suddenly thought of Feng Qianying, "Guess who I met today?"

  "Met Qian Ning Gongzhu and almost got seen through by her." Mu Hanjin naturally knew the movements in the palace, as if he had a grasp of everything.

  "This matter, can't be told..." Xing Wuyun hastily stepped forward and whispered.

  "Don't you know as a king?" Mu Hanjin smiled again, "She naturally knows the affairs of the palace."

  "But that Qian Ning princess is indeed pitiful." Xing Wu Yun thought of Feng Qian Ning and said with a sigh.

  "Who's pitiful?" Feng Ao Tian's voice suddenly rang out, at this time, she was dressed in a cheongsam, her long hair casually draped behind her back, with an indescribable beauty that floated around her.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian like that, first stunned, then turned his face away, "Nothing."

  "Today you followed Master Wine, but were rejected by him?" Feng Ao Tian said coldly, looking at his appearance.

  "Yes." Xing Wuyun recalled the look of disdain in Ji Gong's eyes and felt a faint sense of sorrow.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with this expression, "That Thousand Condensed Princess, you've taken a liking to her?"

  Xing Wuyun hastily closed his eyes, feeling regretful in his heart. Why bring this up for no reason? He turned his head and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, if I were to take a liking to her, would you grant me permission to marry?"

  "Really taken a liking to her?" Feng Ao Tian took a step forward, coldly staring at him.

  Xing Wuyun saw such eyes, naturally knew that if he dared to say yes, then today he would not be able to walk out of the palace alive. He suddenly remembered, "Ah, I forgot something important."

  "First return this." Feng Ao Tian patted his shoulder and said in a low voice.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian, "The princess is a golden branch and jade leaf, how dare I?"

  "Tomorrow, I will grant you a royal marriage." Feng Ao Tian turned around and walked into the bedroom.

  Xing Wuyun hastily stepped forward, blocking Feng Ao Tian's path. He was just speaking casually, but the thought of really marrying a wife made him feel like dark clouds were pressing down on him. "Your Highness, I merely felt a little sympathy for Princess Qian Jing's situation, and that's all."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Don't you have something else to attend to? Why are you still standing there?"

  Xing Wuyun heard this and also put his mind at ease, hastily flashing out of the way and leaving the Wang estate.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian's reaction and smiled slightly, taking a step forward. "Your Highness, I'll go take a bath."

  "En, go." Feng Ao Tian replied indifferently and then entered the bedroom.

  Xing Wuyun hastily arrived at Wei Zimeng's wine tower without even changing out of his official robes, and saw a red figure standing with their hands behind their back, with wine and dishes placed beside them, looking quite carefree.

  Xing Wuyun casually sat down, picked up the wine jug, was about to pour a drink, remembered what Wine Public had said, and endured it again. He then picked up his chopsticks, clamped on some dishes, suddenly felt dull and tasteless, put them down again, raised an eyebrow, looked at the figure with his back to him, "The king told me to pass on a message to you, tomorrow at midnight, she will come find you."

  "It's been quite lively for you these past few days." A gentle and pleasant voice slowly rose, Wei Zimo slowly turned around, looking towards Xing Wuyun.

  "It's not just ordinary excitement." Xing Wuyun thought of his own experiences over the past few days and felt that they were more interesting than his years of traveling abroad.

  "What about the matter in the palace?" Wei Zimo asked immediately.

  "Isn't it because of you?" Xing Wuyun said casually, raising his eyes to look at him. "I'm just a idle person, but now that things have become like this, it's actually quite interesting."

  "If I were to tell her your true identity, how do you think she would react?" Wei Zuo continued to sit down, still three steps away from him, picked up his wine cup, poured himself a drink, and then lifted his veil, revealing his tender and charming lips, saying slowly.

  "You and I are in this together." Xing Wuyun raised an eyebrow, "If my identity is exposed, won't you also be exposing your own?"

  Wei Zemu smiled shallowly and said, "I don't care."

  "This young master doesn't care." Xing Wuyun lazily leaned to one side, "Tomorrow you can remember to wait for her at this place."

  "What if I don't wait?" Wei Zimo continued to say.

  "Isn't it?" Xing Wuyun's peach blossom eyes were enchanting, and then, a hint of an unruly smile appeared, "I don't believe it."

  Wei Zemu also curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a mysterious and unpredictable smile. "You'd better not be too kind to her, her ambition is greater than you think. If you're too kind, one day when you meet on the battlefield, you'll suffer even more."

  Xing Wuyun's figure paused for a moment, looking at Wei Zimo in front of him, "I like women."

  The next day, at the fourth watch, Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin got up, dressed properly, finished their early meal, and headed to the imperial palace.

  In the imperial court, Feng's eyes dimly shone as he swept his gaze over the ministers kneeling below, "A riot has broken out in the southwest, do you gentlemen think it would be good to send someone there?"

  All the ministers were shocked by this news, but they didn't dare to discuss it in a flurry, so they waited for someone to take the initiative. However, no one dared to come forward, and what's more, the rebellion in the southwest was getting worse, how many troops could be dispatched from the court now?

  Feng Ao Tian said in a deep voice, "Is it that there isn't one person in Feng Guo who is willing to go to war?"

  "I am willing to go forward." A calm and steady voice echoed throughout the imperial court, followed by a figure standing upright in the center of the grand hall.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at the man in front of him, wearing a military general's uniform, and a faint smile played on his lips. Who else could this be besides Yi Yang? "Alright, General Yi, I hereby appoint you as the Grand Marshal to Pacify the Rebellion, and order you to set out for the southwest immediately."

  "Yes, Your Majesty." Yi Yang knelt down on one knee and replied in a deep voice.

  In the past, due to his cold and introverted personality, and in recent years, military officers have not been valued in the imperial court. As a result, even a general like Yi Yang, who had previously achieved great military successes, was somewhat neglected. He is also a low-key person, never forming cliques or socializing with colleagues, so few people paid attention to him. Now that he has taken the lead, it makes all the officials feel that at critical moments, old generals are still needed.

  After breakfast, Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin and asked, "Did you say anything to Yi Yang?"

  "But it's just telling him about Yishan's recent situation in the palace, and also talking about some current court affairs." Mu Hanjin said with a shallow smile.

  The two men said no more and were about to leave the palace when they saw Feng Ao Yun walking towards them from a distance.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he stood still, waiting for him to approach slowly. "Imperial brother, can you follow me to a place today?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Imperial brother, today I have official business to attend to."

  "It won't take you too long." Feng Ao Yun's face was as smooth as jade, with a hint of gentle warmth.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, unaware of what he was thinking in his heart. So, before knowing his true intentions, she waited and said, "Good."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Yun in front of him, and a hint of coldness flashed through his warm eyes. He then turned to Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, I'll take my leave first."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then looked at Feng Ao Yun, "Imperial brother, where are you going to take your younger brother?"

  "These past few days, staying in the palace has been a bit dull, so I was thinking of going out for a walk." Feng Ao Yun looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Younger brother, do you still remember the mountain valley that older brother used to take you to when we were young?"

  Mu Hanjin turned around and walked slowly, but he had heard their conversation clearly. The mountain valley? Was it the one that Wang Ye took him to?

  He suddenly remembered the first time, she took him to that valley with her expression, his hands hidden in his sleeves, slightly curled up, was that place their memory?

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Feng Ao Yun, that place was where she used to be alone, later on, she brought her imperial brother there several times. Now, he actually mentioned it, and she couldn't help but ask in doubt, "Are you really the imperial brother?"

  Feng Ao Yun looked at her gently, "Imperial brother, do you still remember that mountain valley where you danced with your sword for me?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, these were all memories of her previous life with her imperial brother in childhood, why did he know them all? And that mountain valley, except for her and the emperor, there was also Mu Han Jin, no one else knew about it. Not to mention, there was also that ghostly masked man. Her eyes flashed a hint of coldness, then she turned around, "Imperial brother, I'm busy today."

  Feng Ao Yun stood in front of her, holding her hand, "Come with me."

  Feng Ao Tian turned around, looking at the pleading in his eyes, but felt that such a gaze belonged to her imperial brother. She couldn't help but wonder, who was this person? Was it really Feng Ao Yun? But why did he seem like a completely different person?

  Feng Ao Yun held her hand and walked slowly forward, Mu Han Jin listened to their conversation word by word, every sentence was like a stone hitting his heart.

  He reached out and touched his chest, it really hurt.

  Feng Ao Tian was led by Feng Ao Yun, passing by Mu Han Jin, and walked straight forward.

  Mo Hanjin suddenly felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He then fell to the ground, his body swaying precariously. As he looked up, the intense sunlight shone down on him, making his eyes ache.

  He narrowed his eyes, his body slowly falling down, suddenly, he was wrapped in a warm embrace, opened his eyes, and saw a familiar face amidst the spinning sky and earth. He smiled slightly, gazing at her.

  Feng Ao Tian swept him into her arms, stretched out her hand to take his pulse, but saw the crimson line on her palm. Her eyes flashed with a cold glint, and then she flew out of the palace with him in her arms.

  Feng Ao Yun looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes flashing with a hint of melancholy. He then turned around, he was really trying hard to recall the memories of him and her, but why did she always ruthlessly abandon him every time he mustered up the courage?

  He turned despondently and walked step by step towards this vast palace...

  Xing Wuyun stood by, looking at the complex relationships between the three people in front of him. He thought of Wei Zimo's words from last night and quickly shook his head. He wouldn't like that cruel, moody, and ruthless regent who was also a man. What he liked were women, okay? Thinking of this, he quickly turned around and continued with what he was doing.

  Feng Ao Tian held Mu Han Jin and returned to the Regent's palace, directly entering the bedroom, supporting him, "You deceived me?"

  "Your Highness, I'm really fine," Mu Hanjin said with a faint smile.

  "What is this?" Feng Ao Tian raised his hands, pointing at that red line.

  Mu Hanjin still wore a faint smile and said, "This red thread is a sign of my insufficient vital energy, it will disappear after I adjust my breath, Your Highness can rest assured."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at her, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness, "If you dare to deceive me, do you know the consequences."

  "Can Your Highness bear to kill me?" Mu Hanjin reached out and stroked her face, asking softly.

  "What do you think?" Feng Ao Tian lowered his head, kissed his lips, and put the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth into his own mouth. Then he placed him on a soft couch, sat cross-legged, and helped him to cultivate his internal energy to heal his wounds.

  Lan Yun finally returned to the capital after exhausting two horses, and as he looked up at the majestic Regent's Palace in front of him, he dismounted his horse. His heart, which had been racing wildly just a moment before, came to an abrupt halt as he stared at the four large characters ahead, and he stood there, hesitating and unsure of what to do next.

  Does he want to go in or not?

  "Lan Shi Fei has arrived." Jing Xi said softly, reminding him as she watched Lan Xuan's book being led by the horse in a daze.

  "Hmm." Lan Jingxuan reined in his emotions and continued to walk forward, step by step, until he arrived at the entrance of the Wang Manor. He lifted his foot and stepped inside, only then did he feel that what he had experienced these past few days was not just a dream.

  He withdrew his footsteps, exited the high threshold, and then took a deep breath again. His warm and jade-like temperament was shrouded in a faint soft light, unlike the usual darkness.

  He walked into the bedroom, and when he reached the bedroom, he saw Mr. Feng standing outside the door with a look of anxiety on his face. He hurried forward, "Mr. Feng, what happened?"

  "Prince Wang and Consort Mu have returned, they are inside, but haven't come out yet." Feng Gonggong looked at Lan Xuan Shu, only then remembering, "Consort Lan, you've just returned?"

  "Hmm." Lan Jingyu thought that his first idea of returning to the capital was actually going back to the Wang Fu, he couldn't help but feel that he had been confined here for two years, and thus formed this idea.

  He lowered his eyes and stood outside the bedroom, quietly waiting.

  About half a time later, Feng Ao Tian slowly retracted his palm, pulled Mu Han Jin into his arms, and let him lean on his legs. He stretched out his hand to caress his face, holding his hand, but it was icy cold, even colder than when he spat blood three days ago. She spread open his hand, and the red thread had indeed disappeared, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

  Marquis Feng hastily reported from outside, "Your Highness, Concubine Lan has returned."

  "Let him in." Feng Ao Tian restrained his emotions, then raised his eyes to look at Lan Jun Shu slowly entering, her clothes disheveled and dusty from the road. She spoke in a low voice, "Come over here."

  Lan Yun stepped forward slowly and stood before him, bowing her head and saying, "Your servant greets Your Highness."

  "Sit down." Feng Ao Tian pointed to the position beside him and said in a low voice.

  Lan Yun hesitated, he had been rushing around for days and hadn't bathed in a long time. He was hesitant, but Feng Ao Tian pulled him down to sit with one hand, "It's not just that your body hasn't bathed, it has some smell, rest first, Mr. Feng, go prepare the bath water."

  "Yes." Feng Gonggong hastily replied, and upon hearing Wang Ye's tone, he finally put his mind at ease.

  Lan Yun raised her eyes and looked at the coldness in her eyes, then lowered her head and stopped talking.

  Mo Hanjin slowly woke up, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, but was met with her icy gaze. He smiled slightly, "Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his wrist and pulled him in front of himself, saying coldly, "You dare to deceive me?"

  Digression

  Waaa... dear friends, here comes the second update... wooo...

  Recommended "Purple Lotus Clothes" - "Noble Marriage Color, Charming Wife Teases" At night, in the darkness, long fingers slowly unbuttoned her clothes, ignoring the pain on her face.

  "Obey..." The low and husky voice was filled with a sensual magnetism, yet carried an unyielding tone that brooked no disobedience.

  In a game, she became his target for revenge

  A conspiracy, the fiancé she once loved most walked into the wedding hall hand in hand with her stepmother's sister.

  However, he, who was as ruthless and cruel as a hellish Asura, how could he tolerate his wife liking another man.

  On the bed, a desperate entanglement, the woman's weakly closed eyes, two clear tears flowing down from the corners of her eyes.

  Love, deep love, flesh torture. True feelings, exclusive, pampering.

  He loves her, infatuated with everything about her, so he seeks pleasure from her every night.

  And she, with a proud and arrogant man, this life, if possible, she only wants to hide herself, escape from him far away, but the heavy breathing of midnight is like a recurring nightmare, however, she can't escape.