He will lay hands on his ministers (2nd update) Wen/Lemon smile

  "Yes, your son obeys!" Night Demon's eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes dimly lit, wearing a dark red brocade robe, with an air of natural and enchanting charm.

  The emperor looked at Ye Xi Huan in front of him, turned his eyes and glanced at Zhen Fei beside him, "Dear consort, Xi Huan has a lot of your former elegance."

  The Empress's beautiful eyes slightly turned, and a hint of cruelty flashed at the bottom of her eyes. She smiled shallowly and said, "Your Majesty, Xing'er has been weak since childhood. Now, let him come forward. If he doesn't dance well, Your Majesty must not blame him."

  "It doesn't matter." The emperor turned his gaze, staring at Ye Xi without blinking.

  Yè Mèi Xī stood on a high platform not far away, took off his dark red long gown, and changed into a bright red long shirt. His black hair was blown by the wind, and only one strand of bright red wide silk ribbon tied up his green silk, which was already as smooth as a waterfall. The long hair scattered out an extraordinary and elegant temperament like a fairy. When the enchanting sound of the Xiao flute started, he rose up lightly like a gust of wind, and the red silk also fluttered with his dance, dyeing the entire sky into a mass of red clouds, dazzling and captivating, hooking people's hearts, with a bewitching charm that was not concealed at all. His skin was as smooth as jade, and his spirit was as fragrant as orchids. He had a delicate and charming appearance, with three parts of elegance and one part of coquetry, and his demeanor was elegant and refined. Every move he made added a touch of elegance, and every frown and smile captivated people's hearts. He looked pure and extraordinary, but there was also a hint of charm in his eyebrows.

  The music ended, Ye Wei descended slowly, his wrist shaking slightly as the red scarf fell down. He bowed slightly and then stepped down from the high platform.

  The people inside the pavilion looked as if they were drunk, and when Ye Wei slowly moved forward at night, everyone thought that an immortal was coming down to earth. He looked at his mother, Empress Dowager, whose eyes were filled with cruelty towards him. He restrained the gloom in his eyebrows and said calmly, "Father Emperor..."

  The emperor in front of him slowly came back to his senses, and when he looked at Ye Huan again, he clapped his hands repeatedly, saying, "Good, good, compared to your mother, the empress, you have even more charm, wonderful, wonderful."

  In the eyes of others, such a dance, only women can bring out such an enchanting feeling, but unexpectedly, men dancing are even more captivating and charming.

  "Your Majesty, I shall take my leave first." Ye Mei Xi bowed her head and said respectfully.

  "Good, good." The Emperor repeatedly said the word "good", seeing Night Demon Xing leave, then turned to look at Empress Chen, "My dear consort, I didn't expect Xing'er to have such abilities."

  "Your Majesty, you are overpraising me." Consort Chen said in a soft voice.

  Ye Mei Xi left the Imperial Garden, immediately took off the bright red long shirt on her body, lightly tapped her toes, returned to her own palace, and simply tore off all the restraints on her body, and got into the bathtub.

  Xiang Han and Chu Xia hurried back, and as soon as they arrived, they saw the figure behind the screen. They knew that the emperor had suffered greatly.

  Ye Mei Xing raised her eyes, taking deep breaths, he had to endure...

  The next day, Feng Ao Tian woke up to find Mu Han Jin fully dressed and ready. He turned around, looking at her, "Your Highness, I'll go attend the morning court first."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and watched him leave.

  Then got up, looked at the sky outside the window, thought about what had happened in these days, and got out of bed.

  Lord Feng was already standing outside the inner hall, ordering someone to attend to her washing and dressing. Feng Ao Tian looked at herself in the copper mirror, thinking that these days, she had been using her own blood to save people.

  Marquis Feng looked at Feng Ao Tian's figure, "Your Highness..."

  "What's going on?" Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze and looked at Lord Feng, asking in a low voice.

  "The old slave thinks that Master Wang has been overworking lately." Feng Gonggong said with a tinge of sympathy.

  "Yes." Feng Ao Tian echoed, "However, it's hard work now, but it will be better later."

  "But I think that fake Ta Huang Shang is not easy to deal with." Feng Gonggong said worriedly.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Grandfather Feng and smiled, saying, "How many years have you been following me?"

  "Since the birth of Master Wang, I have been following him." Fung Gonggong thought for a moment, it had already been sixteen years. He remembered that at that time, Master Wang was just a baby in swaddling clothes, now he has grown up.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Lord Feng and said, "Hmph, this matter is within my own grasp."

  "Yes." replied Feng Gonggong, and then he retreated.

  Feng Ao Tian walked to the table, having his breakfast, thinking about these days, there was always someone accompanying him for meals, but today he was eating alone, suddenly feeling a hint of loneliness.

  She suddenly felt amused, hadn't they all been alone before? What's going on now? She turned her gaze to look at Feng Yuqi lying peacefully on the bed, a faint smile playing on her lips.

  Maybe many things have been changing without us realizing it.

  Feng Ao Tian finished his early meal, rinsed his mouth, washed his hands, and then got up, walked to the study, picked up a book from the bookshelf, and looked at it to himself.

  Inside the palace, it was as quiet as ever, without a single sound.

  Mu Hanjin sat in a horse-drawn carriage and drove into the imperial palace. He saw Xing Wuyun coming to take office.

  "Arriving so early?" Mu Hanjin looked at Xing Wuyun and said in a warm voice.

  "It's essential to be early, but it can't be intercepted by others." Xing Wuyun didn't sleep all night, his mind full of thoughts about the pot of shattered snow lotus that Feng Ao Tian had mentioned.

  Mu Hanjin looked at him with this appearance, a complete drunkard, thinking that among these people, only he lived the most unrestrained.

  "Hurry up and go then." Mu Hanjin also urged from the side.

  "Good." Xing Wuyun said, and then entered the imperial palace first.

  Mu Hanjin walked slowly into the Golden Hall, and saw that all the officials were already standing with their heads bowed. Now, on the first day of the new year, the two prime ministers had just been dismissed from office, the Emperor and the Regent Prince were unconscious, and the Grand Emperor had only just returned to the capital, which was very inconvenient. How could this morning court be held?

  "The Empress Dowager has arrived!" Guo Hui's voice rang out.

  All the ministers looked puzzled and wondered why the empress had come so early.

  Mo Hanjin seemed to have anticipated something, and immediately turned sideways. The officials saw Xing Yiyin wearing a phoenix robe, elegantly and nobly walking into the Golden Hall, and hastily bowed their heads, saying, "Greetings to Her Majesty the Empress Dowager, may Her Majesty live for thousands of years."

  Xing Zhiyan stepped into the high hall, sat down on the dragon chair, and a beaded curtain fell behind her. "The Emperor and the Regent are unconscious, the Supreme Emperor is uninterested in state affairs, but the country cannot go without a ruler for a day, and the morning court cannot be delayed. Therefore, I will wait for the Regent and the Emperor to wake up before attending to government affairs from behind the curtain."

  As soon as this was said, all the officials were shocked. This is a strange thing that happens every day, and these few days are especially strange. The regent king, who has always been immune to swords and guns, is now injured and unconscious. The late emperor, who had passed away two years ago, suddenly came back to life and returned to the palace. The empress dowager, who never interfered with state affairs, rushed over to listen to politics behind the curtain today?

  "Let us begin, esteemed gentlemen." Xing Zhiyan said in a low voice, disregarding the opinions of the other ministers.

  Mo Hanjin raised his eyes, looking at Xing Zhiyan in front of him, and then bowed his head and said, "I report to the Empress Dowager, before the King fell into a coma, he handed over the token to me and specially ordered me to act on his behalf during this period. The Empress Dowager is now behind the curtain listening to politics, has she received any tokens from the Emperor or the King?"

  Xing Zhiyan looked at Mu Hanjin, her eyes flashing with a hint of coldness, "I am the Empress Dowager, don't I have any power?"

  "Your Majesty, as the Empress Dowager, you have the authority to oversee the six palaces, but not the right to interfere with state affairs." Mu Hanjin replied calmly and respectfully. "At present, although the Emperor and the Prince are still unconscious, the power of regency is still in the hands of the Prince. This edict was personally issued by the late Emperor."

  "My family has an imperial edict personally issued by the Taishang Huang." Xing Zhiyan said immediately.

  "Is this edict the one issued by the late Emperor two years ago?" Mu Hanjin asked loudly.

  "It's not natural." Xing Zhiyan gazed at Mu Hanjin through the beaded curtain.

  Mu Hanjin bowed and said, "Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, currently only the King can decide on the imperial court's power, even the Retired Emperor does not have this right."

  Xing Zhiyan suddenly stood up from the phoenix chair, lifted the beaded curtain, took big strides forward, and walked towards Mu Hanjin. "How dare you! Is it that in your eyes, there is only the Regent King, and neither I nor the Emperor are of any importance?"

  "I am merely following the orders of His Majesty," Mu Hanjin replied calmly, "The king has decreed that from today onwards, early court sessions are abolished. All matters will be discussed after the king wakes up. You may all disperse."

  The many officials looked at each other in dismay, gazing at the empress dowager before them and then turning to Mu Hanjin. After weighing their options, they still bowed and said, "Your subjects take their leave."

  Having said that, he left the Golden Hall.

  Xing Zhiyan looked at the officials in front of her, then turned to Mu Hanjin, "Alright, you dare to offend me? Guards, take him down for me!"

  "How can I be asked to take someone on the first day of my appointment?" A clear and elegant voice rang out, and then Xing Wuyun walked into the Golden Hall wearing a Forbidden Guard officer's uniform.

  Xing Zhiyan looked at Xing Wuyun, and the anger between his eyebrows dissipated a lot. "How did you end up here?"

  "Your Majesty, you've forgotten that I'm now the commander of the Imperial Guard, appointed by the Regent King himself. I just took office today." Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes, still with a carefree and unrestrained demeanor, looking at Xing Zhiyan.

  Xing Zhiyan looked at Xing Wuyun like that, thinking that he was indeed not suitable for entering the palace, but unexpectedly, he actually took office.

  "You don't like this..." Xing Zhiyan was about to say.

  Mu Hanjin bowed again, "If Her Majesty the Empress Dowager has no other instructions, I have urgent matters to attend to and will take my leave first."

  "You..." Xing Zhiyan pointed at Mu Hanjin with her hand.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanjin and said, "I won't see you off."

  Xing Zhiyan looked at Xing Wuyun's appearance and pointed at him, "Why are you blocking me?"

  "Your Majesty, today the weather is dry and hot, it's better to calm down your liver fire, or you might hurt your body." Xing Wuyun looked at Xing Ziyuan and said, "I bid farewell."

  Xing Zhiyan gazed at Xing Wuyun's departing figure, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, before stepping out of the Golden Hall.

  When she returned to the Empress Dowager's palace, Feng Ao Yun also raised her eyes and coldly looked at her.

  "Inferior and incompetent." Xing Zhiyan hastily knelt down on the ground.

  "It seems that Feng Ao Tian still has many helpers by his side." Feng Ao Yun's eyes flashed with a cold glint, "Dare to block my way, you will surely die."

  "The emperor's intention is..." Xing Zhiyan's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and as for Mu Hanjin, today, in front of the entire court, making things difficult for her was truly infuriating.

  "Send someone to kill him." Feng Ao Yun said immediately.

  "Yes." Xing Zhiyan's eyes sparkled with joy, and she quickly turned around, gesturing to Guo Hui.

  Guo Hui took orders and then withdrew from the palace.

  Feng Ao Yun looked at Xing Zhiyan and asked, "What about that old acquaintance of yours? Where is he now?"

  Xing Zhiyan's mind and body shook for a moment, only then did she remember Leng Qianye, her eyes flashing with a hint of dimness, "I don't know."

  "Hmph, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking in your heart. This person, I will definitely eliminate him." Feng Ao Yun said in a low voice, and then stood up and left.

  Xing Zhiyan fell to the ground with a thud, thinking about Leng Qianye's current safety, and couldn't help but feel a shock in her heart.

  Leng Qianye counted the days, and now it's only been three days since he left the capital. Except for that day's assassination attempt, he hasn't encountered any others. He wondered why those people wanted to take action against him. However, thinking back, it seemed that the Regent King had anticipated this and secretly sent someone to protect him. A hint of heaviness appeared in his heart, and in his mind, he didn't want to owe Feng Ao Tian any favors.

  Mu Han Yao has now traveled half the distance, with his 50,000 troops, killing nearly 5,000 along the way. Fortunately, these people have stabilized a lot by now.

  At this moment, he suddenly received a secret letter from Feng Ao Tian. He opened the letter and looked at what was written on it. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he turned to look at the people behind him. "Order them to speed up their advance. We must reach the border within three days."

  "Yes." The deputy general beside him was ordered to ride his horse forward to pass on the message.

  Mu Han raised her eyes and looked at the sky in front of her, looking at Mi Zhe, Leng Qianye had returned, this time, the border was guaranteed.

  However, judging from the meaning between her lines, it seems that she has encountered great trouble this time. If it were in the past, he would have ignored it, for him, as long as he guarded his own territory well, and for others, he never put too much trust.

  But at this moment, for some reason, I thought of her having something on her mind and a hint of worry arose.

  Lan Yun calculated that there were still seven days before he could return to the capital. At this moment, he was resting in a guest house on the official road and received an urgent letter from the capital, which was sent by his father.

  After reading the letter, a hint of surprise and gloom flashed between his eyebrows. His father had been dismissed from office, he had taken over the position, the deceased emperor suddenly returned to the palace, the Emperor and the Regent were unconscious...

  He suddenly remembered that it had only been a few days since he parted with her, and how could so many things happen in the capital. He hastily got up and changed to ride a horse, whipping his horse to hurry to the capital.

  In the imperial garden, Xing Wuyun tugged at his official robes, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and wished he could tear them off and throw them aside.

  However, thinking of the scattered snow lotus hidden in the imperial garden, I immediately disregarded this cumbersome thing on my body, pretending to patrol while searching for where the scattered snow lotus was better hidden.

  He gazed at the scenery in the imperial garden, but had no time to appreciate it, and instead focused on searching, thinking that it was here. He used the sword in his hand to pry open the ground, took a look, and didn't find anything, revealing a disappointed face. Thus, he struggled for a whole day, but still couldn't find it.

  Mu Hanjin went to the Supervisory Board as usual and then returned to the Regent Prince's Mansion.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him returning, suddenly feeling a sense of waiting for her husband to come back, instantly finding it laughable. She then stepped forward, embracing him into her own arms, and domineeringly kissed his lips.

  The two deeply kissed, stumbling and tumbling onto the soft couch together. Feng Ao Tian leaned into his arms, "Today in court, I gave you face."

  Mo Hanjin smiled shallowly and said, "En, however, I pretended to pass on the imperial edict."

  "Grandfather likes it." Feng Ao Tian turned his eyes, his fingertips brushing against his shiny lips. "He originally thought of using Xing Zhiyan to control the imperial court, but unexpectedly, you are so powerful."

  "Yes, but it seems he will lay hands on me." Mu Hanjin thought, this person must get rid of him.

  "What's under his control is not even worth mentioning to you." Feng Ao Tian said with a hint of mystery.

  "What if he uses other means?" Mu Hanjin suddenly thought of something and quickly got up from the soft couch.

  "Are you worried about Old Lady Leng or your lovely cousin?" Feng Ao Tian's eyes slightly dimmed, staring at him.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, his tense expression just now suddenly turned calm, "Naturally, it's the mother of our household."

  "Really?" Feng Ao Tian hooked up his chin, lightly biting his lips.

  Mo Hanshen took advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms. He knew that she must have sent someone to Mo Manor ahead of time.

  Feng Ao Tian fell into his arms, "Just take care of your mother, that whatever cousin, I don't care."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, thinking that in the past two years, if it weren't for Die Wu's care, his mother wouldn't be living peacefully here, and he felt a certain gratitude towards her.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his head and looked at Mu Hanjin, taking the opportunity to push him out, "Don't go find your good cousin yet."

  Mu Hanjin looked at her gloomy face, a faint smile playing on his lips. He suddenly felt a warmth in his heart and stepped forward, leaning into her arms. "Wang Ye, are you jealous?"

  Feng Ao Tian Xian was taken aback for a moment, looking at him without responding, but instead fell into deep thought. Was she jealous? Would she be jealous?

  Mo Hanjin saw that she didn't respond, nor did he press for an answer, but instead leaned against her...

  On this day, the regent and the emperor were still in a coma, the capital was peaceful and quiet, while the riot in the southwest continued to spread...

  The next day, Mu Hanjin accompanied Feng Ao Tian and slept until dawn before getting up.

  After finishing their early meal, the two of them entered the study to review memorials, and Mu Hanjin received some news.

  "Master, Lady Leng and Miss Leng have been kidnapped." The soul's voice rang out.

  "Hmm, I wonder where we've been taken?" Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, asking in a low voice.

  "My subordinate has already sent someone to secretly follow him, this matter should be related to Mu Yu Shi." Huan replied immediately.

  Feng Ao Tian coldly smiled and said, "It seems they can't capture your family members, knowing the relationship between Mu Fu and Leng Fu, so they took those two away."

  "It seems I have to show up myself." Mu Hanjin, however, did not have the slightest worry, looking at Feng Ao Tian, "Prince, had you anticipated this and deliberately let them abduct Leng's old madam?"

  "Who says it must be Old Lady Leng that they kidnapped?" Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and said.

  "I understand." Mu Hanjin smiled and said, "Then what does Your Highness plan to do next?"

  "Let's get straight to the point." Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "Too boring, I'll play with them properly."

  "I'll wait for their movements then." Mu Hanjin smiled warmly, "This matter is left to me now."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian nodded and picked up his brush again, flipping through the memorial.

  Another day passed, as usual. Feng Ao Tian looked at the report from the southwest and then at Mu Han Jin, "Today is the third day, when will you cough up blood?"

  Mo Hanjin was taken aback for a moment, looking at her, "It's late at night."

  "Feng Ao Tian calculated and looked at him, 'Tonight, don't go anywhere, just stay in the palace.'"

  "But they will definitely take me out today, didn't you entrust this matter to me? " Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, your body has not recovered yet, absolutely cannot."

  "It doesn't matter." Feng Ao Tian waved his hand and said, "You just wait patiently for me to come back."

  Mu Hanjin was about to stop him, but Feng Ao Tian grasped his hand and said, "The uprising in the southwest is faster than you imagined. Now, more than half of the southwest has risen up in revolt. You can't imagine that within five days, the entire southwest will be completely thrown into chaos."

  "When will Prince Wang wake up?" Mu Hanjin looked at her and deliberately changed the subject, following along with her.

  "When the southwest is completely chaotic." Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of a smile, "How many troops does the rebel army have now?"

  "Now it has grown to 200,000, with half of them being infiltrated." Mu Hanjin said in a low voice.

  "Hmm, in that case, with the addition of the 200,000-strong army from the capital, it should be enough." Feng Ao Tian calculated, "Have all the spies from various countries been replaced?"

  "Hmm, but if the whole country were to rise up, I'm afraid it would be difficult to bring things under control later on." Mu Hanjin still said with some hesitation.

  "If it weren't for the fact that the situation wasn't so dire, how could he believe?" Feng Ao Tian thought to himself that at present, it was just a matter of taking a step in a game of risk, and who would win or lose would depend on whether one could land a decisive blow.

  "I understand." Mu Hanjin said immediately after.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and looked towards a yellow-robed figure that had already landed outside the palace, while Feng Gonggong hastily stepped forward to stop him, "Let him in."

  "Yes." replied Mr. Feng.

  Xing Wuyun walked in and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, how can there be Broken Snow Lotus in the Imperial Garden? I dug for two days and almost turned over the entire garden, but not even a shadow was found."

  "When will you fulfill your promise to Grandfather?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun, who was already sitting on one side with an air of nonchalance, picked up her cup and poured herself a cup of clear tea to drink.

  "What was it that Master Wang said?" Xing Wuyun continued to ask.

  "Wei Zuo Mo." Feng Ao Tian said directly, "When will he come to see me?"

  "Uh...this..." Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, why didn't you go yourself?"

  "Alright." Feng Ao Tian nodded and looked at Xing Wu Yun, "Pass a message to him, let him meet me two days later, at midnight, at his wine tavern."

  "Yes, sir." Xing Wuyun replied briskly, "Then, Your Highness, you should tell me where the broken Snow Lotus is, shouldn't you?"

  "Follow me to do something, and I'll tell you." Feng Ao Tian looked at Xing Wu Yun, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian's expression and knew it wasn't good, his body leaning back, "That... I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

  "What a pity! The Shuixian Lotus is now only left with one pot in this world." Feng Ao Tian said with a regretful face.

  Xing Wuyun suddenly turned around, hearing her words, gritted his teeth, forget it, turned around, and smiled at her, "Prince Wang, what's the matter?"

  "It's a matter of killing." Feng Ao Tian looked at him turning around, his red lips slightly hooked.

  "Is it difficult?" Xing Wuyun didn't like bloody things, but occasionally getting some blood on him was okay, just to liven up the dull days.

  Feng Ao Tian waved his hand, "Just play along."

  "That's fine." Xing Wuyun thought that as long as it wasn't difficult, then going would be no trouble.

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze to Mu Han Jin, indicating that he could rest assured. Mu Han Jin naturally knew about Xing Wu Yun's skills and also put his mind at ease.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, Mu Hanjin had just left the Regent's palace when an arrow was stuck on his carriage. He unfolded the note and saw a line of words, then turned around, got into the carriage, and handed the note to Feng Ao Tian.

  Xing Wuyun leaned sideways and looked at the writing on top, "It turns out that Leng's old lady and Miss Leng were kidnapped."

  "How can you be sure she was really kidnapped?" Feng Ao Tian said calmly.

  "Just by looking at your expression, I can tell you're playing the trick of the mantis catching the cicada, with the oriole waiting in ambush. " Xing Wuyun immediately yawned and suddenly felt extremely bored.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a lackluster expression, she had just been staying in the mansion for two days and wanted to practice her skills, doing so was merely accompanying the one in the palace to have some fun.

  Feng Ao Tian transformed his appearance into that of Mu Han Jin, then changed into his clothes. He looked at Xing Wu Yun beside him and left in a horse carriage.

  Mu Hanjin had returned to the Regent's Palace, and seeing that it was still early, he thought of Yi Mu's situation and hurriedly went to Mei Xiang Pavilion. There, he saw Yi Mu running lightly in the courtyard, drenched in sweat.

  He smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "How has your body been these past two days?"

  Yi Mu saw Mu Hanjin enter the inner chamber, stopped in her tracks, took a silk handkerchief to wipe away the sweat on her forehead, and stepped forward, "How did you get here?"

  "Let's see how effective this prescription is?" Mu Hanjin smiled and sat down.

  "These two days, I've been sleeping more soundly, and my body doesn't feel as heavy as it did before." Yi Mu never expected that after growing up in a medicine jar and drinking medicine for twenty years, he would feel so much lighter after just two days of exercise.

  Mu Hanjin handed him a cup of tea, "It's not very good this way."

  "Hmm." Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin, "Has something happened in the capital?" Yi Mu looked at Mu Hanjin's expression, and again thought of the news that his personal attendant had just told him.

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin didn't hide it either, looking at him, "Do you have plans to take the imperial exam?"

  "If I can take care of myself, the Regent is willing to let me go back, and I will consider it." Yi Mu did not want his talent to be buried.

  "Xuān's book will be back in a few days." Mù Hánjǐn looked at Yì Mù, "At that time, you can chat with him more."

  "I've heard that he has become the Grand Chancellor now, I don't dare to reach for him." Yi Mu said with a faint smile, and the worry between his eyebrows seemed to have dissipated a little, but that innate worry would never be completely dispelled.

  "He would scold you if he heard you say that," Mu Hanjin said with a low chuckle.

  "Right." Yi Mu seemed to be in a much better mood, saying that whether he understood or not, some things were just self-inflicted worries of the mediocre.

  Mo Hanjin and Yi Muxian chatted for a few more sentences before taking their leave again. However, instead of returning to the Qinghui Pavilion, they went straight to the bedroom, perhaps this had already become a habit in these days.

  As soon as he entered the bedroom, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood. However, this time it was different from before, and using his internal energy to calm himself down didn't work. He floated forward on tiptoe and fell onto the soft couch, lifting up his arm to see a crimson line extending from his palm. He hastily sat cross-legged and began to focus his energy to heal his wound.

  Feng Ao Tian sat in the carriage and instinctively felt it, pressing his chest, muttering softly, "Coughing up blood again."

  Xing Wuyun slightly raised her eyes, looking at Feng Ao Tian's gloomy face, then turned over and continued to sleep.

  Feng Ao Tian Che looked at him with a lazy appearance, her mouth slightly pursed, and ignored him, closing her eyes to meditate.

  When the carriage stopped, Feng Ao Tian opened his eyes and got out of the carriage. He saw an old woman tied up not far away, along with a young woman.

  Feng Ao dismounted from his horse carriage and looked at the black-clad man in front of him, standing with his hands behind his back. "Since I've come, you should release them now."

  "You can let go, but you have to kill yourself." The black-clad man in front of him took a step forward and said coldly.

  "I won't, unless you show me an example?" Feng Ao Tian shook his head and said to the black-clothed man in front of him.

  Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Ao Tian's words, the corner of his mouth twitched. Do you still need to demonstrate how to commit suicide? That person isn't stupid.

  The man in black in front of him listened to Feng Ao Tian's words and suddenly became furious, "Let you die, you will die, if you don't die, I'll kill them."

  Feng Ao Tian suddenly felt a bit bored, facing this group of idiots in front of her, obviously insulting her intelligence, and couldn't help but think that the fake Feng Ao Yun had found these fools somewhere.

  "You don't set an example, how do I know how to kill myself? Since that's the case, then you go ahead and kill them." Feng Ao Tian spread his hands out to the sides, and also stopped paying attention to them.

  The man in black in front of him was taken aback, then gestured to the people hiding in the dark, and with a wave of his big hand, they all rushed towards Feng Ao Tian.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth curved into a sly smile as he stepped into the carriage, "It's too boring outside, I'll leave it to you."

  Xing Wuyun suddenly felt a bit helpless, "Your Highness, since you think it's boring, why did you come? You don't know, I find it even more boring?"

  Feng Ao Tian lifted his foot and kicked him off the carriage, then said calmly, "Let's go."

  The charioteer replied, "Yes." Then he drove the carriage away.

  Xing Wuyun spun around and landed on the ground, looking at the black-clad men in front of him. He flipped his eyelids, but those black-clad men continued to charge towards the horse carriage.

  Xing Wuyun sprang up, then stood on top of the carriage, broke off a branch, and with a flick of his wrist, knocked down the black-clad man who was rushing over. He lay down on the roof of the carriage, humming a tune with the branch in his mouth.

  Feng Ao Tian leaned against the carriage, listening to the sound of swords and knives outside. The black-clad men had already been killed by Feng Ao Tian's arranged dark guards. She took off her mask, indeed, she couldn't do anything too boring.

  The horse carriage slowly left, just walked out of the forest, and saw a cold palm wind rushing towards the horse carriage. Feng Ao Tian immediately made a flying body, and Xing Wu Yun on the top of the car also felt the killing intent, spinning around and falling to the ground.

  With a loud "hong" sound, the entire carriage was shattered, and Feng Ao Tian hung in mid-air, looking at the familiar face in front of her. A cold smile played on her lips as she descended gently to the ground.

  Xing Wuyun also fell down, throwing away the branch and leaning against the tree with a look of watching a good show.

  "I remember that, brother, you didn't know any martial arts." Feng Ao Tian stood with his hands behind his back, coldly staring at Feng Ao Yun in front of him.

  "Feng Ao Tian, Bian Guan Yi Bie, Bie Lai Wu Yang." Feng Ao Yun changed into a black long gown, with a cold and stern expression between his eyebrows.

  "Yes, almost died at your hands." Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "However, this time, who will die in whose hands is still unknown."

  Feng Ao Yun looked at Feng Ao Tian and said, "Our first meeting wasn't that time at the border."

  "Is that so?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Feng Ao Yun, "What is your relationship with the Emperor's brother after all?"

  "Feng Ao Yun raised his voice with a smile, 'If I were to use your brother's life in exchange for yours, would you be willing?'"

  "The border pass has been changed once already, this time..." Feng Ao Tian looked at Feng Ao Yun, "No."

  "What if it's a secret about your birth?" Feng Ao Yun asked again.

  "Do you think it's a fair deal to trade my life for my secret?" Feng Ao Tian laughed loudly.

  Feng Ao's eyes flashed with a cold light, "You'd better think carefully."

  "This king can only say that you are too naive." Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, "Alright, this king has no time to waste chatting with you here."

  Feng Ao Yun looked at Feng Ao Tian, his eyes flashing with intense flames, then raised his gaze and waved at her. Feng Ao Tian's toes lightly touched the ground, meeting his palm wind, in an instant, the winds changed and leaves swirled.

  Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, gazing at the two figures in front of him. His gaze flashed with a hint of an uncharacteristically subdued expression, and he leaned against the tree with his hands clasped behind his back, yet he didn't make any move.

  Feng Ao Tian knew that the fake Feng Ao Yun's martial arts were on par with hers, and he had anticipated her arrival, so he waited for her here. Now, she couldn't withstand it due to excessive internal energy consumption earlier, her eyes dimmed, and fresh blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

  Xing Wuyun saw the situation and hastily flew up, his sleeves fluttering, his cloud-like sleeve lightly waving, one palm striking the concentrated internal energy between the two people, opening their palm winds.

  Feng Ao Tian took a few steps back, while Feng Ao Yun only slightly moved, turned his gaze to Xing Wu Yun, and with a flash of ferocity in his eyes, he charged towards him.

  Xing Wuyun took advantage of the momentum, his palms swept across from his chest, forming a barrier in front of him, and then blocked Feng Ao Yun's palm wind.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and landed on the ground, looking at the two people in front of him. He also learned from Xing Wu Yun's style, leaning against a tree, with his hands clasped behind his back, watching.

  She gazed at the two people in front of her, their internal energy lingering on, a cold glint flashing across her eyes. The martial arts of these two people came from the same school, so did Xing Wuyun and this fake Feng Ao Yun know each other?

  She couldn't help but think of the secret of her life that Feng Ao Yun had mentioned, and suddenly remembered the words of Queen Mother before she died. Could it be that he knew his own identity as a woman? Thinking of this, her eyes shot out a hint of murderous intent, and then turned around, charging towards Feng Ao Yun with Xing Wu Yun.

  Feng Ao Yun dodged Feng Ao Tian's applause with a spin and flew away.

  She landed on her feet and saw Xing Wuyun land elegantly in front of her.

  "Tell me, who is he?" Feng Ao Tian asked in a cold and stern tone.

  Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Ao Tian, just about to speak, when fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His body fell backwards.

  Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and then he reached out to pull him into his arms. He whistled softly, and Ao Xue immediately galloped over. She mounted the horse with him, and the two of them left the forest in an instant.

  In the imperial palace, Feng Ao Yun covered her chest and entered the bedroom.

  Xing Zhiyan hastily stepped forward, "Your Majesty, you're injured?"

  "Get out." Feng Ao Yun said in a low and stern tone.

  "Yes." Xing Zhiyan looked at him with a gloomy face and hastily replied, then retreated.

  Feng Ao Yun sat on the soft couch, with his legs crossed, but between his eyebrows was a concentrated and intense hatred. He tightly closed his lips, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He threw back his head and let out a loud roar, then swung his large hand, smashing all the objects beside him to pieces.

  Xing Zhiyan listened to the angry roar, turned her gaze and looked at Guo Hui, "Isn't he going to verify whether Feng Ao Tian is really in a coma or not? How did he come back looking like this?"

  "I don't know." Guo Hui shook his head and said, because all of his subordinates who had gone forward had been killed.

  Feng Ao Tian brought Xing Wu Yun back to the Regent's palace, lowering her head and gazing at the person leaning against her chest. She had known from the start that he wasn't as simple as he seemed on the surface, but she hadn't expected him to give her such a huge surprise.

  Feng Ao Tian's face was gloomy as he returned to the palace, where he saw Mu Hanjin just finishing her meditation. Seeing him return, she hastily got down from the soft couch and asked, "Your Highness, how is it?"

  "Just ask him and you'll know." Feng Ao Tian threw Xing Wu Yun directly onto the soft couch, reached out to take his pulse, then helped him up again to circulate his Qi and treat his injuries.

  Mu Hanjin stood by, looking at Feng Ao Tian who still had a cold face, and moreover, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and bloodstains at the corner of his mouth. He knew that just now they really did fight, and the martial arts of that fake Taishang Huang must be above those of the Regent King.

  He looked at Xing Wuyun again, thinking that something must have happened that he didn't know about. He regretted not following him earlier.

  Thinking of this, he lowered his head and looked at the red thread in his palm, which had already disappeared. He suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

  About half an hour later, Xing Wu Yun gradually came to, and began to work on his own. Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, withdrew his inner power, got up, sat down beside him, and waited for him.

  Mu Hanjin took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away the sweat from her forehead, then poured some water and handed it to her.

  Feng Ao Tian took the teacup and drank it in one gulp, her eyes fixed on Xing Wu Yun's body. If this guy dared to betray her, she would definitely tear him into pieces.

  Mu Hanjin looked at her, "Your Highness, you're injured."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes, looked at him, held his hand, but felt very cold. "Do you feel better now?"

  "Ah, much better." Mu Hanjin sat beside her and pulled her into his arms. "Is the martial arts of that fake Supreme Emperor above yours?"

  "Not much different from Grandfather, but Grandfather's internal energy has been depleted too greatly these past few days." Feng Ao Tian continued to say, "On the other hand, he gave Grandfather a surprise, ah."

  Feng Ao Tian stared straight at Xing Wu Yun with a cold gaze, his eyes as chilly as frost, as if he wanted to see right through him.

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Highness, let's wait until he wakes up before we discuss anything."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "However, I feel like I've seen that person somewhere before."

  "Where?" Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian, "His appearance is exactly the same as that of the previous emperor, obviously not achieved through disguise."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded, "But, it's just that I feel extremely familiar with this place."

  Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Ao Tian with a thoughtful expression, as if recalling something. He gently patted her back, and said that no matter who this person was, they would be eliminated.

  Xing Wuyun slowly withdrew his energy, opened his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian's cold gaze. The corners of his mouth still held a **wild smile**, "Your Highness, why are you looking at me like that?"

  "Speak." Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Your martial arts come from the same school as his, what is your relationship with him?"

  Digression

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