Volume 1: Regent's Stormy Weather 016 Laugh and you'll die?

  Mu Han Yao saw Feng Ao Tian, still remembering what had just happened, and suddenly his face turned cold. He turned his head to the side, avoiding her approaching lips. "Regent King, you said that was for later, that doesn't count."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "Are you questioning what I just said?"

  "The Regent's words are as heavy as nine tripod cauldrons, how could I possibly question them?" Mu Han Yao said with a smile, while subtly shifting her body to one side, keeping a certain distance from her.

  "You don't smile at me, I won't speak." Feng Ao Tian got up with a huff and turned around, walking towards the bed.

  Gazing at Feng Ao Tian's leisurely back figure in his usual attire, he pondered for a moment. This treacherous terrain, if breached, would undoubtedly completely separate the borders of Feng Guo and Qi Guo. Even if Qi Guo were to rise again in the future, they would have no worries about their rear.

  His father and Chiyoda's father, General Reigan, both died in battle at this treacherous place, and he and Chiyoda have been searching for a way to conquer it until now.

  Two years ago, he was exiled to the quarry, and soon after, Chiyori was summoned back to the capital by the regent king, never to return. Now that he thinks about it, he can't help but speak up, "Regent King, I have one thing that is unclear, please enlighten me."

  Feng Ao Tian sat leisurely on the bed, staring directly at Mu Han Yao, "What's unclear?"

  "Where is Leng Qianye now?" Mu Han asked directly without any reserve.

  Feng Ao's eyes slightly sank, and she thought of the name that sounded familiar. She narrowed her phoenix eyes, recalling Li Su's mention of General Leng Yuan and General Leng Jiang yesterday. This Cold Qianye was indeed the General Leng Jiang he mentioned.

  At that time, Mu Yuan Shuai died in battle when Mu Han Yao was young. Later, the Mu family army was led by Leng Yuan Shuai, who also died in battle a few years ago. Then, Leng Qian Ye took over his father's legacy and went to the military camp with Mu Han Yao to guard the border together. Leng Qian Ye is good at deploying troops, while Mu Han Yao is good at using troops. In this way, the two are complementary in both literary and martial arts, and they cooperate seamlessly.

  In Feng Ao Tian's mind, the figure of Leng Qian Ye involuntarily emerged. Such a person with that temperament could actually become a ruthless and decisive general, which made Feng Ao Tian feel a little curious. However, since Leng Qian Ye was now imprisoned in the regent king's dungeon, he would have to meet her after she returned to the capital.

  "He is in this palace." Feng Ao Tian replied without hiding anything, "Do you want to see him?"

  "If he comes forward, it will be a great help to me." Murong Yan replied in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian coldly laughed and leaned on the couch, his waist-length black hair cascading down like a waterfall in front of him. "Wait until I return to the capital, then we'll discuss this matter again."

  Mo Han listened from afar to Feng's arrogant words and didn't want to let him go, so he didn't ask any more questions and continued to ponder, thinking of a way to break through.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't respond, and instead lay down, closed his eyes to rest, but in his mind he was thinking about the road back to the capital. Lord Feng was still at the Regent Prince's mansion, and there had been no unusual news from him, which seemed too calm, and the more it was so, the more it showed that a change had already quietly occurred in the capital.

  Until dawn, Mu Han was still thinking about a strategy to break through, but he had no gains.

  Feng Ao Tian rose from his seat and walked to the desk, naturally raising his hand to stroke Mu Han Yao's hair. He seemed to have sensed something and dodged early, causing her to miss. She withdrew her hand indifferently, thinking that this had become a habit for her over the years.

  She was born and raised among a pack of wolves, where the wolf leader and the mother wolf who fed her would often stroke her head, comforting and encouraging her. As a result, she has kept this habit over the years, even when facing humans.

  "The king will return to the capital tomorrow, you only have one day's opportunity, think carefully." Feng Ao Tian stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of evil charm flashing across his handsome face.

  Mo Han remained silent for a moment before hastily rising from his chair and bowing his head, saying, "Please instruct me, Your Highness the Regent."

  "Give Grandpa a smile." Feng Ao Tian said mercilessly.

  Mo Han's heart sank slightly, he raised his eyes and gazed at her, after a long while, there was no smile on his cold face, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and before they could even curve up, they had already fallen back down.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mu Han Yao's tangled expression, sighed helplessly, and asked if it was so hard to make him smile. Was she that terrifying? Would he die from smiling once?

  Her eyes dimmed for a moment, "You can smile at Ma, but you can't smile at me." She raised her hand, pointing to the terrain map, "Use retreat as an advance, secretly cross the river."

  Mu Han followed the mark pointed by Feng Ao Tian, carefully pondering the meaning of her words. Her deep eyes were filled with bright light, and she looked up, gazing at him as if enlightened, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your guidance."

  ……

  "Your Majesty, in half an incense stick's time, we will arrive at the capital." Si Xi walked on one side of the imperial sedan chair, with guards clustering around both front and back. Thinking about the dangers along this road, Si Xi couldn't help but wipe away a cold sweat.

  "Hmm, return to the palace directly." Feng Ao Tian sat leisurely in the imperial sedan chair, thinking that from Bian Guan back to the capital, this trip took a whole month. During this time, there were about ten large-scale assassinations and dozens of small-scale ones.

  She chose to return to the capital in such a grand manner, with the intention of making known the precarious situation she was currently in, as well as the assassinations that had taken place, and how many of them were from the hands of those in the capital.

  On the top of Kyoto's Eastern Castle, a bright yellow young figure stood with dignity, hands behind back, looking no more than seven or eight years old, yet that tender face exuded an awe-inspiring majesty.

  The four joys had known in advance that His Majesty would come to welcome them in person, but now the Regent King has not spoken, and the imperial carriage continues to move forward.

  "Your Highness, the Emperor personally welcomes you into the city, you..." Si Xi raised his eyes and looked at the imperial guards on both sides of the city gate, asking in a low voice.

  "Return to the palace." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth. This little emperor's tactics were not to be underestimated.

  "Yes." Si Xi replied, gesturing for the imperial sedan chair to proceed.

  As soon as the imperial carriage entered the city gate, he saw that the little emperor in bright yellow was already standing at the city gate.

  There were also civil and military officials of the imperial court who came to greet her, all kneeling on the ground, "Your subjects pay homage to the Regent King, may you live for a thousand years, a thousand years, ten thousand years!"

  "Imperial Uncle, you must be tired from your journey. I heard that you have returned to the capital and have come especially to welcome you." A gentle yet steady voice rang out, and then saw the young emperor walking towards the imperial sedan chair with a warm smile on his face.

  Feng Ao Tian sat inside the imperial carriage, his mouth slightly tilted, "I'm afraid I've troubled Your Majesty with my worries. This king has been traveling by boat and carriage for a long time, and now he's feeling somewhat fatigued, so he'll take his leave first to rest at the manor."

  Not even a slight bow, not even the most basic courtesy between monarch and subject was shown. A low voice came from within the imperial carriage, disregarding the young emperor standing in front of it, the imperial carriage continued to move forward.

  "In that case, the imperial uncle should return to his residence and rest well." The young emperor did not show any anger, but instead showed great concern as he spoke, then turned around and automatically made way for the regent's sedan chair to proceed.

  All the officials saw this, each with their own thoughts, and it was clear that the Regent King had never taken the Emperor seriously. No one dared to speak out, kneeling to one side until the Regent King's sedan chair left. When they looked up again, they saw the Emperor standing solemnly in his original position.

  The little emperor smiled and saw the regent king leave, then turned around and sat on the dragon sedan chair. The smile at the corner of his mouth had disappeared, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes as he set off back to the palace.

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