Volume 1: Regent Storm 012 You are this king's person

  "Lie down on the couch." Feng Ao Tian said coldly as he walked slowly towards the bed.

  Mo Han's fists were clenched tightly, his eyes closed, and he suppressed the intense feeling of humiliation in his heart. Lying on the bed, he could clearly feel Feng Ao standing proudly beside the bed, looking at him with a gaze that was like admiring prey.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth corners slightly slanted, and his fingers had unknowingly pinched a needle between them. He rolled up his sleeves, the needle tip pierced into Mu Han Yao's left shoulder, and a drop of fresh blood flowed out from his ancient copper-colored skin.

  Mu Han's face was expressionless, and he had no reaction. He didn't know what Feng Ao Tian wanted to do, but he only felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, which couldn't hide the shame in his heart.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at him with a steady and unyielding gaze, his eyes slowly moving down from the left shoulder to the right, as if savoring every moment. Fresh blood flowed quietly, filling the air with a faint scent of iron, while the interior of the tent remained eerily silent, devoid even of the slightest whisper of breath.

  Mo Han's forehead was beading with fine sweat, his body tense and rigid. Feng Ao Tian could sense the unyielding determination and strong will emanating from his bones, as well as the proud aura of a commander. Was it her plan that had led him into this desperate situation? How could he so willingly lie calmly on this bed, allowing her to do as she pleased?

  However, after a while, Feng Ao Tian put away the embroidery needle and took out the embroidered handkerchief from his bosom. He wiped clean the bloodstain where the needle had pricked him, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, which extended from his left shoulder to his chest. At the same time, he also wiped away the sweat that had seeped onto Mu Han's forehead, and said in a light tone, "It's done."

  Mu Han listened to Feng Ao Tian's voice from afar, as if he felt that it had been a lifetime since they last met. He slowly opened his eyes and met Feng Ao Tian's cold phoenix-like gaze without saying a word.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his palm, and the copper mirror on the dressing table not far away was sucked into his palm. He then held it against his chest, "From now on, you are mine. You must remember that if you dare to betray me, your fate will be unimaginable."

  The air was filled with intimidation, causing Mu Han's eyes to dim slightly. Following the copper mirror, he saw that on his left chest was carved a character "Tian". His sword-like eyebrows involuntarily twitched. Was he being branded with Feng Ao Tian's mark? In his heart, he couldn't help but let out a sorrowful cold laugh. Mu Han, Mu Han, who would have thought you'd fall to such a state.

  Feng Ao Tian saw Mu Han Yao and was not moved, nor did he say more. With a wave of his hand, the copper mirror was calmly placed back in its original position. Then, he covered Mu Han Yao with the brocade quilt, lifted his hand, and gently tapped his forehead. "Sleep, tomorrow won't be as easy as tonight."

  He was caught off guard by Feng's sudden and intimate tap on his forehead, and as he watched her get up and leave with her back to him, he lowered his head to gaze at the quilt that had been covering them. He spread out his palm, and it was already soaked with sweat. A certain part of his heart suddenly trembled, and he let out a deep sigh. From childhood to adulthood, even in life-or-death situations, he had never felt this tense before. He glanced sideways at the embroidered emblem on his chest, and a hint of a mysterious glow flashed across his deep pupils. He closed his eyes, his expression returning to normal.

  Feng Ao Tian walked out of the camp, and soon saw a figure in green clothes who seemed to be weak in breath not far away. She took a step forward and stood before him.

  Qing Yi raised his eyes, and with a flicker of his gaze, he saw Feng Ao Tian looking down at him with a cold gaze. The chill in those eyes made him shiver, and he hastily opened his mouth, his hoarse and fragmented voice ringing out, "Your servant has seen the Regent King."

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed coldly, "Is the poison on my body yours?"

  Qing Yi's eyes dimmed for a moment, and her heart was already dead. "It was I who did it."

  "This king has a feud with you." The tone was affirmative, not questioning, but a statement.

  "A blood feud that will destroy the entire family." The man in green was also a perceptive person, knowing his time of death was near and there was nothing left to hide.

  "The person behind your back, I won't ask you about it, even if I did, you wouldn't speak. Now, I'm giving you two paths to choose from, one is the path of life, and the other is the path of death." Feng Ao Tian was not a benevolent person, but she knew that killing him would only add another life to her tally, a meaningless act, something she never did.

  Without waiting for Qing Yi's response, she continued, "The path of life is to stay by my side and follow my orders. I will give you a three-year deadline, at which time, I will give you an opportunity to seek revenge against me; the path of death is that I have never tasted the flavor of human jerky before, and it just so happens that I can use you to try it out."

  At this time, inside the military camp, apart from the soldiers patrolling and standing guard, there were also Mu Han Yao pretending to sleep in his tent, and Si Xi and the other eunuchs standing outside with their bodies bent in respect. They all clearly heard what Feng Ao Tian said, and everyone's heart trembled at the thought that this Regent King was truly cruel and inhumane. How could she think of such a thing?

  With a sullen face, he's still alive and has the chance to avenge himself. If he dies, there will be no more opportunities for revenge. Rather than dying like this, it's better to fight with all his might. Even if he can't kill her at that time, it's still a hope and an idea.

  He raised his eyes, and his dark gaze was filled with determination, "I choose the path of life."

  "Si Xi, wash off that pungent perfume smell on your body for me, I don't want to smell it again in the future." Feng Ao Tian turned around solemnly and said coldly.

  Si Xi hastily replied and immediately welcomed Feng Ao Tian into the account.

  "Prepare the bath water, I'm exhausted."

  "Yes." Si Xi glanced at Qing Yi, then ordered two eunuchs to help Qing Yi up and carry him back to his tent. Immediately, the prepared bath water was carried into the camp.

  After bathing, Feng Ao Tian's soft black hair fell down her back, tied with a cloud-patterned ribbon. She wore a purple satin dress, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, her skin was whiter than snow, her willow eyebrows slightly raised, losing some of her usual fierce aura, but gaining a bit of gentleness instead. Due to the looseness of her clothes, Feng Ao Tian didn't tie up her chest, her slender figure wrapped in the satin dress, looking delicate and charming.

  She walked to the bed, saw Mu Han lying on the outside of the bed, and her eyes flashed with a hint of cunning. If she didn't sleep in the same bed as him, wouldn't it expose her fake image of liking men?

  She took advantage of the momentum to push Mu Han Yao lightly, and then lay down beside him. Since childhood, she had been living with a pack of wolves. Later, she was taken away from the wolf pack by that person and lived a solitary life. She never liked to be in contact with people, let alone sleep in the same bed as strangers. However, now, after only two days of crossing into this strange world, she found herself lying beside a strange man. Feng Ao Tian smiled coldly. The current her was no longer someone else's shadow, but the ruler who controlled the fate of the Phoenix Kingdom. She had to adapt to such a life.

  Thinking of this, I no longer worry, and treat the people around me as air, closing my eyes and falling asleep peacefully.

  Mo Han's eyes suddenly opened, and her dark pupils stared coldly at Feng Ao Tian's profile. Her vermilion lips were pursed, and her eyebrows were slightly curved, not as bloodthirsty and cruel as usual. The weak candlelight passed through the gauze curtain, casting a gentle glow on her clear and beautiful face, adding a few degrees of softness to it. A faint halo emanated from her entire body.

  He was stunned for a moment, with countless thoughts in his mind. The icy smooth fingers had already covered his deep and dim eyes, and a lazy voice sounded, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Do you want... me to do something to you?"

  Digression

  Haha...... Our family's female lead is quite domineering with a hint of slyness, hehe...