Take good care of her

  Looking at her, "Cousin sister, this cup should be mine to toast you, thank you for taking care of my mother over the years."

  The butterfly danced with tears in her eyes, a faint smile on her face. She raised her cup, tilted her head back and drank it down, then put down the wine cup. "Aunt, elder brother, Butterfly's body is not feeling well, so she will go back to the house to rest first."

  "Go ahead." Mrs. Mu looked at her and nodded with a hint of melancholy.

  Mo Hanjin sat down, not speaking, but smiled at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Mo Han Yao. Xia Die danced under the support of the maid and left her seat, walking slowly forward, suddenly, her body swayed and she fainted.

  "Miss Biao." The maid hastily supported Xia Die Wu and anxiously called out.

  Mrs. Mu hurriedly stood up, and Mu Han Yao and Mu Han Jin also came forward to support her as she walked towards Xia Die Wu's side, "Die Wu, what's wrong?"

  Mo Hanjin stepped forward and took her pulse again, "You've caught a chill, you're not fully recovered yet."

  "As long as it doesn't hinder anything." Old Mrs. Mu let out a sigh of relief and turned to the maid beside her, "Hurry up and send Miss Biao back to her room to rest."

  "Yes." The maid beside her hastily replied.

  Mo Hanjin suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his wrist, his eyes dimmed for an instant before recovering. He looked up to see Xia Die Wu being escorted away, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

  Mù Hán Yáo looked at Mù Hán Jǐn with a dazed expression, and sensitively sensed something, "Has anything happened?"

  "It doesn't matter, I was just overthinking." Mu Hanjin didn't feel anything out of the ordinary and turned to look at Old Lady Mu and Mu Han Yao, "Big brother, let's continue to keep Mother company for a few more cups."

  "Good." Mu Han still had a hint of doubt and vigilance in his heart, which was also the habit he had developed over the years on the border.

  Inside the palace, Feng Ao Tian continued to review the memorials. After finishing all of them, she raised her eyes and looked at everyone, "Tonight, His Majesty won't keep you all for dinner."

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes and looked at her, "Your Majesty, are you going out of the palace?"

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and looked at him, "Grandpa is going to swat flies."

  Lan Yun Shu listened to her words, seeming to understand yet not quite understanding. However, he knew that someone was likely to be in trouble again, so he didn't say anything more and instead said, "Your Majesty, I'll take my leave first."

  Feng Ao Tian Xia lay on the soft couch, looking at the three of them and said, "Alright, let's head back earlier."

  Having said that, he stepped out of the imperial bedroom.

  The cat gentleman leaned against the outside of the main hall, looking at Feng Ao Tian, "Master, I'll follow you."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian knew that he was indispensable everywhere, and then he took a step forward, his toes lightly tapping, leaving the imperial palace.

  The cat followed closely behind and vanished outside the imperial bedroom in an instant.

  Lan Yunshu got down from the soft couch, and Yi Mu and Gu Ye Feng also got down. Lan Yunshu pushed Gu Ye Feng and left the imperial bedroom with Yi Mu.

  "Let's go back to the palace for dinner." Lan Jingyu suggested.

  "That's good too." Yi Mu and Gu Ye Feng nodded, and immediately, the three of them went to Jin Xuan Palace.

  Gu Ye Feng raised his eyes and turned to look at Lan Jun Shu, who was pushing him. "Just now, I saw the emperor's cold face and I really got a fright."

  Lan Jing looked at him, "Now the emperor has restrained himself a lot. Today's anger is because the emperor had previously counted all the rich merchants in the country and then dispersed them to poor areas. Now, more than half of the rich merchants in Nancheng have died. This matter may be related to Qiguo."

  Gu Ye Feng also had such an idea, unfortunately, he is now unable to go and do this thing, and can't help but feel some resentment towards his own body.

  Yi Mu also saw Gu Ye Feng's sudden emotional outburst and hastily said, "Don't forget what you promised the Emperor. Now that Xuan Shu has gone to Nanjing, the Ducha Yuan is relying on us two. This is also the Emperor testing you."

  Gu Ye Feng listened to Yi Mu's words and obviously calmed down the fire in his heart, raised his eyes, looked at Yi Mu, and nodded, "I know."

  Yi Mu looked at Gu Ye Feng, whose temper came and went quickly, and couldn't help but shake his head. He turned to look at Lan Jun Shu, seeing that he was preoccupied with worries, and smiled as he asked, "What's wrong?"

  "There's nothing." Lan Jingxuan turned around and looked at Yi Muo, "Thinking about Nan Cheng."

  "His Majesty has already sent someone to investigate. Wait for two days until Han Jin returns, then you can go to the South City personally." Yi Mu looked at him and said in a low voice.

  "Hmm." Lan Jing Shu nodded in response, thinking to himself that the Emperor must have gone to the Mu residence, had something happened there?

  Feng Ao Tian flew in by himself, and entered the Mu manor without anyone noticing. He saw Mu Han Yao and Mu Han Jin accompanying Mrs. Mu to drink wine, the three of them were having a great time together.

  She sat on the rooftop, gazing up at the night sky, waiting for a good show.

  The cat is also sitting beside Feng Ao Tian, tilting his head and staring at her.

  "What is Grandfather doing?" Feng Ao Tian looked at Cat Gong Gong, feeling that he was getting stranger and stranger.

  "Master, which one of Mu Hanjin and Mu Han Yao is the real one?" Cat Gonggong couldn't help but ask.

  Feng Ao Tian raised her eyes, casting her gaze on the two brothers. Sincerity? Perhaps they had all been there before, perhaps none of them had, perhaps it was still too early to measure with sincerity, or perhaps, it had already entered their hearts, but she didn't know that yet.

  The old cat saw that she was deep in thought, but didn't answer. He also stopped asking more questions. At this moment, it's enough to just accompany her like this.

  The night of autumn has a few quiet and cold colors, Feng Ao Tian suddenly remembered his previous life's appearance, how many nights, she was alone, silently sitting, looking up at the starry sky.

  Mu Hanjin seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly stood up, walking outwards. Just as she was about to look up, she heard a flurry of footsteps, and saw the maid who had just supported Xia Die Wu running over from afar.

  Mrs. Mu Lao and Mu Han Yao looked at each other in surprise as they saw Mu Han Jin's unusual expression, then got up and followed him out.

  "Second brother, what's wrong?" Mu Han Yao asked from one side.

  Mu Hanjin turned his gaze, and saw that the maid had already walked over, panting and saying, "Second Master, you should go take a look at Miss Biao, she just spat up blood."

  "Spitting blood?" Mrs. Mu was shocked and hurriedly walked forward, looking at the maid in front of her, "How could she suddenly spit blood?"

  "The maid also didn't know, just now, I helped Miss back to the house, she was unconscious and wouldn't wake up, I was worried so I kept watch, just now, Miss woke up and wanted to get up, but spat out blood." The maid reported truthfully from the side.

  Mu Hanjin looked at the maid in front of her, how did she spit blood? Just now when I took her pulse, there was nothing wrong.

  Mrs. Mo hurried forward, "I'll go take a look."

  Mu Han Yao continued from where he left off, supporting Mu Lao's wife, "I'll accompany you."

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and took a few steps forward, "Big brother, you stay and chat with mother for a while, I'll go take a look."

  "Alright then." Mu Han looked at Mu Han Jin, thinking that with his current martial arts skills, even if Xia Die Wu tried to deceive him, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

  "Ji'er, go take a look. That child is just too stubborn, always thinking of you and missing you." Old Lady Mu said quietly.

  "Mother, you and big brother chat for a while, I'll take a look around and come back," Mu Hanjin nodded.

  "Ah, good." Mrs. Mu nodded and Mu Han Yao supported her as they turned into the hall.

  Mu Hanjin continued walking forward, as if sensing something, turned around and looked into the distance, but didn't find anything.

  Feng Ao Tian watched Mu Han Jin leave, a hint of evil smile playing on his lips, and then he flew after Mu Han Jin.

  The tom cat also flicked his mouth and flew forward with him.

  Mù Hánjǐn followed the maid's guidance and slowly walked to the west wing of the house, "Second Master, Miss Biao lives here."

  "Hmm." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly and stepped into the room. The interior was tastefully decorated, clearly a woman's boudoir. Incense was burning, filling the air with a refreshing fragrance that soothed the heart.

  Mu Hanjin hesitated for a step, remembering his mother's concern for Xia Die Wu, and then walked forward, entering the inner hall. He saw through the curtains that Xia Die Wu was lying there calmly.

  He walked slowly forward, then took out a handkerchief and placed it on her wrist to take her pulse, but didn't find anything unusual. He immediately stood up, but felt dizzy and couldn't exert even half of his strength.

  "Second Brother." A gentle voice sounded, and the light gauze lifted to reveal Xia Die dancing out of bed, her eyes shining with tender feelings as she gazed at him.

  His eyes dimmed for a moment, "You actually drugged me?"

  "Second Brother, it's you who forced me." Xia Die Wu slowly walked closer to him, then half-knelt on the ground, stretched out her hand, wanting to stroke his hand.

  Mu Hanjin used all his strength to push him away, "You're doing this, do you know the consequences?"

  "I only know that if I can't get you, I'd rather die than be content." Xia Die Wu saw his rejection of herself, and a hint of sadness flashed in her eyes, which immediately turned cold and stern.

  "If you dare to move me, I will kill you." Mu Hanjin's gentle eyes flashed with ferocity, coldly staring at her.

  "Now, you don't have any strength at all, how can you kill me?"

  Mo Hanjin carefully thought back, he had been very careful, why did he still fall into her trap. Suddenly, he remembered the pain in his wrist when he took her pulse just now, and then looked at the incense burning in the house, his eyes sank, "You'd better think clearly, lest you regret it later."

  "Second brother, I won't regret it, even if I die, **and die with you." Xia Die stepped forward, hooked up the silver hair on his chest and gently stroked it. "All these years, my heart has been thinking of you alone, but why can't you love me when you can love a man?"

  Mu Hanjin wanted to dodge, but now even a thread of strength was gone, allowing her to slowly approach, "I won't love you."

  Xia Die's smile was again cold, "You said it before, did you know what mood I was in at that time?"

  She slowly got up, took off her outer shirt, and revealed her fragrant shoulders. Then she took off her long skirt, revealing her beautiful figure, wearing only a pink cloth undershirt and underpants. She smiled shallowly at Mu Hanjin, then squatted down, stretched out her hand, and was about to take off Mu Hanjin's outer gown.

  Her hand slowly moved to Mochanjin's waist and undid the belt on his body, then pulled at his outer robe.

  "You..." Mu Han's eyes gleamed with a cold light, he would rather die than let her touch him. Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and wanted to bite his tongue in desperation, but felt a gust of cold wind blow by, and then fell into a warm embrace.

  He raised his eyes, gazing blankly at the face in front of him, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Your Majesty..."

  Feng Ao Tian pulled him into his arms, then raised his hand and shattered his outer cloak. With a hook of his finger, the silver hair that had just been touched by Xia Die Wu was also cut off.

  She lowered her head and lightly kissed the corner of his lips, then said, "Go back, Grandpa will settle accounts with you later."

  "Good." Mu Hanjin relaxed and leaned into her arms, letting out a sigh of relief that she had come.

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, a cold light shot onto Xia Die Wu's body, who was still crouching in the distance. With a flick of her wrist, the curtain beside her turned into a soft whip. She lifted her hand and struck Xia Die Wu's body fiercely.

  But Xia Die was sealed with acupoints, so she could only let the soft whip wrapped in the canopy hit her body, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

  "Aren't you vomiting blood? I'll make you vomit real blood." Feng Ao Tian said, and then he hit her.

  The cat stood on one side, looking at Feng Ao Tian holding Mu Han Jin, dancing the Summer Butterfly Dance. He raised an eyebrow and stood in place, watching as a spectator.

  Before long, Xia Die Wu was beaten to the ground, unable to move. Feng Ao Tian's palm moved slightly, and the silk handkerchief in his hand turned into powder. He said in a low voice, "This cousin of yours is so eager, I'm afraid I can't disappoint her. Your body looks weak even to me, how can it withstand her torture? However, I have prepared six people to serve your cousin well, what do you think?"

  Mu Hanjin's gaze remained on Feng Ao Tian, seeing her looking at him, he blinked his eyes and smiled lightly, "Very good."

  Xia Die was beaten until she spat blood and couldn't speak, lying on the ground with tears in her eyes, staring at the person in front of her, listening to her words, and shaking her head hastily.

  "Feng Ao Tian continued in a low voice, 'Bring her here immediately and serve her well.'"

  "Yes." A voice sounded, and immediately, six men were sent in.

  The old cat fixed his eyes on them, weren't these the six men with inverted stomachs that he saw following the master to the Hibiscus Pavilion just now? A glint of sharp light flashed in his eyes, and it turned out that the master had expected this a long time ago, so he deliberately found these people for her.

  The butterfly danced and lifted her eyes, blinking desperately to clear her vision. The man in front of her had a chilling appearance, making her want to struggle free. A wave of fear swept through her body as she shook her head violently, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Second Brother, save me."

  Mu Hanjin never looked at her from start to finish. In his eyes now, apart from Feng Ao Tian, there was no one else.

  Feng Ao Tian snapped his fingers, and a pill fell into Xia Die Wu's mouth. She didn't have time to speak before swallowing it down. She stared at Feng Ao Tian in horror, "What is this?"

  Phoenix Arrogance ignored her, waiting for the six men with unusual faces to slowly approach her. As her acupoints were released, she struggled to get up from the ground, but was caught by two burly men with beards and a ferocious expression, who grabbed her arms. Another man with a drooling mouth and slanted eyes came forward, sticking out his tongue to add saliva to her face. Two other men with pointed mouths and monkey-like cheeks lifted her legs, while another man with a pockmarked face and a lewd expression tore off her bellyband and underwear, exposing her slender figure.

  "No, don't." Xia Die Wu shook her head desperately, and when she looked up, she saw the two ferocious men biting down on her arm, while her legs were also in pain. She felt like her entire body was being torn apart. At this moment, a wave of fire suddenly swept away all her rationality, and she actually had a reaction, a low hum escaping from the corner of her mouth, "Hmm..."

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his eyes and gazed at Mu Han Jin, "Are you admiring the Spring Palace painting here or following me back?"

  "Go back." Mu Hanjin replied with his last breath, and then spat out blood.

  Feng Ao's eyes sank, and he suddenly remembered that he had spat up blood today. He hastily wrapped his arms around him and flew away, ordering the cat butler, "Keep an eye on things for me."

  "Master..." The cat was about to follow up, but heard Feng Ao Tian's command, and suddenly hung his face, turned around, looking at the chaotic scene in the inner hall. He suddenly felt a wave of nausea, then turned around, covering his ears, using a handkerchief to cover his mouth, with a look of disgust, he walked out of the house.

  The maid outside had been killed by Feng Ao Tian, and Cat Gongzi looked at the bloodstains on the ground with a wave of disgust, so he flew up to the rooftop, where the sound of extravagance still lingered in his ears.

  Moxian Yao and Mrs. Moxiao Lao waited for a long time, but did not see Moxian Jin return.

  "Could it be that something has really happened to Die Wu?" Mrs. Mu asked worriedly.

  "Mother, don't worry, I'll go take a look." Mu Han said, looking at Mrs. Mu from afar.

  "I'll go with you." said Mrs. Mu anxiously.

  "Good." Mu Han Yao supported Mu Lao Fu Ren as she stepped out of the hall and saw two figures falling down.

  Mu Han looked up and saw him, then quickly knelt down on the ground, "Your subject greets Your Majesty!"

  Mrs. Mu looked at Feng Ao Tian, her eyes flashing with a hint of surprise, and immediately knelt down, "The old woman greets Your Majesty!"

  "Get up." Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Jin, who had already fainted and was leaning weakly in her arms.

  Mu Han Yao supported the old lady as she stood up, then looked at Mu Han Jin in Feng Ao Tian's arms.

  "What's wrong with Second Brother?" Mu Han stepped forward, asking anxiously.

  "It was your good sister who drugged you." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, otherwise, it wouldn't have caused vomiting blood and fainting.

  Mrs. Mu Lao was taken aback, "Butterfly Dance is confused."

  Mu Han looked at Feng Ao Tian from afar and said, "Your Majesty, I'll take you to the residence of your second brother."

  "Good." Feng Ao Tian looked at him and then walked forward.

  Mrs. Mu was now beyond caring about anything and followed him forward.

  As they arrived at Mu Hanjin's courtyard, Feng Ao Tian hurriedly carried Mu Hanjin to the inner hall and placed him on the bed. Then he sat cross-legged and began to help Mu Hanjin circulate his energy to heal his injuries.

  Mu Han Yao and Mrs. Hou were in the hall, anxiously waiting.

  "Will Jian'er be okay?" Mrs. Mu looked at the bed, where Mu Hanjian was lying with his head bowed and face pale, anxiously holding onto Mu Han's hand, fearing that she would faint at any moment.

  Mu Han turned his gaze and looked at Mrs. Mu Lao, "Mother, don't worry, the Emperor is currently treating Er Ge's wounds, he will wake up soon."

  "That's good." Mrs. Mu raised her eyes and gazed at Feng Ao Tian, with a flicker of indescribable emotions in her gaze.

  About an hour later, Feng Ao Tian slowly withdrew his power, got out of bed, laid him flat, covered him with a brocade quilt, took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he stood up, walked to the hall, picked up the pen and paper by his side, wrote quickly, looked at Mu Han Yao and said: "Hurry up and send someone to decoct the medicine, it must be done within half an hour."

  "Yes." Mu Han took it and handed it over to the housekeeper beside him, "Go quickly."

  "Yes, young master." The butler took it with both hands and quickly exited the hall.

  Mu Han looked up at Feng Ao, who had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He pulled out a black silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her. "Your Majesty, how is the second prince?"

  "For the time being, I won't die." Feng Ao Tian thought about where Xia Die Wu had found such a potent Soft Tendon Powder that could actually stir up the emotional curse within his body.

  She raised her hand, took the silk handkerchief from Mu Han's hand, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and looked at Mrs. Mu beside her, "Madam, today is already late, he has no major problems, you should go back and rest."

  Mrs. Mu hesitated for a moment and looked at Feng Ao Tian in front of her, then quickly replied, "The old woman is not tired, please let the emperor allow the old woman to stay here."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at her determination and didn't say anything more. He turned his gaze to Mu Han Yao, "West Wing, send someone over tomorrow."

  "It is." Mu Han Yao had already clearly understood the outcome of Xia Die Wu, for the emperor, anyone who dared to touch her would definitely have a terrible outcome.

  Feng Ao Tian turned around and stepped into the inner hall, sitting beside Mu Han Jin, holding his hand in her own. It was even colder than before. The soft tendon dispersal had accelerated the spread of the poison, and the toxins would spread faster now. His days were numbered, not many left. No, she must find a way to break the love curse before it's too late.

  Mu Han gazed at Feng Ao's tightly furrowed eyebrows, his eyes flashing with coldness. He knew that his second brother's injuries must be severe. He turned to look at the old lady, "Mother, let me help you sit down."

  "Good." Mrs. Murong also observed Feng Ao Tian's expression, and with what she had just seen of Murong Han Jin's delicate movements, she couldn't help but sigh, this was truly fate.

  Time flew by, and after half an hour, the housekeeper walked in with a bowl of medicine, Mu Han personally took it over and stepped into the inner hall.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Give it to me."

  "Yes." Murong Yan handed her the medicine in his hand.

  She took it over, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it lightly, then helped Mu Hanjin sit up and leaned her against her own chest, feeding her the medicine herself.

  Mo Han Yao stood beside him, silently watching. He saw Mo Han Jin's gentleness, tension and concern, and for some reason, at this moment, a hint of jealousy and admiration suddenly arose in his heart.

  Feng Ao Tian finished feeding the medicine and put the bowl aside, then looked up at Mu Han Yao and said, "You'll be fine after a night's sleep."

  "Hmm." Mu Han nodded remotely.

  Feng Ao Tian saw that he was in a state of mind, got up and held his hand, "Accompany me for a walk."

  "Good." Mu Han Yao nodded again, allowing her to lead him, turning around and leaving the inner hall.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Mrs. Mu in front of him and said, "Madam, you go in and accompany him."

  "Many thanks to Your Majesty," replied Mrs. Miao emotionally, and then, with the support of her maid, she stepped into the inner hall.

  Feng Ao Tian held Mu Han Yao's hand and left the house, walking in Mu Han Jin's courtyard. He raised his eyes to look at him, "Where is your courtyard?"

  "Next door." Murong Yan pointed to the right and said.

  "Go take a look at your own courtyard!" Feng Ao Tian looked in the direction he was pointing, stepped out of Mu Han Jin's courtyard and walked towards his own.

  A cold wind blew, scattering his hair. Now he had shed his silver armor and wore a plain brown robe. His stern face showed an unspeakable chilliness. He glanced sideways, gazing at Feng Ao Tian. At this moment, his heart was unusually calm.

  Feng Ao Tian stepped into the courtyard, where a hundred-year-old green pine stood. Underneath it was placed a Go board, and on the other side were various weapons. She raised her eyes to look at him, "What do you usually do when you have nothing to do?"

  "Practicing martial arts, playing chess." Mu Han looked at Feng Ao Tian from afar, knowing that she was asking a rhetorical question, but still gave a straightforward answer.

  "Feng Ao Tian smiled shallowly and said, 'How about going down with me for a game?'"

  "I obey." Mu Han Yao replied solemnly without a smile.

  "If I win, you'll smile at me." Feng Ao Tian said with a lingering thought of seeing an iceberg smile.

  "Good." Mu Han Yao was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in response.

  "If I lose, I'll grant you one thing." Feng Ao Tian said immediately.

  "Good." Murong Yan nodded again.

  The moonlight is swaying, under the green pine tree, the two of them sat down immediately. Mu Hanjin held a black piece and Feng Ao Tian held a white piece, quietly playing chess.

  Yue Qiguo, Xing Wuyun had been in an exceptionally irritable mood since the day he saw Feng Ao Tian's painting made by Ye Wei Xi. For several days, his mind was filled with thoughts of that damned painting.

  He raised the wine jug, tilted his head and took a sip. His bright yellow shirt fluttered in the wind. He hadn't gone to the Hibiscus Pavilion today, but was instead at the wine tower opposite it. Lying sideways on the soft couch, his handsome face was stunning, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that shone with an enchanting gaze. His red lips curled up into a charming smile.

  Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun's dispirited appearance, his eyes flashing with a hint of cold severity, "If you continue to be like this, in the future, don't appear before me again."

  Xing Wuyun slightly turned his gaze, looking towards Wei Zimo inside the beaded curtain, took another sip of wine, then got up from the soft couch, swaying unsteadily with each step as he walked towards him, "What's wrong with me? I'm just drinking, isn't this how I always am?"

  "Wei Zi Mo let out a cold hum, 'Have you taken a liking to Feng Ao Tian?'"

  "Rubbish." Xing Wuyun raised the hand holding the wine jug, pointing at Wei Zimo and waving it. "I'm Xing Wuyun, elegant and unrestrained, always free-spirited, surrounded by beauties, how could I possibly take a liking to a man?"

  "Why are you like this?" Wei Zuo's lips under the veil hooked slightly, and then he raised his hand, tossing the cup in his hand onto his wrist.

  Xing Wuyun dodged with a swift movement and looked at him, "Drinking wine, what's so strange about it?"

  "Is that so?" Wei Zuo said in a low, mysterious tone. "The fifth prince of Wu Yue just left a few days ago, and he had a box in his hand, which was extremely precious. Inside it was a painting of a honeysuckle flower done by Feng Ao Tian himself. Do you know what the honeysuckle flower represents?"

  "What does it have to do with me?" Xing Wuyun irritably interrupted Wei Zimeng's words, then pushed open the window, raised his eyes and looked at the opposite Furan Pavilion, before turning around and leaving.

  Wei Zimo watched as Xing Wuyun's figure disappeared, the cinnabar between his eyebrows emitting a faint glow. He shook his head and said, "Let's see how long you can evade."

  Ye Mei Xing sat in the carriage, stroking the box in her arms, feeling extremely pleased.

  Outside the carriage, Xiang Han replied in a low voice, "Your Highness, the Emperor...the Emperor is now unconscious."

  "Hmm?" Ye Mei Xi's smile faded, her enchanting face flashing with a hint of gloom.

  Xiang Han continued, "Last night, the Emperor began to fall into a coma. It seems that the Crown Prince wants to ascend to the throne before the Emperor returns."

  "In early summer, beside him, said, 'Now, the Wu Yue country has a strange movement, the prince will also borrow this, eliminate dissidents, and certainly will take the second prince down.'"

  "Hmm." Ye Xi replied faintly, "First, let's find out why the Emperor is unconscious."

  "Yes." Xiang Han replied.

  "Is there any news about the Third Prince?" Ye Mei Xing asked faintly.

  "The third prince secretly allied with the second prince." Chūxià continued, "The crown prince also sensed their union and set up this situation."

  "In secret, help the second prince with one arm's strength. Before returning to the main palace, we absolutely cannot let the crown prince succeed." Ye Xuan Xi lowered his head, stroking the box in his arms, his tone extremely light.

  "Yes." Xiang Han and Chu Xia responded in unison.

  Ji Bai has been dead for half a month, and the entire military camp is still in mourning. Because Ji Bai's position in the hearts of the soldiers was only comparable to that of Mu Han Yao and Leng Qian Ye. Now, he has died tragically, and what's more, no murderer can be found, which makes them feel so resentful?

  Leng Qianye also received a secret letter from Feng Ao Tian, and he was also enlightened by the doubts in the military book. He looked at the familiar handwriting, thinking, but didn't know how Han Yao was doing in the capital now?

  The country has not mobilized its troops since the last witch tribe incident, and he also set up defenses according to Feng Ao Tian's orders. The grain and grass are abundant, now only lacking in military equipment, and who is the person doing the fine work in this military camp?

  The next day before dawn, Feng Ao Tian looked at the chessboard in front of him, raised his eyes and looked towards Mu Han Yao, "Draw."

  "Hmm." Mu Han Yao responded, raising his eyes to look at Feng Ao Tian. In this world, there were very few people who could end up in a draw with him.

  Feng Ao Tian raised himself, stretched out his arms and gazed at him. "Since it's a draw, neither of us wins or loses. You smile at me, and I'll grant you one request, how about that?"

  Mu Han looked up at Feng Ao Tian from afar, and his eyes dimmed for a moment. This was clearly just a ruse, as he didn't respond to the call.

  "Feng Ao Tian continued, 'You don't speak up, it means you agree. Today, I won't let you laugh. Another day, you can laugh at me.'"

  Mu Han Yao was stunned again, when did he agree?

  "Your Majesty..." Mu Han Yao opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

  "What do you want me to do for you?" Feng Ao Tian stepped forward, looking at him and asked.

  "I haven't thought it through yet." Murong Yan replied in agreement with Feng Ao Tian's words.

  Feng Ao Tian nodded, "Alright, tell Grandfather once you've thought it through."

  "Hmm." Mu Han nodded remotely, raised her eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, suddenly feeling a sense of being calculated by her.

  Feng Ao Tian continued to hold his hand and left the courtyard, walking into Mu Han Jin's courtyard.

  The old cat endured the nausea, listening to a night of screams, he was like a virtual collapse, then flew down, opened the door, a bloody smell with a luxurious taste came rushing in, he finally couldn't bear it, turned around, vomiting non-stop.

  After vomiting until his stomach was empty, and there was nothing left to vomit, he finally stopped. Then, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, he walked in and saw the chaotic scene inside the hall.

  The cat's body was entwined with seven others, Xia Die's face was swollen and red, her body covered in deep purple bruises of varying shades, her hair disheveled, her body smeared with filth, a pool of blood beneath her, the scene was utterly ghastly, she stared wide-eyed, already dead.

  The other six men were no exception, all of them lying on her body, having stopped breathing.

  The old cat rushed out of the house, then flew away and returned to the imperial bedroom. He ordered people to prepare a bath, hurriedly got in, and kept washing, but still felt that the nausea was hard to dispel.

  Feng Ao Tian and Mu Han Yao entered the house and saw Old Lady Mu holding Mu Han Jin's hand, leaning on one side to rest.

  She stepped inside and walked to the bedside. Mrs. Mu seemed to have reacted and immediately opened her eyes, then stood up.

  "The old woman requests an audience with Your Majesty!"

  "Get up." Feng Ao Tian said lightly, then sat down and covered Mu Hanjin's forehead.

  Mo Hanjin slowly came to and saw Feng Ao Tian staring at him, his mouth curved into a gentle smile. "Your Majesty!"

  "Is your body feeling a bit better?" Feng Ao Tian asked softly.

  "It's much better now." Mu Hanjin replied, then got up and raised his eyes to see that Mu Han Yao and Old Lady Mu were also there. He said in a low voice, "Letting big brother and mother worry."

  "Jing'er, Mother didn't expect Butterfly Dance to do such a thing to you." Mrs. Mu said with heartache as she looked at Mu Hanjing.

  "Mother." Mu Hanjin got down from the bed and went forward, holding Mu Lao's hand. "Mother, let me help you back to the house to rest."

  "Good." Mrs. Mu knew that he was now unimpeded and put her mind at ease, so she let him support her as they walked towards the inner hall.

  "Your Majesty, I'll take my leave first." Mrs. Mu said to Feng Ao Tian with a bow.

  "Madam, take a good rest." Feng Ao Tian said, looking at Mu's elderly lady.

  Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and smiled at Feng Ao Tian, supporting Mu Old Madam as she left.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Mu Han Yao, "I'm going back to the palace, this matter is now left to you."

  "Yes." Mu Han Yao responded, then followed Feng Ao Tian out of the house, seeing her off as she left.

  Feng Ao Tian returned to the Emperor's bedroom and heard the sound of water coming from behind the screen. She walked in and saw that Cat Gong Gong was lying in the bathtub, taking a bath.

  He did not sense Feng Ao Tian's aura, so now he seemed at a loss, hastily covering his body with both hands, and looking up at Feng Ao Tian, "Master, you..."

  Feng Ao Tian took another step forward, gazing at him, the makeup on his face had been removed, revealing an absolutely beautiful complexion, a pair of beautiful eyes misted over with a layer of water vapor, like reality and fantasy, water droplets slowly dripping down from his face, truly intoxicating.

  Feng Ao Tian cursed silently in his heart, with such a good complexion, why would he want to cut himself off, then turned around and walked out of the screen.

  The old cat watched Feng Ao Tian leave, and suddenly let out a breath of relief. He lowered his head, looked at the water, patted his chest, and thought to himself: "It's all right, it's all right. I mustn't let her see me before I get into bed."

  Si Xi had been waiting outside the palace and saw Feng Ao Tian come out, so he hurriedly walked in, "Your Majesty, I'm here to attend to your washing and dressing."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian responded, after dressing properly, she immediately walked out of the inner hall.

  The cat came out from behind the screen, already dressed up by itself, but without makeup. It hastily covered its face with a handkerchief and walked out of the inner hall to stand beside Feng Ao Tian's side. "Master, if you care about your servant, don't make me do that kind of thing again next time."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and smiled, "Don't you go and get that face of yours painted."

  "Yes, I'll go now." The cat official hastily replied, then turned and left.

  Lan Jing went to the Emperor's Chamber every day to report, it seemed to have become his habit. Yi Mu and Gu Ye Feng were having breakfast in the palace at this time.

  Feng Ao Tian saw Lan Yun Shu looking like she hadn't slept all night and asked, "What did you do last night?"

  Lan Yun stood by her side, first stunned, then said, "I have been in the palace all along."

  "Is that so?" Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and pulled him into his arms, stretching out to stroke his eyebrows, "What's the explanation for the dark circles under your eyes?"

  "I am worried about the southern city and couldn't sleep well last night." Lan Jing replied with his head bowed.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, raised his hand, and saw a scratch on the palm of his hand. His eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, "What's this?"

  Lan Yun Shu looked at the scratches on his hand and was taken aback, "I don't know." It's strange, how did he not notice it, and there wasn't even any pain?

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, "You pushed a wheelchair for Gu Ye Feng yesterday?"

  "It is indeed." Lan Jing nodded in response.

  "It seems his wheelchair needs to be replaced." Feng Ao Tian said in a low voice, then entered the house, drew a rough sketch, and threw it at the cat gonggong who had just entered the bedroom, "Make one with the best xuan iron according to this."

  "Yes." The cat butler stared at the sketch in his hand, which was a wheelchair. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian with a sour expression, "Master, you're being too kind to that fool, aren't you?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at Master Cat and said, "You're heartbroken about his hand."

  The old cat said with a smirk, "How come you don't care about me? Yesterday I was so sick that I vomited all night and this morning my intestines almost came out."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and said, "If you don't go now, I'll throw you into the Lotus Pavilion."

  The old cat listened, revealing a hint of resentment in his eyes, and walked out with a swish of his tail.

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian. When she heard what she had just said, a warm current flashed through his heart.

  Feng Ao Tian stood up, took over the golden wound medicine and gauze, bandaged him well, and then said, "Have breakfast."

  "Thank you, Your Majesty." Lan Yun Shu replied softly with his head still lowered.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with such an expression, a corner of his mouth curled up, and then jokingly said, "How are you going to thank me?"

  Lan Yun raised her eyes and met her sly smile, hastily lowering her head, her face slightly red, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

  Feng Ao Tian hooked up his chin, and lightly pecked at the corner of his lips, "Let's go."

  Lan Jing stared blankly at her and sat down with her.

  Master Feng's personal attendant, Mr. Lao, walked in with a bowl of medicine, looked at Lan Xing beside Feng Ao Tian, and handed the medicine to her, "Master, you didn't drink it yesterday."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and continued to ask, "Then make up for it today."

  "The servant has already cooked it for you." The cat continued to say, "Next time can't be done, otherwise, the master's previous drink will all be in vain."

  "Master, all the remaining wealthy merchants in the southern city were killed last night." The soul's voice sounded solemnly.

  Digression

  Alas... Lemon silently slipped away...

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