"Grandpa" is too violent 079's reason for being imprisoned (second update)

  Leng Qianye heard the report from outside, turned around and saw a silver-gray figure landing elegantly, walking towards her. When she saw the man on the dragon bed looking at her, she was taken aback, couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. She furrowed her brow slightly, looked up at him and said, "You..."

  "Imperial brother, it's been two years since we last met, yet you don't remember your imperial brother?" The man in front of her stood up and slowly walked towards her.

  Feng Ao Tian stood there in a daze, staring at the man walking towards her, overlapping with the image etched in her mind, warm and jade-like temperament, gentle breeze between his eyebrows, shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, rich and handsome... how could this be?

  She hastily furrowed her brow, recalling the scene of that day. She had clearly seen him lying lifelessly in the coffin, she had clearly stroked his face which was icy and bone-chilling, she had clearly sent him into the imperial mausoleum herself. But now, who was this man standing before her? Why did he have the same appearance as him?

  Her eyes flashed with a cold glint, and suddenly the figure she had been thinking about that night appeared in her mind. She saw him standing with his back to her in the woods.

  She was filled with joy and slowly walked towards him, softly calling out, "Imperial Brother..."

  That figure slowly turned around, with the same appearance, the same faint smile, and the same breath. She excitedly threw herself into his arms, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. She raised her eyes to meet his warm and gentle gaze, but within those eyes was a cold and ruthless glint. Lowering her head, she saw that an arrow with poison had been shot into her chest, piercing her heart.

  She smiled faintly, choosing to forget this memory. She would rather think of his good than the fact that he had personally sent her to the Yellow Springs. Feng Ao Tian sighed softly, wondering if her previous life had wanted to be free from all this. For two whole years, she had tried every means to make herself think less of him, but these thoughts were like a disease that had seeped into her bones, driving her crazier and crazier. That's why she was willing to die at his hands, without regret or resentment.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly raised his eyes, suppressing the bitterness and killing intent in his heart. He looked at him, but his gaze was exceptionally gentle, as if he wanted to melt the spring water. In a soft voice, he said, "Imperial brother, is it really you?"

  "Imperial brother." The man in front of him called out softly, with a faint glimmer in his warm and gentle eyes.

  Phoenix proudly looked up to the sky with tears in her eyes, as if she had seen the person she had been thinking about day and night. She opened her arms and fell into his embrace. This sudden situation left Cold Qianye on one side looking bewildered, while Mu Hanjin, who had just arrived, looked at the scene before him with a warm gaze that flashed with a hint of melancholy, and walked in step by step.

  The man in front of him did not expect Feng Ao Tian to be so proactive. He lowered his eyes, looking at the person in his arms, holding her delicate body, and a hint of strangeness flashed across his eyes.

  Feng Ao Tian withdrew from his arms, raised a brilliant smile that had never been seen before, "Imperial brother, you're still alive?"

  "Ah, you've had a tough two years." The man said softly.

  Feng Ao Tian shook his head, stretched out his hand and lifted it up, carefully stroking it. "Imperial brother, I knew you wouldn't die, you'll definitely come back."

  "Imperial brother..." The man in front of her looked at her with a moved expression, lowering his head to gaze at the intertwined fingers, slightly curled and using a hint of force.

  Mo Hanjin stood by, hiding his hands in his sleeves, his fingers slightly curled up, suppressing the urge to step forward and hold her in his arms, watching everything unfold before him, waiting.

  "Uncle Wang... Uncle Wang..." Feng Yuqi's voice slowly rose, breaking the warmth of the moment.

  Phoenix proudly raised an eyebrow, walked forward, and ignored Xing Zhiyan beside him. Instead, he sat down directly and took Feng Yuxi's pulse. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked up and shot a straight glance at Xing Zhiyan.

  Xing Zhiyan had never seen such a piercing and intimidating gaze, compared to the man beside her, it made her even more chilled to the bone. She forced herself to meet Feng Ao Tian's eyes, "Your Highness, you've finally returned, the Crown Prince..."

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, his eyebrows slightly curved as he looked at the man beside him, "Imperial brother, it's better to entrust it to my younger brother."

  "Alright, in that case, I'll head back to Empress Dowager's place first." The man in front of him replied gently.

  "Alright, I'll go see you later, little brother." Feng Ao Tian's voice was filled with an unprecedented gentleness, and his eyes shone with joy. "Little brother has a lot to say to big brother."

  "Good." The man obviously did not expect that Feng Ao Tian would have such an attitude towards him, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and then he turned and left.

  Leng Qianye and Mu Hanjin immediately bowed and saluted.

  Xing Zhiyan also followed the man out of the imperial bedroom.

  The smile at the corner of Feng Ao Tian's mouth disappeared instantly as the man left, and his expression turned abnormally cold. He raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "What are you still standing there for, haven't you come over yet?"

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to meet the cold gaze that had turned towards her, nodded in response, and then walked towards her, each step feeling exceptionally long.

  Feng Ao Tian saw him walking slowly, raised his hand and pulled him into his own arms, fingers pressed against his lips. "Where did the spirit of forcing a kiss on me that day go? How come you've returned to your original shape today?"

  Mo Han's eyebrows and eyes slightly closed, a daze passed, only then did she react, hastily raising her gaze to meet the strange reprimand in her eyes. Her warm eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance as she gently raised both hands, tightly grasping hers in her own, before placing them on her cheeks. "I think the prince is still angry."

  "What's wrong?" Feng Ao Tian looked at him, for some reason, always felt helpless towards him. Perhaps it was because she had been away for a few days and saw his awkward personality, yet he had made such a big decision to stay by her side. Maybe even if he was extremely angry, in his heart, he couldn't bear to leave her.

  "Your Highness......" Mu Hanjin's jade-like face seemed to be coated with a layer of silver light, and was exceptionally bright and captivating.

  Feng Ao Tian slightly leaned forward, his straight nose touching his pen-straight nose, their eyes locked, "From now on, don't dare to disobey me again, do you understand?"

  "Mm." Mu Hanjin's slender and gentle eyes overflowed with soft light as he responded in a low voice.

  "Don't dare to be distracted in front of Grandfather from now on, got it?" Feng Ao Tian said with a slight raise of his lips.

  "Good." Mu Hanjin blinked his eyes and responded.

  "What happens in the future, don't dare hide it from me, understand?" Feng Ao Tian said coldly again.

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin's heart skipped a beat as he smiled and replied.

  Phoenix proudly raised the corner of her mouth, lifted a bright arc, kissed his lips, lightly biting, then loosened, turned around, looked at Feng Yuqi on the dragon bed, but now, she dropped her gaze to her body, and a bright smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Wang Shu...nephew finally waited for you."

  Mu Hanjin left her side and sat down beside him, handing over the yellow silk handkerchief to Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, this is a letter from the Emperor for you."

  "Uh-huh." Feng Ao Tian took the handkerchief, looked at the words on it, turned his eyes, and gazed at him, "Silly child." He stretched out his hand to caress his face, then looked at Mu Han Jin, "Go get three tea cups."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin raised his eyes, looking at her, apparently somewhat hesitant. She must have rushed back overnight, and if she bled again, how could she bear it with her hard work?

  Feng Ao Tian winked at him, signaling him to relax, then took out Xing Wu Yun's dagger. As Mu Han Jin handed over the teacup and placed it on her wrist, she looked at the scar from last time that had not yet faded, and now another new scar was about to be added, making his heart ache.

  The knife rose and fell, and before he could even feel the pain, blood had already seeped out from his wrist. Feng Ao Tian smiled lightly and said, "This dagger is indeed sharp."

  Leng Qianye stood there, watching Feng Ao Tian and Mu Hanjin's tender and affectionate interaction. He felt like he had been hollowed out, unsure of how to react. It seemed that he finally understood why Mu Hanjin was so fixated on him - she exuded an otherworldly charm that others could only aspire to. Someone like her, with such tenderness, could make even the most iron-willed person become putty in their hands. He lowered his gaze, turned sideways, and looked away, feeling superfluous for the first time.

  Feng Ao Tian Ce Mou looked at him and asked, "Has your martial arts skills fully recovered?"

  Leng Qianye was taken aback for a moment, her usual calm and collected expression flashing with surprise, before she bowed her head and replied, "Yes."

  "This king will keep his promise to you, naturally he won't go back on his word. When we return to the palace, this king will tell you again." Feng Ao Tian said next.

  "Yes." Chilly Thousand Leaves felt that at this moment, he didn't know what else to say apart from this word.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered her gaze, looking at the three cups of blood that were already full. Mu Han Jin had quickly taken out a handkerchief to seal her acupoint and wrapped it around the wound.

  "She smiled faintly and said, 'It doesn't matter, at worst I'll just be left with some scars.'"

  A hint of resentment flashed across Mo Han's eyebrows, "Return to the manor and take your medicine."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian thought it was a good thing to have someone take care of him too.

  He then turned around, looked at Feng Yin Qi, and immediately hugged him into his own arms, looking at him, "Qi'er, Wang Shu is by your side, and will always be with you. You can't let Wang Shu down."

  "Hmm." Feng Yurou nodded, her voice as gentle as a floating thread.

  Feng Ao Tian pressed the cup against his dry, cracked lips. He tried to open his mouth and slowly swallow the blood, but after drinking half a cup, he suddenly spat it out.

  Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, his fingers tightened around the cup, then he tilted his head back and drank the blood down. He lowered his head, pressed his lips to the other person's, and transferred the blood into their mouth. His other hand rested on the person's lower back, channeling his internal energy into them.

  Mu Hanjin stood beside him, raised his palm and also pressed it against Feng Ao Tian's back, looking at Feng Ao Tian, "Let me do it."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian flashed him a glance, then retracted his hand, focusing on feeding blood to Feng Yin Qi until the last drop was fed into his mouth.

  Then he stood up, picked up Feng Yu Qi and said, "Let's go back to the mansion."

  "Your Highness, aren't you going to see the Empress Dowager?" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian and asked in a low voice.

  "He's not the crown prince, why did you go see him." Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, "You're asking with ulterior motives."

  "But you just...” Mu Hanjin recalled what had happened earlier and couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, remembering how intimately she had fallen into his arms.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth curled up with a sly and charming smile, "Jealous?"

  Mo Hanjin raised his eyes and looked at her with a serious expression, "Yes."

  "Some things are meant to be let go of. I've struggled for so many years, suffered for so many years for someone who didn't love me, it's enough." Feng Ao Tian seemed to be saying this to the previous owner of this body, when she was willing to die, she had already let go of everything, hadn't she?

  Mu Hanjin understood the meaning behind her words, so the person she had been thinking about all these years was him?

  Feng Ao Tian hugged Feng Yin Qi and said, "Let's go, I'm tired."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and nodded, walking out of the imperial bedroom with her. Leng Qianye followed beside Mu Hanjin, the three of them tiptoeing away from the palace.

  The Empress Dowager's bedroom, a man sat upright on the main seat, Xing Zhiyan stood beside him with his head bowed.

  "Your Majesty, the Regent King has no suspicions about your identity." Xing Zhiyan said in a low voice.

  "Is that so?" The man's warm smile suddenly changed, and a cold glint appeared between his eyebrows, "The more it is so, the more suspicious it is."

  "What the master means is that she doesn't believe you at all?" Xing Ziyuan hastily asked.

  "Hmm, but she wants to act, so I'll just play along with her, what's the harm?" the man said in a low voice.

  "I understand." Xing Zhiyan glanced sideways, looking at the face of the man beside her, and again thought of someone with a similar face, and couldn't help but flash a hint of melancholy.

  Feng Ao Tian held Feng Yu Qi and returned to the Regent Prince's Mansion. Old Man Feng saw his master return, with tears in his eyes, and welcomed him forward, "Your Highness, you've finally come back."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and headed back to his bedroom, Mu Han Jin and Leng Qian Ye following closely behind.

  Feng Ao Tian placed Feng Yu Qi on the bed, then picked up a red pen from beside him and wrote down a prescription. He looked at Mu Han Jin and said, "Go instruct someone to prepare these herbs, put them in the bathtub and steam them."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin took it and immediately turned around.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qian Ye, "You've also been tired for the past two days, go back and rest first. Once this matter is settled, I will personally come to find you."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye bowed his head in response, this was the first time he had ever shown such respect to Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at his sudden change and couldn't help but feel strange, thinking that during the days she was not there, what had happened in the mansion?

  Leng Qianye stepped out of the bedroom and returned to Qinghui Pavilion.

  Feng Ao Tian saw Mu Hanjin hastily walking in, raised his eyes and looked at her.

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand, he stepped forward, and placed his hand in her palm, "What's wrong?"

  "I'm exhausted." Feng Ao Tian had never expected such a turn of events. That person was not the former emperor, nor was he her imperial brother Feng Ao Yun. But why did he have a face that looked exactly like his?

  Mo Hanjin stretched out his hand, pulled her into his arms, and let her find a comfortable position, leaning against his chest. "If you're tired, take a short rest. I'll go to help the emperor bathe once the herbal medicine is ready."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian nodded and leaned into his arms, closing his eyes for a short rest.

  Mo Hanjin lowered his gaze, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, a satisfied smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. The thoughts that had been tangled and struggling in his mind for so long now seemed insignificant as she leaned against him like this.

  Before long, Mr. Feng entered the bedroom and saw Feng Ao Tian leaning against Mu Hanjin's arms with his eyes closed, so he quietly approached him and said, "Mu Shi Fei, everything is ready."

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin nodded and continued to carefully place the child from her bosom onto the soft couch.

  Feng Ao Tian had already opened her eyes, smiling sweetly as she looked at him, hooking his neck and landing a light kiss on his lips. She then got off the soft bed, turned around, picked up Feng Yu Qi from the bed, and left the bedroom.

  Mo Hanjin sat on the soft couch, stretching out his hand to touch his own thin lips, as if he had a temperature, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His elegant face added a few more colors, and he immediately got up, lifted his feet, and followed her footsteps. The two walked into the warm pavilion.

  There were medicinal herbs in the bathtub, Feng Ao Tian removed the dragon robe from Feng Yin Qi's body and put him into the bathtub. Then he sat cross-legged, with his palms striking Feng Yin Qi's chest.

  Mu Hanjin also sat with Feng Yutu's back, his palms condensed his internal force and struck his back.

  Lan Yunshu bid farewell to Mu Hanshao and the two parted ways. Mu Hanshao led a large group of people towards the border, while Lan Yunshu took a horse-drawn carriage and headed towards the capital city.

  The wound on his chest had not yet healed, and the wound was just healing. Because of the bumps of the carriage, he stretched out his hand to touch his chest, with a faint sweat on his forehead, and slightly closed his eyes. In his mind, however, the scene in the cave appeared, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and was startled into a cold sweat, how could he have such a dream?

  He lifted the curtain of the carriage, a gust of cool breeze came in, blowing away some of the hot air on his body. He took a deep breath and sat back in the carriage.

  Mo Han led his troops to speed up their advance, the 50,000 soldiers he brought with him had never undergone such intense training since leaving Lianghuai, so some of them could not bear it and some soldiers took advantage of the unpreparedness to secretly escape.

  Mu Han Yao looked at the restless soldiers in front of him, and thought of Feng Ao Tian's words. He had killed 40,000 and still had 10,000 to go. Was he supposed to keep killing all the way back to the border? But military law was above heaven, and if he showed mercy now, it would ultimately harm them.

  He steeled himself and killed all those who had deserted in panic, this time intimidating many of the soldiers.

  As the night deepened, Feng Ao Tian slowly retracted his powers and raised his eyes to see that Feng Yin Qi's complexion had gradually recovered some of its color, slightly relieving his anxiety.

  Mu Hanjin also withdrew his power and looked up at her, "The Emperor is considered saved."

  "Let him rest at the Wang Fu for a few days." Feng Ao Tian stepped forward, scooped Feng Yi Qi out of the bathtub, grabbed the long gown beside him and wrapped it around him.

  Mu Hanjin smiled slightly and nodded, "The retired emperor went to the Golden Hall today, all civil and military officials of the court unanimously asked the former emperor to take power again."

  "What's the big deal?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "The previous emperor has already passed away and become a deity. Even if he were to come back, he would be the retired emperor and wouldn't be able to regain power. If he wants to bring me down, we'll see if he has what it takes. Tomorrow I will attend the morning court, and I'd like to see who dares to be impudent in front of me."

  "Your Highness..." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "I'll accompany you for dinner."

  "Go back to Qinghui Pavilion." Feng Ao Tian smiled lightly, and immediately, the two of them sent Feng Xuan Qi back to the palace together, then went to Qinghui Pavilion.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Jin had just entered the Qing Hui Pavilion when they heard the sound of autumn leaves falling. She leaned against a stone wall on one side, and saw that above the icy pool, there was a person who seemed to have descended from the dust like an immortal, standing proudly, as if a fairy had come down to earth, making people dare not gaze at her directly. A purple robe fluttered in the wind, with long hair cascading down, a purple shirt like a flower, and a long sword as white as snow, describing an indescribable beauty, elegance, nobility, and refinement that transcended the mundane world.

  She slightly raised an eyebrow, looking at Mu Hanjin who was still wearing his official robes, "Wearing the same purple shirt, some people add a few points of brightness, while others add a few points of nobility."

  Leng Qianye heard the sound, immediately sheathed his sword, and turned around to land in front of Feng Ao Tian. He looked at her with interest as she stared at him, but his cold eyes flashed with a hint of indifference, and he didn't say a word.

  Feng Ao Tian saw him return to his usual indifferent demeanor, didn't mind it, and took Mu Han Jin's hand, the two walked into the bamboo forest.

  Quickly stepped forward, "Your humble servant pays respects to Your Highness."

  "Bring some wine and dishes." Feng Ao Tian's handsome face flashed a faint smile, "This time going to Lianghuai, the harvest is quite rich."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian with a good mood, not disturbed by the mysterious appearance of the former emperor, and warmly echoed, "Less than 30% of the officials in the two Huai regions were killed, and less than 50,000 of the 100,000 hidden troops were killed. All official salt was found, and the grain and grass for the border areas for a year were also solved."

  "Indeed, nothing can be hidden from you." Feng Ao Tian raised his cup and drained it in one gulp. Suddenly remembering Xing Wu Yun's arrival, a hint of wild and carefree smile played on the corner of his mouth, "What a pity, someone is not here."

  "Prince Wang now has me by his side, yet he still thinks of others?" Mu Hanjin's eyebrows and eyes fluttered, her thin lips curled up slightly as she raised her cup to share a drink with her.

  Feng Ao Tian chuckled in a low voice, "You're allowed to have a few people drink together, but you don't even let me mention it?"

  "He is now on his way back to Beijing." Mu Hanjin continued after receiving the news.

  "This king's mansion is not to be entered at will." Feng Ao Tian did not expect that the rogue who had always avoided her would now entangle himself with her, insisting on following her.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "If you want to know about Ye Mei Xi's recent situation, I..."

  "It's unnecessary." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, gazing at the distant stars, "Those who should return will eventually come back one day."

  Admiring the cold and distant horizon, gazing into the distance. Yes, those who should leave will eventually go far away.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qian Ye, "How about sharing a cup with me?"

  Leng Qianye looked at Feng Ao Tian, then raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp. Feng Ao Tian smiled slightly and followed suit, drinking boldly.

  "Feng Qiuyue, do you know why I had to imprison you in the palace and torment you day and night?" Feng Ao Tian gazed at Feng Qiuyue's face, finally bringing up this topic, as if she didn't speak, there would always be an unbreakable knot between them.

  Leng Qianye slightly froze, put down her cup, and slightly raised her eyes to look at her, "Your Highness, please speak."

  "Jealousy." Feng Ao Tian held up his cup and pointed at him, "Do you know how my imperial brother died?"

  "Former Emperor?" Cold Qianye looked at Feng Ao Tian and shook his head.

  "It was his beloved queen who killed him, and for the past two years, I have been searching for evidence of her treachery against my brother, but to no avail. Do you know what it's like to see your most loved one being harmed? Feng Ao Tian seemed to be recounting the pain of his previous life, "She fell into endless suffering and despair, unable to extricate herself. So, she was jealous of that woman, and even more hateful of her own incompetence. She asked herself repeatedly, why did that woman get to receive my brother's love, yet not cherish it well, but instead resort to such poisonous means? Therefore, she wanted to make that woman suffer, let her also taste the pain of not being able to have the one she loved, and see her beloved person in agony. Unfortunately, you, who were loved by that woman, became the object of my venting."

  Leng Qianye listened quietly, unable to hold back a cold laugh. Haha, so the hardships he had endured for two years were all because of this? He found it pitiful and raised his eyes to look at Feng Ao Tian, "You're a madman."

  "Hmm, you're right, I'm indeed a madman." Feng Ao Tian refilled his cup with wine and downed it in one gulp, "Have you ever been in love?"

  Senrei's cold eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. Had he ever loved? No, he had never loved before.

  "If you've never truly loved, you wouldn't know the pain of getting and not getting. You also wouldn't understand how maddening this torture is." Feng Ao Tian laughed loudly, "Leng Qian Ye, for these past two years, I owe you one. I can grant you a request."

  Mu Hanjin stood there, staring at the worry and pain between her eyebrows. He knew that she had buried her emotions too deeply and suppressed them for too long, which was why she would do such extreme things. He thought to himself, if it were him in her place, perhaps he would have done even crazier things.

  He raised his hands, put down the wine glass in Feng Ao Tian's hand, grasped her hand tightly, and looked at her, "Wang Ye, does it still hurt now?"

  Feng Ao Tian slightly stunned, hurt? She had never been hurt before, only because that person was not her. But if it wasn't for him, why would she have such a strong feeling? She couldn't help but ask herself, when she was Li Ying, did she ever love?

  She turned her gaze to Mu Hanjin, "With you by Grandfather's side, Grandfather won't be in pain."

  A hint of soft light flashed in Mu Hanjin's eyes, but it was instantly covered up by his heartache. How many more days could he still be with her? And on the days when he wasn't by her side, who would accompany her and suffer with her?

  Leng Qianye looked at Feng Ao Tian, he had thought of all sorts of reasons, but did not expect it to be such a ridiculous reason. He suddenly stood up and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "I beg the king to let me leave."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Go to Bian Guan, they need you there."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye had this intention all along. Perhaps there, he could find himself again and regain what he lost over the past two years.

  "Rong Qianye, I'll give you three years. If you can flatten the Qi State for me, I'll grant you a lifetime of freedom." Feng Ao Tian's eyes suddenly turned cold and he spoke in a chilly tone.

  Leng Qianye was taken aback, the meaning of her words was obvious, he hastily knelt on the ground, "Your subject obeys."

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and said, "How many days will it take for you to go to Bian Guan?"

  "When will your highness permit me to depart?" Leng Qianye calculated the date.

  "Let's leave tomorrow." Feng Ao Tian knew that some people couldn't be kept, and even if they were kept, they wouldn't be of any use. It was better to let them go, perhaps there would be another gain.

  Leng Qianye's hope, which had been silent for two years, was finally fulfilled at this moment. He could leave the capital, go to the border, and fulfill his father's last wish. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel excited.

  Feng Ao Tian could feel Leng Qian Ye's joy, she raised her cup, "Three years later, I'll be waiting for your triumphant return."

  "Yes." Leng Qianye raised his wine cup with a refreshing smile, for the first time, respectfully making a toast.

  Feng Ao Tian drained his cup in one gulp, then looked at Mu Han Jin, "I'll leave you all to chat for now, I'm tired, I'll head back to my chambers first."

  "Good." Mu Hanjin stood up and supported her, "I'll escort you back to your palace."

  "Is Father so useless?" Feng Ao Tian laughed loudly and left Qinghui Hall with a light tap of his toe.

  Mu Hanjin and Leng Qianye sat down again. He raised his cup, "Congratulations, Brother Leng, on regaining your freedom."

  "Yes, I can finally leave." Chilly Qiuyue let out a long sigh.

  Mu Hanjin also felt relaxed for the first time in years. "If Brother Leng goes to the border, he will definitely be very happy."

  "Hmm, you just said that Wang Ye gave your older brother 50,000 troops?" Cold Qianye thought of this and was truly excited.

  "Yes, however, considering the nature of the eldest brother and the laxity of the 50,000 troops, I'm afraid that even if they bring them back, it's uncertain how many will return." Mu Hanjin had apparently already anticipated this.

  "No matter how many, having some is better than having none." Chilly Qianye thought about being able to lead troops into battle and became extremely excited.

  Mu Hanjin looked at him, "Leng Gege, see you again in three years!"

  "Are you sure you don't need to tell the Regent about your situation?" Cold Qianye thought that three years was just a short period in his life, but for Mu Hanjin, it might be his last days.

  "No need." Mu Hanjin shook his head and said.

  "Alright, in three years' time, I must see you standing alive and well right in front of me." Leng Qianye raised her hand and patted Mu Hanjin's shoulder.

  "Good." Mu Hanjin smiled and said, the two of them looked at each other and laughed, then raised their cups to drink together.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to the palace, and from afar, she saw Feng Yin Qi lying quietly on the bed. She remembered that before leaving the capital, every time she returned to the palace, this little guy would happily pounce on her, but now, he was so quiet, lying there?

  She walked slowly forward, took off the outer cloak on her body, got onto the bed, and held him in her arms. He clearly knew that his mother had given him poison, and for the sake of ascending to the throne, he was still willing to drink the poison. What was he thinking at that time?

  Feng Ao Tian thought she was lonely, never knowing what family affection was. No one had ever cared about her like that before. When Ye Wei Xi walked away at night, his reluctance to part with her moved her heart. Le Feng sacrificed his own life for her, making her feel grateful. Mu Han Jin bravely stepped out of his shell for her, making her feel cherished. This little guy was willing to do so much for her. As she thought about it, she realized that she wasn't lonely in this world after all. There were people who cared about her and valued her, weren't there?

  Her heart was once cold, she could be reckless and bloodthirsty because she thought human nature was cold. In her world, the words "warm" were unknown to her, but now, she felt a hint of warmth.

  After three rounds of drinks, Leng Qianye looked at Mu Hanjin and said, "Go ahead, I'll get a good rest tonight too, we'll set off tomorrow."

  "Go see Old Lady before we leave." Mu Hanjin continued.

  "Good." Leng Qianye nodded and looked at him, "Although I don't understand what love is, but for the first time, I feel sorry for her."

  She doesn't need sympathy or pity; she just needs someone to love her well.

  Leng Qianye was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that Feng Ao Tian being able to get Mu Hanjin's love was so blissful. Perhaps, he shouldn't think of things as too pessimistic.

  Mo Hanjin turned around and left the Qinghui Pavilion, walking step by step forward, until his footsteps gradually accelerated, until he flew away. This impatience made him feel unbelievable. He landed outside the bedroom, stepped in, and saw her lying on the bed with Feng Yuqian, who was holding her. The anxiety of these days finally calmed down at this moment, and she returned to his side.

  Feng Ao Tian slowly raised her eyes, looking at the person walking towards her. At this moment, she urgently needed a hug to fill the loneliness in her heart. Perhaps he wasn't the one she loved, but he was someone she wanted to desperately hold onto, because she had never loved before and didn't know how to love.

  Mo Hanjin walked forward with slow steps, each step taken extremely seriously, as if a slight misstep would be a kind of blasphemy. Until he arrived in front of her, Feng Ao Tian looked at his official robes and said, "Go change your clothes."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes and only then did he see that he was still wearing a purple official robe.

  Phoenix proudly looked at him with a sideways glance, watching as he shed the heavy official robes from his body and put on a moon-shaped brocade robe, restoring his elegant and refined appearance. She narrowed her eyes slightly, smiling softly as she gazed at him.

  Mo Hanjin lightly waved her sleeve, and it was as elegant as jade. He slowly sat down beside her, Feng Ao Tian leaned into his arms, her fingers restlessly opening the waistband at his waist, slipping under his clothes, touching the smooth skin, but she could feel that he was too thin. She raised her eyes, kissing his eyebrows, his lips, and with a light tap of her hand, the restraints on his body were easily lifted, revealing his jade-like skin.

  He slightly raised his head, revealing a slender and fair neck. She was wandering recklessly on his body, until she had left her mark on every inch of his skin. She lifted her gaze, kissed the lips that were slightly parted, and with one flip of her body, pressed him down beneath her. Mu Hanjin unconsciously wrapped his arms around her waist, gently stroking it.

  Feng Ao Tian's hand left his skin, which was shining with a captivating glow. His ten fingers were tightly clasped, deepening the kiss. For now, she couldn't reveal her true identity to him. When the time was ripe, she would tell him her secret. But for now, she could only do this.

  Mu Hanjin let her lead him into a boundless sea of flowers, just like the last time she took him to that mountain valley, where white lilies bloomed everywhere, filling the air with elegant fragrance.

  The lingering kiss finally ended when the two were about to suffocate, Mu Hanjin's eyes dazedly gazed at her face flushed with emotion, he couldn't help but flip over and pin her down, lowering his head, once again imprinting that lovable tender lip.

  Feng Ao Tian narrowed his phoenix eyes, looking at the man in front of him, stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his waist, then flipped over again, raised his eyes and looked at him, "Now even more bold."

  "Your Highness, this is my true nature," Mu Hanjin said with a low gasp.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against his chest again, her fingers hooked on his black hair in front of his chest, "Tell me, why did you spit blood?"

  Mo Hanjin's thoughts stirred, and he turned his gaze towards her, "I've missed you."

  "Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, 'I didn't know you could say such romantic words too.'"

  "Also thanks to Father's good teachings."

  Feng Ao Tian chuckled and said, "You're not with Leng Qian Ye today?"

  "These past few days, I've been accompanying him, saying all that needed to be said, and bidding farewell to all that needed to be bid farewell." Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand, embracing Feng Ao Tian in his arms, lowering his head, and kissing her forehead. "Your Highness, every day, can you accompany me like this?"

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, looked at him, and nodded with a smile.

  Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes flashed with a hint of sadness, such days were already rare.

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out her hand to take the pulse, but everything was normal. She couldn't help but wonder why he had vomited blood? It had already happened three times, would it happen again in the future?

  Mo Hanjin's eyes fluttered closed, and for the first time in a long while, he felt truly at peace. Feng Ao Tian raised his eyelids, reached out with his hand, and gently traced the contours of Mo Hanjin's face. A faint smile played on his lips as he leaned into Mo Hanjin's chest, wondering where Mei Xian was now.

  Wu Yue Country, due to its vast land and sparse population, has a very open folk custom. This place belongs to the far northwest, Ye Xuan rode along the shortcut, whipping his horse, and finally arrived at the capital before dawn.

  "Your Highness, we've arrived." The elegant-looking woman beside him was named Chun Xia. Along with Xiang Han, the maid who had accompanied Ye Hua into the Regent's palace last time, she was one of Ye Hua's personal palace maids and a confidante since childhood.

  "Looking at the capital in front of her, Ye Xuan's heart was filled with endless worries. She raised her eyes to gaze at the clear and cold moonlight, which only made her feel more desolate. 'Sir, it's only been two days since I left you, but I already miss you so much. How am I supposed to spend these long and lonely nights from now on?'"

  "Enter the palace." Ye Mei Xuan let out a soft sigh, her beautiful and enchanting face returned to its usual calm demeanor, her eyes gleaming with an icy chill. She rode her horse into the capital city, then proceeded to the entrance of the imperial palace.

  He dismounted and turned over, the Imperial Guards saw the comer, hastily opened the palace gate, and knelt down on the ground in unison, "See the Fifth Prince."

  Night demon slowly led the horse into this cage, he took a deep breath, looking at the majestic palace in front of him, he must become the master of this imperial palace, because this is the only thing he can do for her, and it's his last hope.

  The palace maids who came and went looked at Ye Hua with surprise, rather than delight, as if the Ye Hua in front of them was like a demon.

  Ye Mei Xuan ignored the palace maid in front of him, instead walking forward with slow and steady steps. His eyes didn't stray, and his dark red brocade robe set off his handsome face even more. Chu Xia and Xiang Han followed behind him, along with You Rong Yan. Their master had finally returned, back from the dead. This time, he would surely wash away all distractions and fight to the death.

  Ye Yan's heart harbored a thread of fear, towards the empress who had personally sent him to his death, someone he once revered most. Now, however, he held deep resentment towards her. He couldn't help but recall past events, and his heart still ached inexplicably.

  A eunuch rushed over from a distance and saw Ye Hua, then knelt down on the ground, "Your Highness, the fifth prince, Princess Chen has invited you to go."

  "Mm." Ye Mei responded in a low voice and then took a step forward, walking ahead.

  He raised his eyes and looked at the familiar palace gate, took a step into the palace hall, and saw a stunningly beautiful woman with a hint of a smile in her eyes looking at him.

  Ye Mei Xi stepped forward and stood in the center of the grand hall, bowing her body and saying, "Your child greets you, Mother Empress!"

  Inside the grand hall, only the mother and son were left. The stunning woman smiled slightly, "Kneel down and take off your clothes."

  Digression

  Wah wah wah...... dear dad...... second update...... roar roar......