"Grandpa" is too violent 088 King, don't come over

  "Your Highness, Mu General has led his troops to rush to the southwest, and Leng General has arrived at the border." Hunsen replied.

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian leaned against the soft couch, thinking, "How far has Xīnán spread now?"

  "Tomorrow it will thoroughly spread throughout the southwest." The soul continued to reply.

  "Hmm, after Yi Mu and Mu Han's cavalry arrive, you can give the order to continue as planned." Feng Ao Tian continued.

  "Yes." Soul leads the way.

  Feng Ao Tian thought to himself, surveying the current situation. The entire economy had collapsed overnight, the southwest was in constant turmoil, and although the two Huai regions had just been pacified, there were still those who wanted to start a rebellion elsewhere, or those who were hiding in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to strike her down. She could be said to be surrounded on all sides, and even this imperial city, the Regent Prince's residence, was not a place of peace.

  Mu Hanjin and Yi Mu sat in the carriage, Yi Mu looked very tense, he had not stepped out of the palace for a long time, seeing the crowds coming and going outside, only then did he feel that there were still so many lively people under his own eyes.

  "My first time back at the manor was like that too," Mu Hanjin said with a faint smile as he looked at Yi Mu.

  Yi Mu glanced sideways, looking at Mu Hanjin, and suddenly remembered the events of last night. He smiled softly, dispersing the faint worry between his eyebrows. "Do you know what you did after getting drunk last night?"

  Mu Hanjin listened to Yi Mu's words, and suddenly thought of last night's events again. Her face instantly flushed with an unnatural red color, "What else did you see?"

  "The beauty of the forest has faded, and spring is gone too soon. Alas, the morning rain and evening wind have arrived. Rouge tears, lingering intoxication, when will we meet again? It's just that life is long, and the river flows east." Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin, "You're hiding something from Prince Wang."

  Everyone says you have too many worries, but they don't know that you just see through everything too clearly.

  "It's just a mediocre person being self-conscious, an ordinary person after all." Yi Mu smiled mockingly to himself.

  Mu Hanjin looked at him, and indeed, wasn't he also a mediocre person who was anxious about himself?

  The two of them occasionally chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the General's mansion. Yi Mu lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the entrance of the Yi Mansion in front of him, with only a slight smile on his lips, but without much feeling. He turned to look at Mu Hanjin and asked, "Will you wait for me inside the carriage or follow me in?"

  "I'll wait for you in the carriage." Mu Hanjin didn't want to see that touching scene of reunion again, he thought that he would have to return to the Mu residence later anyway.

  Yi Mu nodded and got off the carriage, walking forward slowly. The curtain fell down, and Mu Hanjin leaned against the inside of the carriage, quietly reading a book.

  About an hour later, Yi Mu came out of the mansion surrounded by his family members. He still had that faint smile on his face, without a hint of sadness or distress. His slightly frail body seemed carefree and relaxed.

  He got on the carriage by himself, sat beside Mu Hanjin and looked at him, "After all, it's been two years since we parted ways. Now that I've seen you again, I don't feel any regret."

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him. His words seemed to mean that after this farewell, they would never see each other again in this life.

  He looked at him, "Don't you plan on returning to Yi Manor?"

  "Of course, I'll be back." Yi Mu lay down in the carriage, taking out a handkerchief to wipe away the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His body was originally weak, and now, after being tossed about for so long, he was also somewhat exhausted.

  "So what you're saying is..." Mu Hanjin put down the book in his hand, looked at him, and saw that his eyebrows were still filled with worry, but there was a hint of clarity.

  "I thought I wouldn't make it through these two years, so day and night, I've been thinking that if I could just return to the manor and see them one more time, my heart's desire would be fulfilled, and it wouldn't be in vain for me to have lived in this world. Now, I've finally seen them, and it's become the wish of my past two years." Yi Mu naturally knew that Mu Hanjin's thoughts had wandered elsewhere, and he smiled softly, "Will you also return to the Mu manor later? Anyway, after passing through this street, we'll arrive."

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin let out a breath of relief, a hint of calmness flashing across his eyebrows and eyes, then picked up the book again and continued reading.

  Yi Mu also took out a book and flipped through it, "This time in the imperial examination, you are the proctor?"

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin nodded, "However, this year's exam questions were personally set by the prince himself."

  "I originally thought that the king was just a tyrant, when the previous emperor was alive, he wouldn't have anyone else in his eyes except for the previous emperor. At that time, the regent king looked gloomy but wouldn't do anything excessive. After the previous emperor's death, she became the regent and started acting recklessly. Now, she has changed her ways again, I didn't know she had such skills." Yi Mu said slowly while looking at the book scroll.

  Mo Hanjin listened to Yi Mu's words and suddenly remembered the Taishang Huang who lived in the imperial palace. What had happened between him and Wang Ye?

  Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin with a thoughtful expression, "Last night, the prince recited that poem, which was more fitting than the one I recited."

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Mu, "When did you start caring about Prince Wang's affairs?"

  "It's just a casual remark, but I feel that this person has changed too quickly." Yi Mu said slowly, looking up at him, "If you really have something to hide from her, it's best to confess now. Otherwise, if she finds out, with her temper, you'll be in for a reckoning."

  "It's better to be ignorant of some things, not knowing is often better than knowing." Mu Hanjin's mouth twitched into a bitter smile as he lowered his head and continued reading the scroll.

  Before long, the carriage slowed to a stop. Mu Han looked at Yi Wu but didn't seem to want to get down, so he nodded in understanding and got off the carriage, entering the mansion on foot.

  Mrs. Mu Lao and Xia Die Wu heard that Mu Han Jin had returned to the mansion, so they happily went out to greet him. They saw a man wearing a purple official robe, handsome as jade, with a faint smile on his lips, walking towards them.

  Mrs. Mu stepped forward, holding Mu Hanjin's hand, "My child, how did you come back today?"

  "The child pays respects to his mother." Mu Hanjin stepped forward, supporting the elderly Mrs. Mu, and then turned around, walking back into the house while saying, "I just sent Yi Mu back to the manor for a trip, and on my way back, I thought of how many days it's been since I last came home to pay respects to Mother, so I came over to take a look."

  "This old wife of mine thought you came specifically to see me." Mrs. Mu said with a scolding gaze at Mu Hanjin.

  Mu Hanjin smiled warmly and said, "Mother, I've been busy with official duties lately, so I haven't had a chance to come visit you. In the future, when I have time, I will definitely come back often."

  "Good, good." Mrs. Mu nodded repeatedly, "A few days ago, I received a letter from your elder brother."

  "Big brother is now guarding the border, everything is fine, mother don't worry, as long as mother's body is strong and healthy, it will be the greatest blessing for both me and big brother." Mu Hanjin helped Mu Old Madam sit down, then sat beside her and said.

  "Second Brother." Xia Die Wu looked at Mu Han Jin, warmly bowed and took the tea from the maid, placing it in front of him, "Please have some tea."

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Xia Die Wu, only to smile slightly, without picking up the tea bowl, but asked, "Die Wu sister, do you have a marriage now?"

  "Second Brother, I'm still unmarried." Xia Die Wu replied with a blush, her eyes cast downward.

  "If Butterfly Dance doesn't mind, can her marriage be decided by her mother?" Mu Hanjin asked tentatively.

  Mrs. Mu thought that Mu Hanjin had come to his senses and wanted to propose to Xia Diewu, with a smile in her eyes. Not only did she think so, but also Xia Diewu thought the same way.

  "But rely on Aunt as the host." Xia Die Wu also blushed and covered her reddened face with a handkerchief.

  "Mother, I'm afraid I won't be able to marry now that I've entered the Regent's palace. So, I fear I won't be able to accept Cousin's feelings. If you can find a good match for her, I'll prepare a generous dowry."

  After listening to the summer butterfly dance, she suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin in disbelief. Then, she turned her gaze to look at Old Lady Mu, who was also crying with tears streaming down her face.

  Mrs. Mu looked at Mu Hanjin, she naturally knew the temper of her own child, these two children were the most stubborn, especially Mu Hanjin, who appeared to be gentle and elegant on the surface but was actually very stubborn, once he made a decision, he would not change it even if he died.

  She turned her eyes and sighed softly, "Have you really made up your mind?"

  "It is." Mu Hanjin stood up and bowed respectfully to Old Lady Mu, saying, "Mother, your child was unfilial."

  Mrs. Mu also experienced the pain of husband and wife, life and death separation, mother and son birth and separation, and has gone through great storms, so she knows the severity of this relationship. She helped Mu Hanjin up, "Now, I don't expect anything from you, I just hope that you and your brother are safe and sound."

  "Mother, I've caused you distress."

  Mrs. Mu looked at Xia Die Wu, patted her hand and said, "Die Wu, your second uncle has his difficulties, you understand Aunt's thoughts, but this matter, it was Aunt's fault towards you back then."

  "Aunt, you're daydreaming again." Xia Dieyu stood up, looked at Mu Hanjin with tears in her eyes, and then slightly bowed before turning around to escape.

  "Mother, since my cousin is also a lady from a respectable family, if she stays in the manor, she will inevitably be subject to gossip and rumors. These past few days, Mother should prepare to send her back."

  "Good." Mrs. Mu nodded, understanding very well in her heart.

  The child then bid farewell and said he would come again another day to visit his mother. Mu Hanjin bowed once more, then stood up and left.

  Xia Die Wu stood by the door, watching Mu Han Jin's departing figure, her fingers twisting the handkerchief, a flash of ruthlessness in her eyes, she couldn't just admit defeat like this, no matter what price she had to pay, she was determined to get him.

  Mu Hanjin also sensed that Xia Die's dance had not left, and the resentment overflowing from her eyes, he could feel it even more clearly. He couldn't help but shake his head, why was she so persistent?

  He walked out of Mu's residence on his own, got into the carriage and looked at Yi Wu, "Let's go."

  Yi Mu raised her eyes and looked at him, seeing a flash of gloom in his eyes. "What's wrong, did you encounter something unpleasant?"

  "En, but it's settled." Mu Hanjin had come this time to explain the matter, because he didn't want to let the prince misunderstand him due to this unrelated person.

  Yi Mu slightly pursed her lips and didn't ask much, lowering her head to continue reading the book scroll.

  The two of them also walked in silence, each reading their own book, and then returned to the Regent Prince's mansion.

  Lan Yun was stopped by Old Lady Lan at this time, and the family members hugged each other, crying together.

  He helplessly raised his eyes and looked at his father on the side, "Father, now that you have no official position, you are indeed much more leisurely than before."

  "Nature is living a carefree life." Lan Feng looked at his son in front of him, and it was only now that he could take a good look at him after seeing him briefly on the imperial court last time.

  "My son, are you doing well in the Regent's palace?" Lan Feng couldn't help but ask quietly.

  Lan Yun smiled warmly, if it were before, he would have replied without hesitation, what is meant by "death is better than life", he has thoroughly experienced it in the Regent's palace, but now?

  He said in a low voice, "Just returned to Beijing, there are still things that need to be done, compared to the past, it's much busier."

  Lan Xing knew that he didn't want to mention past events, nor did he want to ask more questions. Now, it was just hoping that he could get along better in the Wangfu. Unfortunately, the fate of the current Fengguo was in the hands of the Regent King, and even the Taishang Huang who suddenly died and came back to life was powerless.

  Lan Yun comforted Old Lady Lan for a few words, then got up and bid farewell to her parents before returning to the Regent Prince's mansion.

  The three of them happened to meet at the gate of the Wang Mansion, immediately got off their carriages, looked at each other and smiled, raised their eyes, looking at the high plaque in front of them, but there was no fear as before, instead they entered the Wang Mansion with ease.

  Feng Ao Tian was just helping Feng Yin Qi wash up, feeding him medicine, and taking a silk handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead when he saw three men walking slowly towards the bedroom from outside. They had distinct personalities, but all of them were extremely pleasing to the eye, probably so handsome that even if they stood on the street, people would be reluctant to look away.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and sat back down on the soft couch, watching as the three of them entered in unison. "Your Highness!"

  "How's business?" Feng Ao Tian asked casually.

  "It just so happens." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly as he stepped forward, taking the handkerchief from her hand, and turned to look at Feng Yuqi in the inner hall, "Your Highness, why didn't you wait for me to return before bathing the Emperor?"

  "It doesn't matter." Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Since we're all here, let's have a meal together."

  "Yes." The three of them responded in unison, without saying much more.

  After the four of them finished their late dinner, Yì Mù got up and excused himself first.

  Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan entered the study, reviewing memorials. Now, with an extra pair of hands, the mountainous pile of memorials in front of them could be reviewed much faster.

  Feng Ao Tian just stepped into the study when she heard a cold and gloomy aura falling outside. She turned around, walked to the door of the bedroom, and saw Feng Ao Yun standing outside.

  She raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "What brings you here, Imperial Brother?"

  Mo Hanjin stopped writing with her brush and got up from the soft couch, walking out.

  Lan Yun Shu raised her head and looked at Mu Han Jin's expression. She also put down the red pen, got off the soft couch, and followed him out.

  Feng Ao Yun glanced sideways, looking at Mu Han Jin and Lan Xuan Shu walking out of the study, then looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Imperial brother, have you forgotten that you promised to accompany me to the mountain valley a few days ago in the palace?"

  Feng Ao Tian suddenly remembered and looked at him, "Is it unavoidable?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Yun nodded and looked at her, "This is also the last place I want to take you to."

  She looked at Feng Ao Yun, and in those warm eyes, a deep sadness flashed by. Her mind wavered for a moment, then she lifted her feet and walked out.

  "Your Highness..." Mu Hanjin stepped forward, softly calling out to her.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze towards him and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

  "Mm." Mu Hanjin nodded, watching as she turned and stepped out of the bedroom. His body took a slight step back.

  Lan Yun Shu looked at Mu Han Jin like this, "Do you know something?"

  "I'm just a little scared." Mu Hanjin covered his heart, feeling a bit flustered. He raised his eyes and looked at the two figures leaving, "I'll be right back." As he spoke, he lightly tapped his toes and chased after them.

  Lan Yun Shu gazed at Mu Han Jin's fleeting figure, a faint glimmer of dimness flashing across his eyes, before turning around and walking towards the study, sitting on the soft couch, continuing to review the memorials.

  Feng Ao Tian followed Feng Ao Yun as they flew towards the mountain valley. After half a time, the two entered the valley. Feng Ao Yun was wearing a cyan-colored robe, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a warm and elegant temperament, with an extraordinary appearance. He landed immediately, turned around, and looked at her, "It's been a long time since I came here, and it still hasn't changed."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, and couldn't help but feel suspicious. She followed his footsteps, walking slowly forward. This road was different from the one she had taken with Mu Han Jin last time. It was a very quiet path, lined with cherry blossom trees everywhere. She raised her eyes to look at the sky, wondering why it was full of cherry blossoms now, when the weather wasn't suitable for them to bloom.

  Feng Ao Yun looked at Feng Ao Tian and asked, "Do you remember what I said?"

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at him, "These cherry blossoms?"

  "It was I who came all the way from Warm City." Feng Ao Yun said with a faint smile.

  "When?" Feng Ao Tian had a sense of discomfort as if his own territory was being occupied, and this place still held all the memories of his past life.

  "Yesterday." Feng Ao Yun looked at the cherry blossom tree in front of him, "You left with your man like that from my face, so I came alone to take a look."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his expression and fell into confusion, "Who are you?"

  "Forever inseparable in life and death." Feng Ao Yun Yang's voice echoed with a smile, as he spun around, his palms striking the twenty cherry blossom trees surrounding him. The cherry blossoms shook, and petals filled the sky, drifting down with the wind. "Younger brother, it was you who told me that cherry blossoms represent forever inseparable in life and death."

  Feng Ao Tian's figure flashed, and she looked up at the cherry blossoms falling in front of her. In her mind, a scene from back then appeared - she was only seven years old at that time. Her mother was still alive, and she would often hold Feng Ao Tian in her arms and sit under the cherry blossom tree, softly saying, "Tian'er, if one day you meet the person you love, bring him to this cherry blossom tree and tell him that cherry blossoms represent eternal separation for all lifetimes."

  Then, she brought the emperor to this valley, under this cherry blossom tree. She shook off the blossoms, and as they floated gently through the air, she pointed at them, looking at the emperor's gentle face. "Brother, these cherry blossoms represent eternal separation for all eternity."

  At that time, she simply wanted to stay by her brother's side and never leave him. However, later on, she discovered that her own heart had changed, and in her eyes, there was no one else but him. Watching him get married, holding another woman's hand, his smile would forever not belong to her alone.

  She took a step back with her body, leaning against the cherry blossom tree, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Who are you?"

  "I am Feng Ao Yun, your imperial brother." Feng Ao Yun said, his eyes fixed on Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and he suddenly flew forward, raised his hand, and pinched the other person's neck. "You're not."

  "If I wasn't, how would I know all these past events?" Feng Ao Yun still stood in place, meeting her cold and severe gaze.

  "You absolutely are not." Feng Ao Tian could affirm, although she knew what he said was true, but her intuition would never be wrong.

  Feng Ao Yun took a slight step forward, Feng Ao Tian's wrist exerted force, pinching his neck, he continued to take another step forward, raised his palm, and tore off his own clothes, the plum blossom birthmark on his chest entered her line of sight.

  As soon as she relaxed her wrist, Feng Ao Tian tightly wrapped his arms around her and held her close, feeling the familiar scent on her body. He sighed softly and said, "Do you know how I've been living these years? Do you know how much I hated you all these years? Do you know how much I loved you all these years?"

  Feng Ao Tian was tightly hugged by him, her eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. Through the clothes, she could hear that strong and powerful heartbeat. Was she really confused? Why did this person have such a familiar scent on his body? Who was he after all?

  Cherry blossoms drifted to the ground with the wind, covering the entire floor in a pink hue. The bright moonlight illuminated their silhouettes as Feng Ao Yun released her, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

  Mu Han's figure gently fell to the ground, looking at the scene in front of her, but feeling so piercingly painful. A faint tear slipped out of her eyes, and her jade-like face revealed a heart full of sorrow. Had she returned to that person's side again? Did she not want herself anymore? He turned around dejectedly and flew away.

  Feng Ao Tian suddenly pushed him away, staring at him fiercely, "I don't believe it." After that, he turned around and left.

  Feng Ao Yun gazed at her departing figure, he lowered his head, pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the plum blossom birthmark on his chest. Fresh blood dripped from the dagger onto the ground, dyeing the cherry blossoms red.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and landed in front of him, looking at him, "What are you doing?"

  "Aren't you doubting?" Feng Ao Yun lowered his eyelids, staring straight at her. "I'll prove it to you now." As he spoke, his wrist moved and the birthmark was dug out.

  Feng Ao Tian raised her eyes and looked at him, "You are not him."

  "Why?" Feng Ao Yun paused, looking at her determined eyes.

  "My brother would never do anything to hurt me, and he would never treat himself like that either. It pains me to see this." Feng Ao Tian took a step back and said coldly, "You are not him."

  "Really?" Feng Ao Yun raised an eyebrow. "Yes, how could I be him? He's already dead, dead in your heart."

  Feng Ao Tian was taken aback once again. This person was too familiar, yet so strange. She turned around and stopped looking at him. "Tonight, it ends here. In your heart, I'm just a pawn in your plan."

  "No." Feng Ao Yun looked at her, "You want me to risk my life to destroy the beautiful dream that I don't want to recall."

  Feng Ao Tian turned around, gazing deeply at him, then turned back and flew away, she had just sensed Han Jin's presence.

  The night was cold, Mu Hanjin walked hastily in the forest, a gust of wind blew by, messing up his black hair. He raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and a hint of coldness curled up at the corner of his mouth. In her heart, he was just a lonely person accompanying her. It's laughable that he had given his entire heart to her. Didn't he know it all? Why did seeing such a scene still hurt him, even making him jealous?

  He walked step by step, but felt that the long road was endless and he couldn't reach the end. He stretched out his hand to lean against a big tree beside him, but ultimately leaned against it weakly.

  A gust of cold wind swept by, and he saw dozens of black-clad men standing in front of him, their bloodthirsty killing intent filling the air. He raised his eyes, looking at the black-clad men before him, a flash of cold light flickering across his gaze. With a wave of his sleeve, leaves flew down like sharp swords, stabbing towards the black-clad men in front of him. He spun around and stood on top of a large tree, his eyes gazing down at the corpses lying below with an isolated chill.

  Feng Ao Tian immediately fell, and saw the black-clad man who had died on the ground. He raised his eyes to meet Mu Han Jin's cold and clear gaze. She lightly tapped her toes and flew up into the air.

  Mo Hanjin stood tall and slender, watching as she flew towards him. He opened his arms wide, leaning forward, and fell like that. The cold wind scattered his robes and green silk, his jade-like face seemed to be coated with a layer of glory, shining with soft light.

  Feng Ao Tian flew up into the air, spinning around in mid-air, catching his falling body and embracing him in her arms. As they spun around, he still wore a faint shallow smile, gazing at her.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him like that, and she couldn't help but want to swallow him whole. It was only then that she realized that deep down in his bones, he had such a heartbreaking loneliness.

  The two of them fell down together, Feng Ao Tian pushed him away, staring at him fiercely, his eyes filled with tenderness, then he moved forward, pushing her against the tree trunk behind her, lowered his head and kissed her lips, biting them forcefully.

  Feng Ao Tian opened his eyes wide, he kept staring at her, she unconsciously wrapped her arms around his overly slender but firm waist, deepening the kiss.

  A gentle breeze blew, the moonlight swayed, Feng Ao Tian leaned against his chest, lowered his head, raised his palm, and carefully stroked his fingers. "Now you're even more presumptuous, how many times have you been rude to me?"

  Mu Hanjin lowered his head and leaned it on her shoulder, "Wang Ye, in your heart, is he irreplaceable forever?"

  Feng Ao Tian fell silent, in the heart of this former body, Feng Ao Yun meant everything to her, but for the person occupying her body? Feng Ao Yun was just someone who existed in her memories, perhaps because the real Feng Ao Tian had melted him into her very bones and blood, every time she saw him, she would feel a pang of heartache.

  "It used to be, now it's not." Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze towards him, "Perhaps one day, you will become the irreplaceable person in my heart."

  "How long will it take for that day to arrive?" Mu Hanjin looked at her, fearing that he would not have enough time to enter her heart and would leave with a full load of regret.

  "Maybe it won't be too long, maybe it will be a while." Feng Ao Tian didn't know when, but her heart was still cold now, she just needed someone to warm her up, only, when would it truly get warm?

  Mo Hanjin remained silent, embracing her as they leaned against a tree, gazing up at the moonlight before them.

  In the imperial palace, Feng Ao Yun entered the bedroom with a pale face.

  Xing Zhiyan looked at Feng Ao Yun like that and hastily stepped forward, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

  "It's nothing." Feng Ao Yun turned his gaze to Xing Zhiyan, "I ask you, have you ever truly loved me?"

  Xing Zhiyan was taken aback for a moment, looked at him and lowered her eyelids, "There has been, but..."

  "All right, you can withdraw." Feng Ao Yun waved his hand and turned into the inner hall.

  Xing Zhiyan gazed at Feng Ao Yun's figure, a bitter smile playing on his lips. However, in his heart, there was never a place for her, which is why she hated him so much, and even more, the person who existed in his heart.

  Feng Ao Yun Jing lay on the Feng Couch, raised his eyes to gaze at the sky, and stroked his own chest. "After I destroy this Phoenix Country, shall I accompany you to hell together?"

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin returned to the bedroom, only to see Xing Wu Yun tapping his leg against the soft couch, looking at them as they came back, then glancing at their slightly swollen lips. He curled his lip, "Sneaking around for pleasure, but forgetting to wipe your mouth."

  Phoenix sat beside him, looking at him, "Wei Zimu really has the ability to order all his industries in Fengguo to close overnight."

  Xing Wuyun raised an eyebrow, "He was always like this, I also have no choice but to accept it."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "What if I were to take over all of his industries?"

  "The industries of Feng Guo, to him, are nothing but a mere trifle. Besides, there are still the three major nations and eleven minor ones." Xing Wu Yun looked rather exhausted, with an air of laziness about him.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his wrist with one hand and grasped his pulse with the other, "Infected with wind chill."

  "Uh-huh." Xing Wuyun nodded and then pulled her wrist out of Feng Ao Tian's hand, for some reason, now that she was in contact with him, she felt uncomfortable.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and instructed Feng Gong Gong, "Go prepare ginger soup."

  "It is." replied Feng Gonggong, and immediately sent someone to prepare.

  Mo Hanjin turned around and went back to the study, seeing that Lan Yun was still reviewing the memorials. He sat down across from him, picked up a memorial, and began to read it.

  Lan Yun raised her eyes and looked at him lightly, without saying a word, and continued to be busy.

  Feng Ao Tian sat beside him, "How come it's so quiet today?"

  "Sick person." Xing Wuyun replied lazily, not knowing why, but now seeing her, he didn't know what to say, yet still kept running towards her.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and followed his example, reclining on the soft couch with her eyes closed to cultivate her spirit.

  Xing Wuyun tilted his head, sizing up her face. Her looks were above average, her skin was well-maintained and naturally very good, her figure was a bit weak but also showed determination. No matter how he looked at it, she seemed like a handsome and elegant young man. He remembered that when she leaned against his back, she felt incredibly soft.

  He blinked his peach blossom eyes, raised his hand, and slowly reached towards Feng Ao Tian's chest, but just as he was about to touch him, he was slapped away by Feng Ao Tian.

  Xing Wuyun lowered his head, looking at his own reddened palm, then raised his eyes to look at her, "You're being too petty, Your Highness."

  "Stingy?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, then stood up, with one hand propping up his chin and tilting his head to look at him, "You're very bold, daring to take advantage of me."

  "It's not like I didn't get anything." Xing Wuyun felt a bit at a loss, if he had gotten something and got beaten up for it, that would have been okay, but now... he couldn't help but sigh.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "If you're lucky enough to get it, this hand of yours will be useless."

  Xing Wuyun let out a cold snort and leaned back on the soft couch, "I was wrong."

  "Who said don't underestimate you too much last night?" Feng Ao Tian recalled the situation last night and smiled, "You rushed out of your father's arms in a hurry yesterday, where did you go?"

  "Put out the fire." Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Ao Tian's words, gritted his teeth and replied, "Your Highness, in the future, you must never treat me like this again. Your generosity is more than I can bear."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, then stepped forward again, reached out, hooked up the green silk stuck to his chest, "How should I treat you?"

  Xing Wuyun was startled as if he had seen a ghost, and hastily retreated a step back, his hands clutching at his chest, warily eyeing her. "Your Highness, don't come any closer."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and then retreated back to his original position, leaning against the soft couch, "Drink the ginger soup."

  Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, and only then did he see that Lord Feng had already entered the bedroom with a bowl of ginger soup. He let out a deep sigh of relief, got up, took the bowl from him, and drank the ginger soup in one gulp before falling back onto the soft couch.

  Feng Ao Tian covered one side of the brocade quilt over him, "Take a rest."

  "Hmm." Xing Wuyun replied faintly, and soon fell asleep as drowsiness overcame him.

  Feng Ao Tian stood up and walked to the study, where she saw Mu Han Jin sitting in her former seat. Lan Xuan Shu was sitting with his back to her. She took a step forward, Mu Han Jin raised his eyes, smiled at her, then moved slightly inward, and she sat down beside him on the soft couch.

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, who was about to pay his respects. "Forget it," he said. "Now, just the three of us, what's going on?"

  "Your Highness, these ministers have already reviewed them. Please take a look first." Lan Jingxue was also doing the review of memorials to the throne for the first time and naturally didn't need to be as familiar with it as Mu Hanjin.

  Feng Ao Tian took over the memorial, looked at it carefully, then picked up the imperial brush and wrote a "Zhun" character, and then took another one to browse.

  Mo Hanjin glanced sideways at her face, a hint of tenderness flashing across his eyes, and then the three of them focused on reviewing the memorials.

  Wu Yue Country, autumn is approaching, but Ye Mei Xi has no intention of going there at all, he was an existence that could be ignored anyway.

  "Your Highness, the autumnal sacrifice is already prepared. Three days later, the Crown Prince just brought up a message saying that you are to attend." Xiang Han reminded from the side.

  "Hmm." Ye Mei Xi looked at Xiang Han, "What's he up to now?"

  "Your Highness, I'm afraid the Crown Prince is going to make a move against you again." Chu Xia guessed from the side.

  Ye Mei Xing was wearing only a thin undergarment, lazily lying on the bed, her beautiful eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Has the Third Prince's matter been settled?"

  "Your Highness, that beauty from last time, I've already had someone secretly bring her into the Third Prince's residence." Xiang Han replied in a low voice.

  "Hmm." Ye Xuan nodded, "Will there be any movement from the Second Prince's side during the Autumn Confinement?"

  "The second prince doesn't seem to care about this autumnal confinement, and these past few days have been quite calm." Chū Xia hastily replied.

  The corners of Ye Mei's mouth curled up with a charming and seductive smile, "The calmer one is, the more problems they have."

  "Does Your Highness mean that the Second Prince is going to take action?" Xiang Han's eyes flickered slightly as she asked.

  "Hmm, secretly keeping an eye on the Second Prince, the Crown Prince is not foolish, he must be waiting for the Second Prince to fall into his trap. You send someone to secretly assist him, even if the Second Prince doesn't succeed, you can't let him lose like this." Ye Yan said casually, "Otherwise, how will the rest of the play go?"

  "Yes, I understand." Xiang Han nodded in response.

  Early summer stood on one side, watching Ye Huan play with a warm jade, thinking that Wu Yue Guo didn't have such high-quality sheep fat white jade. She couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, is this warm jade a rare item in Wu Yue Guo?"

  "Yes." Ye Mei said with a faint smile, her eyes flashing with soft light, carrying thick thoughts. Touching it was like she had always been by his side, never leaving.

  Bian Guan, Leng Qianye followed Mu Han's previous deployment and returned from patrol. He stepped into the camp tent and picked up the military book to read. The words on it were elegant, yet they also showed a strong and powerful tone. At first glance, one could tell that this person's handwriting was sharp.

  Suddenly, a commotion came from outside the camp, he hastily got up and went out, and saw many torches in the distance. Jī Bó hurried over, "General, there's movement on the side of Qī Guó."

  Leng Qianye thought that Mu Han Yao had just left, taking his men with him. As soon as he heard the news, Gui Guo sprang into action. This was a bit too coincidental, and Leng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. He grasped his sword, mounted his horse, and rushed towards the pass.

  He went up to the city gate tower alone, and saw the people of Qi Guo standing under the tower, looking at Leng Qianye above. The leader of the team laughed loudly, "Leng Qianye, it's been two years since we last met, I hope you're doing well."

  Leng Qianye lowered her head and looked at the man in front of her, with a handsome appearance and a cold gaze that seemed to pierce through him, staring straight at him with a provocative attitude.

  "Recover from the cold, and come back unharmed." Leng Qianye did not expect that as soon as he returned to Bian Guan, his first stop would be a battle with an old opponent. His indifferent eyes also shot out a hint of cold light, this battle was inevitable.

  "General, let me go into battle." Ji Bai hastily said beside him.

  "I'll come myself." Leng Qianye raised the sword in his hand, and with a light tap of his toe, he leaped down from the city wall, looking at Fu Han, "Our real duel has just begun."

  "Haha, I heard today that you've returned to the border town, so I came personally to take a look and verify it. We'll have plenty of time in the future." Fu Han laughed loudly again, then waved his hand and turned his horse's head, leading his men away.

  Leng Qianye gazed at Fu Han's departing figure, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He then flew up and landed on the city wall, looking at Ji Bai beside him, "The array we prepared earlier, let's hurry up and practice."

  "Yes." Ji Bai hastily replied.

  After reviewing the last memorial, Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at the two of them. "It's already late into the night now, and we still have to attend the morning court tomorrow, so let's get some rest early."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin and Lan Xuan responded in unison, and then the three of them walked out of the study.

  Xing Wuyun lay on the soft couch, his handsome face flushed with red, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, as if he had seen something in a dream that he couldn't escape.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin and Lan Yun Shu, "Go take a bath."

  "I bid farewell." Lan Jingxuan immediately bowed and paid his respects, then withdrew from the palace.

  Mu Hanjin stepped into the inner hall and walked behind the screen. She took off her clothes and got into the bathtub.

  Feng Ao Tian Xiang walked forward to the front of Xing Wu Yun, seeing him still dreaming, his whole body sweating profusely. She stretched out her hand and covered his forehead, but was pulled by Xing Wu Yun's hand, and her body fell straight onto his.

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