Volume 1: Turbulence of Regency 017 Ah, Master, you've finally returned

  "Feng Ao Tian" are three words that are undoubtedly a nightmare for the people of Kyoto.

  The Regent returned to the capital, and the common people had already received the news early in the morning. The originally bustling streets were now all closed for business, with not a sound of birds chirping or dogs barking.

  The streets that were once crowded are now unusually spacious, Feng Ao Tian sits on the imperial sedan chair, looking at the streets on both sides, except for his guards, not even half a person's shadow can be seen.

  Today's rare good weather, wind and sunshine, gentle breeze and warmth, but the air is filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

  Phoenix proudly looks down on heaven and earth, which king can compare to her in terms of being so awe-inspiring that people tremble with fear at the mere mention of her name?

  In my mind, I recall her past misdeeds in Kyoto. Wherever the regent appeared, there was bound to be bloodshed and wailing. It was even worse than that - if a handsome man was found on the street, he would be taken away without asking for any reason and brought into the palace. In Kyoto, all men with good looks or decent appearance wore bamboo hats or stayed at home, not daring to swagger around in the streets, fearing that one day they might be mistakenly identified as auspicious by the regent and invited into the palace, from which there would be no return, forever losing face before their parents.

  The sound of the carriage's movement and the solemn footsteps of the guards reached her ears, and a flash of sharpness flickered in her eyes. She was determined that after many years, anyone who heard the three words "Feng Ao Tian" would not only fear her but also revere her, and she wanted to create her own magnificent splendor on this continent.

  The Regent's palace was getting closer and closer, and when the emperor's sedan chair arrived at the palace, people could be seen kneeling at the gate from a distance, all of whom were men.

  "The king is back at the mansion!" The imperial sedan chair slowly came to a stop. Si Xi stood on one side, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting loudly.

  "The slaves welcome the king back to the mansion." The people kneeling on the ground shouted in unison.

  Phoenix proudly dominated the imperial carriage, raised her eyes, and saw a pair of hot tears filling her eyes, with joyful and expectant pupils. If there was still someone in this world who hoped she could come back alive, except for Old Man Feng who had served her since childhood, it would be hard to find another person like that.

  "Everyone get up." Feng Ao Tian sat upright in the imperial sedan chair, speaking with a stern expression.

  "Thank you, Prince Wang." The crowd responded in unison and then stood up, bowing their heads to one side.

  "Master Wang, you've finally returned." Feng Gonggong twisted his body and took quick steps to welcome him first. Seeing that Feng Ao Tian was safe and sound, the worry he had been carrying for these days could finally be put down.

  Feng Ao Tian saw Lord Feng's joyful expression and felt a warmth in his heart, rarely revealing a gentle smile. "Is everything well at the manor?"

  Marquis Feng saw Feng Ao Tian and gave him a faint smile, suddenly excited with moist eyes, "Everything is fine in the mansion, Your Highness, I have ordered people to prepare food for you. You must be tired from the journey, take a short rest first, then we will dine."

  "All right." Feng Ao Tian slightly nodded and walked towards the Wang Fu.

  She walked steadily, her phoenix eyes cold and calm, slowly entering the mansion. The men standing respectfully on either side of her were all exceptionally handsome, radiant with an otherworldly aura, truly a feast for the eyes. However, Feng Ao Tian was not particularly interested in the beauty before her, merely casting a casual glance that captured the fear deep within their eyes, as well as the unshakeable resentment and ruthlessness.

  The majestic and awe-inspiring entrance of the Regent's palace, under the respectful welcome of a group of handsome men, Feng Ao Tian did not feel the joy of returning home. On the contrary, the palace above was shrouded in heavy dark clouds, exuding a cold and ruthless killing intent, making her feel like she had a thorn on her back.

  Feng Ao Tian gazed straight ahead, not intentionally focusing his gaze on any of the handsome men, while the group of handsome men beside him were all lost in thought, their heads bowed, not daring to be even slightly presumptuous.

  However, there is only one person who can rush forward without any worries, and that person is the Regent King's most favored male concubine in the past year, also known as the number one beauty of Feng Guo, Ye Xuan.

  "Your Highness, I've finally waited for your return." Feng Ao Tian heard a pleasant voice coming from the side of his ear, followed by a bright red figure. A flash of murderous intent flashed through her mind, and then she lightly swept her sleeve to separate herself from the person's shadow.

  That bright red sleeve corner was pulled in front of him, beautiful eyes flowing, pitifully taking a step forward, close to Feng Ao Tian, "Master, fortunately, the slave has been thinking of you day and night, and as soon as you return, you have forgotten about me."

  Feng Ao Tian heard, his eyes flashed slightly, and a charming smile hooked at the corner of his mouth. He turned around, trying to lower his voice, saying, "How could I forget you, my dear?" After that, he raised his wrist, and the bright red thing fell into her arms.

  She raised her hand, hooked the chin of the man in her arms, a beautiful and unparalleled face, red clothes covering his body, his long neck slightly raised, like white jade skin, half hidden and half revealed, a pair of beautiful eyes, with a smile, charming and seductive, misty and enchanting, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his red lips slightly open, as if inviting someone to kiss him, this is a man who exudes charm from the bones, with a shy and alluring appearance, charming and enchanting.

  "Master, let me serve you tonight." The man's eyes were as smooth as silk, and his white jade-like fingers had slowly stroked the inside of Feng Ao Tian's sleeve, lifting it up, and his wet tongue lightly licked her slender fingers, softly saying, "Master, I served you like this, are you satisfied?"

  Under the blue sky and white sun, there are hundreds of handsome young men standing outside the mansion, with at least four or five hundred of them. When they see the Regent, who among them does not retreat three steps back, looking on with fear?

  But that night, Mei Xing was unusually enthusiastic and got close to them, even in front of their faces, showing off like this, and saying such words, it's really a decline of social morals, unaware of shame.

  Feng Ao Tian's smile deepened, the arm around his waist tightened, and he silently cursed. A man's waist was actually softer than a woman's. Look at this face that brought disaster to the country and its people. Who says that a beauty is a femme fatale? This man was too enchanting, also bringing harm for a thousand years. If he hadn't whispered sweet nothings in Feng Ao Tian's ear, how would she have left the comfortable palace and rushed to the distant border, only to meet her demise?

  She slightly lowered her head, her beautiful face close to his stunningly handsome one. A faint fragrance wafted from him, filling the space between their nostrils, as if it had some kind of magic that made people deeply entranced once they smelled it, unable to extricate themselves.

  Feng's eyes and eyebrows exuded an unyielding chill, which grew even colder as his red lips curled up. His lip seemed to lightly brush against Ye Ming's mouth, which was captivating and enchanting. As he walked forward with a pleased expression, he said, "With someone like you serving me, I'm naturally satisfied. Tonight, you'd better let me have my way."