Volume 1: The Storm of Regency 024 Following Daddy to the Dungeon

  It was late at night, and the Regent's mansion was as gloomy as ever. However, each pavilion was brightly lit, waiting for the Regent's summons at any moment.

  His icy body had finally regained its warmth, and he crawled out of the hot spring pool, putting on his clothes one by one. His entire body was still drenched, with his thin shirt clinging to him, and his black hair stuck to his face. He walked out of the warm pavilion, raised his eyes, and gazed at the moonlit night sky. The bright palace lights shone on his slender figure, wrapped in a delicate and charming physique, with his eyebrows and eyes revealing a hint of seduction. He was still as elegant and refined as ever. With a flick of his sleeve, he turned around, his beautiful eyes gleaming, and looked towards the magnificent and luxurious bedroom not far away. The lights were dazzling, and he slightly raised his red lips, using his slender fingers to brush aside the hair stuck to his forehead. With a captivating charm, he turned around and walked towards his own courtyard.

  Inside the bedroom, a censer had already been lit, emitting the fragrance of high-quality dragon's saliva incense. The nine-dragon lantern was very bright, exuding an unparalleled sense of nobility.

  Feng Ao Tian held the memorial that Mu Han Jin had annotated in his hand, flipping through it one by one. From start to finish, there was not a single word between them, nor even a glance of eye contact.

  Marquis Feng stood outside the bedroom, visibly anxious. Since his master returned to Beijing, he hadn't even had dinner yet. Now it was already midnight, and the study inside was unusually quiet. It seemed that His Highness must have figured out some mystery, which is why he became so diligent, actually working on reviewing memorials.

  Upon thinking of this, Old Man Feng also felt a mix of emotions, unable to bear disturbing him but at the same time worried about his master's body. In the end, he couldn't hold back and said in a low voice, "Master, you haven't eaten all day and tonight is still long, you can't exhaust yourself."

  Feng Ao Tian finally raised his eyes, took a glance at Mu Han Jin in front of him, and saw that he was wearing a snow-white long gown, with hair as black as ink and skin as white as jade. His expression was focused, his face pale, and only by taking a closer look could one understand the true meaning of the poem "A stranger on the road is like jade, a young master without equal in the world." The flickering candlelight cast a glow on his elegant face, making him appear even more refined and dignified, like an exquisite ancient zither with a subtle and lingering resonance.

  Mo Hanjin devoted himself to reading the memorials, carefully annotating each one. He didn't know why he was so obediently looking at these memorials, but he still did it. He felt a pair of icy eyes staring at him and raised his head, only to meet Feng Ao Tian's cold gaze. He calmly lowered his head, his heart racing with anxiety. This was something he had never thought would happen - one day, he could sit together with her, just sitting quietly like this.

  "Reach out your hand." Feng Ao Tian stared at Mu Han Jin for a while before speaking in a low voice.

  Mo Hanjin's hand paused slightly as he held his brush, then put down the red pen and stretched out his hand.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, one hand grasping his slightly cold hand, the other hand gently pinching each of his fingers.

  Mo Hanjin was taken aback, and the scene where she had just removed his shoes for him flashed through her mind. At this moment, he raised his eyes to look at her, and his phoenix-like eyes were still as cold as ever. His handsome face exuded an unignorable noble elegance. His thin lips were pursed, and his long fingers gently pinched the hand that held the pen, as if an ant had crawled over his already numb heart, causing an unbearable itch. He seemed to have been startled, and his arm jerked back, trying to pull his hand out, but she grasped it tightly.

  "Feng Gonggong, lay out the meal." Feng Ao Tian gently held Mu Hanjin's slightly cool hand, "Accompany Master for a meal."

  Feng Gonggong outside the palace was overjoyed and hastily replied. Immediately, he ordered people to bring in the already prepared dinner into the palace.

  Feng Ao Tian Xia lay on the soft couch, holding Mu Han Jin's hand, and the two walked out of the study. Along the way, he raised his eyes and gazed at her back, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease. The Regent King's behavior today was too strange, leaving him at a loss for what to do. What was she plotting? Was it that she had grown tired of violence and now resorted to gentleness?

  Mo Hanjin's heart was filled with anxiety, she lowered her gaze and stared at the hand being held by her, the fingertips were icy cold, piercing into his already numb heart, yet bringing a refreshing coolness, an unexpected turn of events left him somewhat caught off guard, he hastily gathered his thoughts and followed her as they walked forward.

  Feng Ao Tian held his hand, and the two sat at the table, looking at a table full of dishes. Previously, there was no feeling, but now, looking at the full table of delicious food, he was actually a bit hungry. He picked up his chopsticks and looked at Mu Han Jin, "Eat more, tonight can't be empty."

  Mo Hanjin said in a low voice, "Yes." He picked up his chopsticks and began eating.

  Feng Ao Tian, due to his cultivated habit of eating quickly, finished his meal in the blink of an eye. He looked up and saw Mu Han Jin still eating, but didn't urge him to hurry. Instead, he stood up and said, "I'll go out for a bit, and after I'm done, I'll continue reviewing the memorials. Wait obediently for me to return."

  Mu Hanjin had already put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and was about to pay respects when he saw Feng Ao Tian turn around and leave.

  He watched her hastily disappearing figure, turned his gaze, and looked at the bowl and chopsticks in front of him. In the past, she would never have had a meal with him so calmly and peacefully. Thinking of what happened today, he raised his eyes, this was the first time he carefully examined this bedroom, except for that frightening tool rack, it seemed like he saw something else?

  He was somewhat uncertain, was this really the place he loathed the most? Slowly turning around, looking at the study that still had its lights on, he curled up the fingers that had just been held by her and walked towards the study.

  Feng Ao Tian strolled into the corridor, with Old Man Feng closely following behind him. Looking at his master in front of him, he was majestic and dignified, extraordinary and noble, and between his eyebrows, there was an aura of a king.

  "He asked in a low voice, 'Your Highness, where are you going?'"

  "These days when Master is not around, Cold Qianye still looks like a dead man?" Feng Ao Tian of course remembered the border general's beloved General Leng, who was now locked in prison by her - Cold Qianye.

  "Hmm, indeed honest." Old Man Feng was clearly puzzled. In the past, after summoning Leng Qianye back from Bian Guan, he had been imprisoned in the dungeon of the Wang Fu. Whenever the Prince's mood was not good, he would go to the dungeon and take out his frustrations on Leng Qianye. But today, the Prince's mood wasn't particularly bad, so why did he suddenly think of him?

  "What about Ye Mei?" Feng Ao Tian asked immediately.

  "Returned to the Red Feather Pavilion." Lord Feng thought that Ye Xuan was just a pretty face, useless and not worth using again. If it weren't for that one stunningly beautiful face that could captivate the king, he would have been killed by the king long ago.

  "Follow me to the dungeon." Feng Ao Tian said as he walked towards the dungeon.

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