"Grandpa" is too violent 082 beauty sickness

  Xing Wuyun immediately fell to the ground, looking at the bloodstain on the ground, then looked up at him and hastily waved his hand, saying, "I haven't even hit you yet, how did you start bleeding?"

  Feng's eyes dimmed slightly, and his heart ached again. He raised his gaze to look at the slender figure in front of him, got out of bed, walked slowly towards him, lifted his wrist, felt his pulse, furrowed his brow, "You're hiding something from me?"

  Mu Hanjin covered his chest, turned his gaze to her, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "It's nothing serious, just that my martial arts skills have just recovered, and I couldn't withstand it for a moment, which led to this."

  Feng's eyes gleamed with an even colder light, staring at him for a while before reaching out to pull him into his arms and sitting down on the soft couch. "Like this, you're not taking good care of yourself, what are you doing running around?"

  Mo Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Don't you put your clothes on yet?"

  Xing Wuyun's mouth slightly curled up, "How did it become mine?"

  "It was yours from the start." Feng Ao Tian said coldly, staring fiercely at Xing Wu Yun.

  Xing Wuyun walked reluctantly towards the screen, and indeed, a clean yellow brocade robe was placed there. The corner of his mouth involuntarily rose slightly as he changed into it. He turned around and walked to the side of the soft couch, looking at the two people in front of him, shaking his head and saying, "Tsk, tsk, look, you're all still very weak."

  Mo Hanjin saw him dressed in his clothes, elegant and refined, with a hint of subtle darkness flashing in his warm eyes, then turned to look at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, I'll take care of myself."

  Feng Ao Tian has not recovered yet, knowing that he can't help with anything, nodded and got up, returning to his bed.

  Xing Wuyun immediately got up and followed her to the bedside, looking at her although she was pale with illness and fatigue, but that innate cold and overbearing aura had not diminished in the slightest, still dignified and noble.

  He raised an eyebrow, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, and then looked at Feng Yuqi who was quietly lying on the inner side of the bed, "Your Highness, since you're fine, what about the Emperor?"

  "Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at Feng Yin Qi, and then looked away, hiding the gloom in his eyes. He turned to Xing Wu Yun, 'Do you know the solution to the Thousand Year Scatter?'"

  "I don't know." Xing Wuyun was taken aback at first, then shook his head and said, "This thousand-year-old scattered transmission has been lost for many years. At the beginning, no one could decipher it, and now it's even more... difficult to crack."

  "Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, 'I will certainly find a way to resolve this.'"

  Xing Wuyun had his hands clasped behind his back, leaning against the edge of the bed, staring at Feng Ao Tian. He thought that he was only two days late in returning, but did not expect that such a big event would occur in the capital. He then asked in a low voice, "Prince, is the Taishang Huang in the palace real?"

  Feng Ao Tian turned her gaze, looking at Xing Wu Yun, a hint of a sly and charming smile playing on the corner of her lips. Although her complexion was pale, it couldn't conceal her unique temperament. "Tomorrow, when you enter the palace, you will understand."

  "Why must I enter the palace?" Xing Wuyun was taken aback, looking at Feng Ao Tian, whose eyes were filled with calculation.

  "The king has already appointed you as the commander of the Imperial Guard, since you have arrived, you will take office tomorrow." Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback, staring at her with a dumbfounded expression. After a while, he finally reacted, "Your Highness, didn't you promise me that I wouldn't have to enter the imperial court or become an official?"

  "Yes, you didn't enter the court, but rather entered the palace. I, the king, have not gone back on my word." Feng Ao Tian said with a matter-of-fact tone.

  Xing Wuyun's face suddenly fell, staring at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, what is the difference between entering the court and entering the palace?"

  "Of course, there is a difference. Entering the imperial court is a matter of the imperial court, but now you are entering the palace, responsible for the safety of the palace, which has nothing to do with the imperial court." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, and his phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, "Choose one: either die or enter the palace."

  Xing Wuyun's stunningly beautiful face was tinged with a layer of grievance, gazing at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, why must you do this? You clearly know that I'm lazy and used to being idle, so why must you give me this difficult task?"

  "Who swore to stay by my side? Who said they would let Wei Zimo come and pay respects to me?" Feng Ao Tian glanced at Mu Han Jin, who was still diligently treating his injuries, and carelessly turned his gaze towards Xing Wu Yun.

  Xing Wuyun was suddenly speechless, "The subject said he wanted to follow you, but the palace doesn't have a king, what's the point of going? Is it to see those resentful women in the palace? Or is it to let the subject take risks and assassinate the Emperor?"

  "What you said is a good idea, go and assassinate him." Feng Ao Tian said along with Xing Wu Yun's words.

  Xing Wuyun's face was gloomy as he stared at her, his voice low and respectful. "Yes, I obey! Can't I just go? It's not like being a gatekeeper is anything more than just standing there."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, with an air of going to the execution ground, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I have hidden a jar of shattered snow lotus in the Imperial Garden, just right for you to go and find."

  "Really?" Just now he was still in a dying state, but now, suddenly radiant and resplendent, with sparkling lights shining brightly in his eyes.

  Feng Ao Tian nodded, "Mm, as for whether or not you can find it, that depends on your skills."

  Xing Wuyun's eyebrows and eyes were filled with a joyful smile, and he immediately looked at her, "Since that's the case, I'll return to my residence to prepare. Tomorrow, I'll take office."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Mm, go then. It's a good opportunity to see your father. I heard that after fainting in the imperial court yesterday, he still hasn't woken up yet."

  Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian and naturally knew that something interesting must have happened in the imperial court yesterday. "Your Highness, did you take care of my father?"

  "Considering his contributions over the years, let him retire and return to his hometown, and spend his remaining years in peace." Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  "Yes, the prince is right, my father should take a good rest." Xing Wuyun showed no surprise at all, but instead, her red lips slightly raised, and she laughed lightly and carelessly. Then, she turned around, took a glance at Mu Hanjin, and stepped out of the bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at Xing Wu Yun's figure, seemingly lost in thought.

  After Mu Hanjin adjusted his breath and circulated his internal energy, his complexion improved a lot. He slowly withdrew his energy, opened his eyes, and saw Feng Ao Tian staring at him. He walked down from the soft couch and stood in front of her, "Your Highness, why are you looking at me like that?"

  "Why did you vomit blood?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes gleamed with coldness as he stared at him unblinkingly.

  Mo Hanjin immediately sat down on the bed and wrapped her in his arms, lifting her right hand to place it over his heart. "Can you feel the beating?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian leaned into his arms, with the palm of his hand stroking the area above his heart, and could clearly hear the beating sound.

  "After my martial arts were sealed, I would cough up blood every three days for a year. Now that the seal is lifted, this illness still remains, but don't worry about it." Mu Hanjin's voice was extremely soft and gentle, like the sound of flowing water, very pleasant to hear.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and gazed at his warm eyes, "Really?"

  "It will be fine after a year." Mu Hanjin nodded, "It's just a small matter."

  Phoenix proudly stretched out his hand, encircling her waist, and a faint scent of sweet spring water emanated from him, as if it could purify the turmoil within her. She took a deep breath, "Do you know what I meant by taking you to the valley last time?"

  "At that time I didn't know, now I do." Mu Hanjin smiled gently, his handsome face like jade, with a layer of splendor on it. He stretched out his hand and stroked her black hair.

  "What?" Feng Ao Tian asked softly.

  "Your shadow... your shadow." Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes, gazing at her pair of eyes, "The king wants me to stay by your side forever, inseparable."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian hooked his lips into a shallow smile, "Are you willing to be Master's Shadow?"

  "I'm willing." Mu Hanjin responded in a warm voice, and even if he turned into a wisp of green smoke, he would follow you.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile, and in this moment, she suddenly felt that having someone like him by her side for the rest of her life would be truly wonderful.

  Inside the palace, Feng Ao Yun walked into the bedroom with a gloomy face, Xing Zhiyan and Guo Hui closely followed behind him, not daring to make a sound.

  Feng Ao Yun waved his hand, shattering the beaded curtain in front of him. He strode inside, sat down, raised his eyes and gazed forward, letting out a cold laugh before saying in a deep voice, "Good, very good."

  Xing Zhiyan and Guo Hui stood aside, Feng Ao Yun's body emitted a cold aura that made her tremble with fear. A hint of gloom flashed in her eyes, today's events were bittersweet for them.

  Feng Ao Yun turned his gaze, fiercely staring at Xing Zhiyan, "How could you not remind me that the Regent's Palace has such a rule?"

  Xing Zhiyan raised her eyes and looked at her, somewhat timidly. "Your Majesty, I thought she would be an exception to you."

  "An exception?" Feng Ao's eyes flashed with a cold light, "What an exception! Today, the humiliation I suffered will be repaid double-fold to her in the future."

  "Your Majesty, is she really unconscious?" Xing Ziyuan asked cautiously from the side.

  "Didn't you say you were attacked by an assassin last night?" Feng Ao Yun's mouth curved into a cold smile, "If you're still unconscious, then if you encounter another assassination attempt tonight, won't that be the end of your life?"

  "Does the master mean to send someone to probe tonight?" Xing Ziyuan's almond eyes flickered, and she asked in a low voice.

  "Tonight, send someone to make a move, I want to see if she's really unconscious or trying to probe me." Feng Ao Yun's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an evil smile.

  Xing Zhiyan bowed her head and replied, "Yes."

  "How is the riot in the southwest going?" Feng Ao Yun asked in a low voice.

  "Now, unrest has already appeared in three cities, with rebellions breaking out under the banner of the regent's tyranny. Already, 20,000 rebel troops have gathered. If things continue like this, within a month, adding to those inside the palace, the entire southwest will erupt into chaos. At that time, all the people and horses across the nation will be mobilized, and thus the entire Feng Nation will fall into great turmoil." Xing Yanyan said from the side.

  "Ah, everything is going according to plan, and it must be done with great fanfare. In this way, within three months, the entire Feng Guo will surely collapse." Feng Ao Yun seemed to have thought of the scene after March, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. What he wanted was to trample Feng Guo under his own feet and watch it perish with his own eyes.

  Xing Zhiyan looked at Feng Ao Yun beside her, wondering why he would hate the Phoenix Kingdom so much that he vowed to overthrow it. But now, she was just a slave under his control. She couldn't help but think of the happy times in her childhood, when she and others were carefree. Now, everything had changed, and people were no longer the same.

  This road was ultimately her own choice. Wasn't it because her ambition was too big, harboring evil intentions, and inviting wolves into her home? Now, why is she being controlled by others?

  It has come to this, who can she blame? Everything is just her own doing, if the Feng country is destroyed, then where should she go?

  The Regent's Palace, Feng Ao Tian also received the news, listening to the soul's report, a faint smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth. "In less than ten days in the southwest, two million rebel troops have already gathered, this speed is too fast."

  "Now, the people are struggling to survive, and the southwest is in a remote area. For two consecutive years, there has been no harvest, and the people have not had enough food to eat, which is why it's like this." Mu Hanjin also received the news and looked at Feng Ao Tian, although she knew what he had done over the past two years, but still spoke bluntly.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Past things, what need to mention again, the urgent task is to calm down the unrest in the southwest."

  "Now, Cold Brother has not yet arrived at the border town. The troops he brought with him left from the two Huai regions and have only been walking for two days. At most, it will take three more days to reach the border town. From there, heading southwest will also require half a month's time. If things continue to develop in this chaotic manner, within a month, the entire southwest will erupt into great turmoil. By then, even if Brother were to go, he would be unable to stop it." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian with worry and concern.

  "Who is this rebel?" Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  The rebels were local people, and the reason for their rebellion was that the local magistrate was a corrupt official who arbitrarily increased taxes. In the past two years, he had extorted a lot of money and goods, which had already caused public discontent among the people. It is said that the corrupt official, under the pretext of finding beauties for the king, forcibly conscripted young men from the local area. Those who were slightly less beautiful were taken away to be laborers, those who were average-looking were sent to brothels in various places, and those who were exceptionally beautiful were, in the name of the regent king, ostensibly sent to the capital but actually sold to various countries. Not only that, he colluded with local bandits, burning, killing, looting, and doing all sorts of evil. This rebellion was also caused by a conflict between officials and civilians, which finally triggered public outrage and led to the uprising. Mu Hanjin had just received the news and slowly handed the letter to Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian listened, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness, "Why did you raise the banner of the Regent King's tyranny?"

  "At first, they were just dissatisfied with the local corrupt officials and rebelled, smashing the county government office and even beating that corrupt official to death. Later, for some reason, they started waving this flag." Mu Hanjin thought about it and also found it strange.

  "There must be someone secretly manipulating things." Feng Ao Tian's mouth curled slightly, emitting a cold laugh, and turned to look at Mu Han Jin, "At this moment, are there any other troops in the southwest?"

  "The land of Xīnán is originally barren, and the military strength of Fèng Guó is limited. It is mainly used to counter Jī Guó, and the rest are left to guard, with not much military power." Mù Hánjǐn looked at Fèng àotiān and replied truthfully.

  "Alright, very well, no soldiers to use, no one to use, then I'll just wait here for the entire Feng Guo to rise up in chaos, and when Qi Guo takes advantage of the situation and invades, Feng Guo will directly perish." Feng Ao Tian laughed loudly, "It seems that someone wants me to perish together with Feng Guo."

  "Your Highness, do you know who is behind this matter?" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian and asked in a low voice.

  "It's just a guess." Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, "Is what you're guessing in your heart different from mine?"

  Mu Hanjin's voice was warm and gentle as he smiled shallowly, "Now, how should we quell the southwestern uprising?"

  "Why calm down?" Feng Ao Tian's mouth curved into a sly smile as he looked at Mu Han Jin.

  "What does Wang Ye mean..." Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, as if she understood the meaning behind her words.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and said, "Placing oneself in a dead end to be reborn, I'll follow his will, only then can heroes emerge in a chaotic world."

  Mo Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "But in that case, Your Highness, you will probably have to..."

  "It doesn't matter, it's just being scolded as a tyrannical ruler." Feng Ao Tian chuckled and said, "I'm originally lawless, what does it have to do with others' opinions?"

  Mu Hanjin looked at her helplessly, his eyes filled with warmth, "Your Highness, if we really lose in the end, what will you do?"

  "Don't forget what I said, where I go, you'll go too, even if it's to the depths of hell, you have to follow me." Feng Ao Tian stretched out his hand, pointing at Mu Han Jin's upturned nose tip, leaned forward and kissed his lips.

  Mu Han Jin closed his eyes, meeting her lips, and wrapped his arms around her, savoring the moment. No matter what, he would be with her for three more months, and that was all the time he needed.

  The clouds are light and the sky is pale, the moon is shallow and the wind is gentle. Feng Ao lies on his side on the soft couch, with Mu Hanjin having finished their late dinner, the two of them began to flip through the memorials. Inside the inner hall, there was no excessive noise, the two occasionally exchanged glances and smiled, occasionally discussing state affairs, or each lowered their heads, looking at the memorials.

  "Xinan Chen has already sent someone to make arrangements." Mu Hanjin put down the memorial in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at her, smiling lightly.

  "Hmm, let them make their move, don't arouse suspicion." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin nodded, "There are 200,000 troops in the capital, with 100,000 under the king's command and another 100,000 under Yi Yang's command."

  "Yi Yang?" Feng Ao Tian thought of this person, "Is his son now with Grandfather?"

  "It is indeed." Mu Hanjin nodded and said, "However, his life won't last much longer."

  "Why?" Feng Ao Tian thought of this person, she had only seen him twice, at that time, just looking at his temperament, thinking it was interesting, so he brought him into the Wang Fu.

  "He has been weak and sickly since childhood, after being brought into the palace by Your Highness, he became depressed and ill. Now, his illness has reached a critical stage." Mu Hanjin had also gone to visit him before, but that was two months ago, now, it's unknown how he is doing.

  "What's his name?" Feng Ao Tian really couldn't remember his name.

  "Yi Mu" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "He has been bedridden since he returned from the prince's place last time."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Are you blaming me?"

  "I dare not." Mu Hanjin could never forget the suffering of those two years, and even now, whenever she thought about it, her heart still had lingering fears. However, looking at herself today, she couldn't muster up any hatred.

  Feng Ao's face sank slightly, he stretched out his hand and stroked his face, "Bring him here."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin replied, and then got up and left.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at his departing figure, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth. Yi Mu? A sickly beauty, one who seems to be a person with too much on their mind.

  Mu Hanjin has now shed his official robes and put on the moon-white brocade robe he used to love, his slender figure, jade-like elegant face, exuding a clear and elegant temperament.

  Yi Mu's residence was located in a relatively remote courtyard, he tiptoed lightly and flew away, in less than a moment, he landed in front of a secluded pavilion, the courtyard looked very quiet, the plum blossoms inside had withered, the moon hung on the west building, it was very cold and clear.

  He walked in slowly, and the slave guarding the door also came forward to greet him, saying, "The slave pays his respects to Concubine Mu."

  "Where is your master?" Mu Hanjin asked lightly.

  "The master has not been feeling well for the past few days, and just took some medicine before falling asleep." The servant beside him hesitated, responding with a mixture of emotions. He thought that Mei Xiang Ge had not been visited in a long time, and did not expect someone to still be thinking about it today. Although this Wang Fu was heavily guarded, it was also an impenetrable wall. At present, the most favored person in the palace is Mu Shi Fei.

  Mu Hanjin stepped inside, and as she approached the pavilion, she saw that the window was half-closed. On the bed, the gauze curtains were blowing in the wind. The man's slightly pale face was very clear, but his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he had a thousand worries. His body was shrouded in a mist of sorrow that couldn't be dispelled, making people feel pity just by looking at him.

  Suddenly, Mu Hanjin thought of a poem that went like this: "Half-rolled Xiang screen, half-covered door, grinding ice into earth and jade into a basin. Stolen pear blossoms three points white, borrowed plum blossoms one wisp of soul. Moon cave fairy sews silently, autumn chamber lamenting girl wipes away tears. Shy and quiet, who to tell, leaning against the west wind, night already dark." It roughly described his appearance.

  He let out a soft sigh, not wanting to disturb his tranquility, but having no choice, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, walking quietly to the bedside, calling out in a gentle voice, "Yi Mu?"

  The person lying on the bed, listening to Mu Hanjin's voice, slowly opened his eyes, saw the visitor, and forced a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. "How did you manage to get into my courtyard today?"

  "I am here on behalf of the king." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Muhua's gloomy face and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

  "How did the king suddenly remember me, a sick person?" Yi Mu listened to Mu Hanjin's words, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly stunned, revealing a hint of bitterness and hidden sarcasm.

  Mo Hanjin reached out and helped him up from the bed, a servant on the side handed over his clothes and helped Yi Mu put them on. He wore a pale pink robe with plum blossoms printed at the hem, still standing tall with no hint of cowardice. After washing and dressing, he turned around, his thin lips pursed slightly, "Let's go."

  He didn't have a single complaint, nor a single joy, as if he was just a wisp of clear soul in this world, and would disappear at any moment. Mu Hanjin looked at him with an inexplicable sorrow.

  "What's wrong with your body?" Mu Hanjin reached out, feeling his pulse, and found that it was extremely weak, as if the oil in a lamp had been exhausted. He couldn't help but look at him, speaking in a low voice.

  "It's better to leave this dusty world early, rather than staying in a place where one can't let go." Yi Mu's voice was extremely soft, like a wisp of green smoke drifting by.

  Mu Hanjin grasped his wrist and walked out of the house, her toes lightly tapping as she flew with him towards the bedroom. Yi Mu apparently hadn't expected Mu Hanjin to have martial arts skills, but he didn't ask much either, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

  In the blink of an eye, the two fell into the bedroom, and Mr. Feng looked at Yi Mu in front of him with a puzzled expression. Yi Mu stood outside the bedroom, not daring to glance sideways, and then began to take off his clothes.

  Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and stopped him, "Go in, no need."

  Yi Mu slightly hesitated, but didn't ask for an explanation, and followed Mu Hanjin into the bedroom.

  The two entered the bedroom and walked in, at this time, Feng Ao Tian was lying lazily on the soft couch, his complexion had not yet recovered, and he also looked pale, from a distance, his handsome face also showed a few more sickly colors.

  She raised her eyes and looked at the two people approaching slowly, especially when she saw the man behind Mu Hanjin. Suddenly, she remembered the description of Lin Daiyu in Dream of the Red Chamber: "Two curved eyebrows like crescent moons, a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not quite. Her beauty was tinged with melancholy, her body delicate and frail. Tears glistened in her eyes, her breathing soft and weak. When she was still, she was like a lotus flower reflected in the water; when she moved, she was like a willow tree swaying in the wind. Her heart was more sensitive than others, her illness more severe than Xi Shi's."

  She couldn't help but sigh, it's really a case of "heart higher than the sky, fate thinner than paper".

  Mu Hanjin walked up slowly and stood beside Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness..."

  "Ah, sit down." Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  Mo Hanjin immediately sat down with him, continuing to read the memorial, turned his eyes and looked at Yi Muli standing three steps away from Feng Ao Tian, bowed his head and said, "Your subject pays respects to Your Highness."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with an unyielding air, but only called out softly, then started coughing.

  "Come before grandfather." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice.

  Yi Mu still lowered her head and walked forward slowly, taking exactly three steps without any deviation.

  Feng Ao Tian lifted up his uninjured hand and poured a cup of clear tea, "Sit down."

  Yi Mu slightly hesitated, took over the teacup, and looked at the soft couch in front of him. There was no chair beside it, so where should he sit?

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with such an appearance, couldn't help but lightly laugh and then stretched out her hand, gently pulled him, and he fell into her arms.

  Mu Hanjin looked at the scene in front of him, a hint of clarity flashing across his face, and then he picked up his brush again to continue reviewing the memorials.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and grasped his wrist, "Born with insufficiency, coupled with excessive mental labor, now it is a sign of serious illness."

  Yi Mu's body stiffened for a moment, then he looked up and gazed at her, "I have been this way since I was a child."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "However, it can still be recuperated from."

  Yi Mu was taken aback again, a faint smile playing on the corner of his mouth. Even if he could live a little longer, what's the point? He would still be trapped in this dark and dismal iron cage. It might as well end sooner rather than later.

  Feng Ao Tian hooked up his chin, forcing him to look at himself, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened, "Death is so easy, if you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish."

  Yi Mu gazed at her cold eyes and his heart skipped a beat, "Your subject dares not."

  Feng Ao Tian burst out laughing again, "Don't dare let me take action, or don't dare die?"

  "I don't dare let Grandfather take action." Yi Mu's eyes were clear and bright, but his slightly furrowed eyebrows made one feel a pang of sympathy.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, "If I give you a month's time to recover your body, I'll let you go. What do you say?"

  Yi Mu's eyes flashed with a hint of hope, and she looked up at her, seeing that she was not joking. "I will do my best."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian said with a shallow smile, then picked up the red pen and wrote down the prescription, handing it over to his hand.

  Yi Mu looked at the paper in his hand and was suddenly stunned. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, no medicine?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then looked at Mu Han Jin, "You also take a look, let him go to your place for reporting every day."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin put down the red pen and took the prescription from Yi Wu's hand, immediately understanding it. He smiled lightly and said, "This prescription is very good."

  Feng Ao Tian sidled a glance at him and said, "Han Jin, send him back."

  "Yes." Mu Hanjin smiled lightly and said, looking at Yi Mu, "Let's go."

  Yi Mu apparently did not expect to leave so easily, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian who was already intently watching the letter, without paying attention to him. When he looked at Mu Han Jin again, there were a few more puzzled looks in his eyes compared to before.

  Mu Hanjin stood up and followed Yi Mu out of the bedroom. He didn't use his lightness skill, but instead walked slowly back with him.

  "She's changed." Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin, whose mouth was curved into a faint smile, unlike his usual melancholy. "You've also changed."

  "You should change too." Mu Hanjin looked at Yi Mu, "I know your talent very well."

  "What's the big deal? It's just that I'm too proud. " Yi Mu sneered, "This body of mine is now just existing one day at a time."

  "The prescription given to you by the prince might be useful, if after a month your body has recovered somewhat, then you can return home, wouldn't that be better?" Mu Hanjin consoled.

  "If only I could go back, that would be great. It's been two years since I've seen my parents, and I don't know how they're doing now." Yi Mu raised his eyes, gazing at the clear moonlight, and sighed softly.

  "Then take good care of yourself." Mu Hanjin said in a warm voice, "You must participate in the imperial examination one month later."

  "Imperial examination?" Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Can I?"

  "What can't you do?" Mu Hanjin stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "You, this sick beauty, I actually hope you can make a big show."

  Yi Mu seemed to have a glimmer of hope in his heart and smiled lightly, "If that's the case, then I should take good care of my body."

  "It's good if you think so." Mu Hanjin's eyes flashed with a hint of relief.

  After seeing off Mu Hanjin and sending Yi Mu back, she turned around and flew back to her bedroom.

  "Father doesn't know that this mansion is full of talented people." Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Jin, "Each and every one of them are exceptional, a true master among masters."

  Mu Hanjin smiled shallowly and said, "Isn't it so, can the prince take a liking to you?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, "His talent is comparable to that of Lan Yun's book, they are evenly matched."

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin nodded, "In those days, the two of them were known as the most talented and exceptional individuals, who would have thought that they both ended up being brought into the Wang estate by the prince?"

  "It seems that Grandfather's vision is quite good." Feng Ao Tian said with a hint of pride, "What a pity, having such a frail body, a sickly weakling."

  "I hope it will be better afterwards." Mu Hanjin couldn't help but feel sad when he thought of the scene when he went to see him just now, and wondered if he would become like that in the future.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "The 100,000 troops in Yi Yang's hands, where are they now?"

  "They will be stationed at Fengshan's large camp." Mu Hanjin continued.

  "Yi Yang's eldest son, where is he now?" Feng Ao Tian asked immediately.

  "Three years ago, he died in battle." Mu Hanjin thought of the scene at that time and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Now, General Yi only has this one son."

  The phoenix proudly looks down, no longer speaking; now, saying anything is superfluous. All she can do is make amends.

  Mu Hanjin reached out and grasped her hand, "Wang Ye..."

  "There is an assassin, protect the prince." Feng Gonggong's voice broke the silence in the bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a cold glint as he looked at Mu Han Jin, "It seems that he wants to test whether this king is really unconscious."

  "Yes, Your Highness. I'll go take a look." Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes also flashed with a hint of coldness as he got up from the soft couch and walked out of the bedroom.

  In an instant, the sound of weapons clashing loudly was heard. Feng Ao Tian immediately got off the soft couch and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes tightly.

  Before long, someone was seen forcing their way into the palace, only to be killed in an instant. Outside, there were flashes of swords and knives, but inside the palace, all was calm and peaceful.

  Mu Hanjin stood with his hands behind his back in front of the bedroom door, coldly staring at the assassin before him. In a deep voice, he commanded, "The king is still not awake, listen to my orders, whoever dares to rush into the bedroom will be killed without pardon."

  "Yes." The guard at the entrance of the bedroom responded, and Mu Hanjin stepped into the bedroom.

  He looked at Feng Ao Tian, who was lying calmly on the bed, and then saw a black shadow flashing outside the window. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he walked forward to the bedside, covering her with a quilt, sitting beside her, staring intently.

  The black figure immediately flew away, and in less than a moment, all the assassins outside the palace were killed.

  Feng Ao Tian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Even if this person goes to report, he may not believe it."

  Mo Hanjin reached out and carefully helped her up, "Even if you don't fully believe it, you'll still have doubts."

  "Grandfather liked him half-believing and half-doubting." Feng Ao Tian smiled lightly, then got up from the bed, turned his eyes to look at Feng Yun Qi's face, "Is the ginseng bath ready?"

  "It's all ready." Mu Hanjin said in a warm voice.

  "Alright, come on in." Feng Ao Tian reached out and picked up Feng Yu Qi from the bed, "This little guy is really good at causing trouble."

  Mr. Feng ordered someone to bring in the bath water and then retreated.

  Feng Ao Tian removed the clothes from Feng Yi Qi's body and put him into the bathtub, Mu Han Jin picked up a towel, "Your Highness, let me do it."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian nodded and immediately stood aside watching.

  In the palace, the black shadow had already fallen into the Empress Dowager's bedroom, and hastily entered to report.

  "How was it?" Feng Ao Yun asked in a low voice.

  "Your Majesty, the subordinate has not entered the bedroom, however, the subordinate saw from outside the window that the Regent is lying on the bed, seemingly unconscious." The dark shadow replied in a low voice.

  "Go ahead." Feng Ao's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "She's playing tricks on me."

  "Your Majesty, didn't the Regent Prince fall into a coma?" Xing Zhiyan asked in a low voice from the side.

  "Yes." Feng Ao Yun's face sank slightly, "Since that's the case, I'll wait for her to wake up. For the next few days, you go attend the morning court and listen to politics behind the curtain."

  "Yes." Xing Zhiyan bowed his head in response.

  Wu Yue Country, Ye Mei Xi was restless all day, as if sensing that something had happened. Indeed, as the sky darkened, news arrived.

  The old eunuch in front of him was Hai Gonggong, the chief eunuch who served the Emperor. He looked at Ye Hua and said with his head bowed, "Your Highness, the Emperor has summoned you to the Imperial Garden."

  "Alright, I'll go then." Ye Ya answered with a gentle smile, for him, what he could do now was not to arouse suspicion from others, especially the Crown Prince Ye Ziran.

  "All right, I'll go and report to His Majesty at once." Eunuch Hai said in a loud voice, then backed out.

  Yè Mèi Xī looked at Xiāng Hán and said, "Go get the red silk."

  "Your Highness, what do you want to do with the red thread?" Xiang Han asked from beside him.

  "How could the Emperor, who had long forgotten me, his abandoned son, suddenly think of me? It must be because my mother, the Empress, told him that I inherited her legendary skills and asked me to perform." Ye Xuan had suffered greatly since childhood.

  His mother was the emperor's most favored concubine, and by rights, he should have been equally loved. However, from a young age, he received cold treatment because his mother was jealous of anyone who looked better than her, regardless of whether they were male or female. He had inherited her stunning looks, so she told the emperor that he had an inauspicious aura since childhood and couldn't be close to him. That's why he ended up like this today.

  He couldn't help but find it laughable - what kind of mother in this world would be jealous of her own child's beauty?

  However, the fact is that his mother gave birth to two more children, one of whom was him and the other a younger sister named Xi Yue. Xi Yue was even more beautiful than he was, born with an extraordinary fragrance, and by the age of 13, she had already become the number one beauty in the country of Wu Yue. The queen dowager was jealous of her looks and tried every means to kill her, but he managed to resolve the situation time and again. However, in the end, Xi Yue still did not escape a tragic fate. He watched helplessly as his own sister was defiled to death, unable to do anything to save her. He could clearly remember the look in Xi Yue's eyes when she died, filled with resentment and pain. It wasn't until that moment that he realized how terrifying his mother was, and yet Xi Yue was her own flesh and blood.

  As he thought of this, his hand tightened again. At the beginning of summer, Hong Zhuo brought red silk with Xiang Han and followed Ye Yan to step out of the bedroom, slowly walking towards the Imperial Flower Garden.

  Inside the garden, one could hear the sound of music and dance from afar, mixed with the enchanting low hums of women.

  The Emperor of Wu Yue State indulges in beauty all day long, never attends the morning court, and sings and dances every night, drunk to death.

  Ye Yan was locked in a dark room by his mother, the queen, when he was very young. Whenever she was unhappy, she would hang him upside down from the beam and whip him. At that time, he didn't feel resentful because to him, no matter what she did to him, she was still his mother, his only family in this world.

  But he was wrong, terribly wrong. Because of his mercy, he watched with his own eyes as his mother personally handed over her daughter to a group of beasts, who raped and killed her. He watched with his own eyes as his son's martial arts were crippled, and he died from poisoning.

  If it weren't for the antidote he took beforehand, if it weren't for his lucky escape, by now, he would have lost his life, and yet, his mother, the empress dowager, remains as carefree as ever, still enjoying her life of luxury.

  Ye Mei stepped into the imperial garden and saw a man in dragon robes, laughing loudly as he hugged a woman tightly by his side. The woman was none other than his empress mother.

  He gathered all his emotions and walked forward step by step until he reached the pavilion, bowed respectfully and said, "Your son pays respects to Your Majesty."

  "Is that Xi'er?" The man in front of him was taken aback at first, looking at the night demon Xi'er, a hint of surprise appeared between his eyebrows. "Xi'er, I heard from your mother that you inherited her ultimate skill. Unfortunately, your mother is not feeling well now, so she called you to perform for us, how about it?"

  Digression

  Waaa... dear friends... here's the second update at almost the same time as yesterday... today a new beauty has emerged... hehe...