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  At the same time, Yu Luo Huang also received Feng Ao Tian's marriage proposal. In the magnificent bedroom with golden decorations and curtains, a man sat upright on the soft couch, his face hidden behind the golden curtain.

  Just from the force with which he clenched that notice in his hand, one could feel the chill emanating from his entire body.

  Before the emperors of both countries could react, an hour later, rumors about Feng Qiuhuang and Le Qiguo's fourth prince, Yueluo Guo's third prince, spread like wildfire.

  The previous speculation has now been confirmed, and people from various countries are discussing it enthusiastically.

  Phoenix Perch Empire actually brazenly sent a marriage proposal to the emperors of two countries, summoning the two princes into the palace as consorts. This move is unprecedented in history and has never been seen before. In the past thousand years, which newly risen second-rate country dared to send such a message to the two great powers? More importantly, since ancient times, when has there ever been a man entering the palace as a consort? This is an insult to the two countries, and the common people can't help but feel that Phoenix Perch Empire is too arrogant.

  Le Qi Guo, Xing Wu Yun was drinking wine elegantly when he heard the news, the wine that had entered his throat was suddenly choked out, and he coughed violently, with an incredulous expression, staring at Wei Zi Miao.

  But after calming down, he burst out laughing, the laughter echoing throughout the wine tower, and even the entire street could hear his wild and unbridled laughter. When he laughed until he was out of breath, with tears in the corners of his eyes, panting, "She really can think of such an idea."

  Wei Zemu snorted, his cold and elegant eyes gleaming with a hint of obscurity. He stood up straight, "I'd like to see what she's got that can make me take her back."

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback and hastily got up, walking forward to look at Wei Zimo, "What if she really thought of a way?"

  "Then I'll get married." Wei Zimo's thin lips, hidden behind the veil, slightly raised and faintly opened.

  Xing Wuyun waved his hand and said, "You're crazy."

  Wei Zimo turned her gaze, looking at him, "You don't want to?"

  Xing Wuyun curled his lip and said, "If you want to go, then go, I'm not going."

  He had thought of using Feng Ao Tian to get out of the marriage, but he never thought that he would be the one to take the fall. Thinking about the men around Feng Ao Tian, and then thinking about himself wearing a wedding dress, and then marrying another man, he felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Anyway, my imperial brother won't let me go, if I really went, what would happen to Luo Qi Guo's face?"

  "Wei Zimo sneered and said, 'Then let's see Feng Ao Tian's skills.'"

  Xing Wuyun's mouth curled up, he was certain that relying on Leiling's temperament, doing so would be an insult to him, and he certainly wouldn't, on the contrary, he might even make some shocking moves.

  Just as he was thinking, he received a summons from Leiling. He slightly turned his gaze towards Wei Ziyu and said, "Alright, I'll be right back."

  Wei Zong stood with his hands behind him in front of the window, his expression unreadable. His bright red changshan made him stand out as if he were from another world, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows emitted a faint, ethereal glow.

  Xing Wuyun flew into the imperial palace, still wearing a goose-yellow brocade robe, looking elegant and unrestrained, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. "Your younger brother pays respects to Your Majesty."

  Lei Ling lightly waved his hand, and the letter in his hand landed at his feet. Xing Wu Yun pretended to be unaware, bent down to pick it up, opened it, and took a look. The words inside were concise and clear, with a hint of arrogance, especially the last sentence: "Forever bound together" - four big characters that made Xing Wu Yun feel an urge to crumple the letter. He raised his eyes, looking at Lei Ling with a surprised expression, "Imperial brother, this...this..."

  "Hmph, tell me, what's your relationship with her?" Leiling took in Xing Wuyun's expression completely.

  Xing Wu Yun lowered his eyes and said, "Imperial brother, I'm afraid that when I went to Feng Guo last time, I accidentally bumped into her. Afterwards, when I left, she must have known my true identity. It's probably because of this matter that she harbors hatred towards me in her heart. Imperial brother, if you acknowledge this matter, my reputation is small, but your face is big. In the future, what dignity will Leiqi Guo still have among other countries?"

  Leiling is now in a state of furious anger, and upon hearing Xing Wuyun's words, he feels that there is some truth to them. He falls into deep thought, not daring to make the slightest sound within the palace.

  After a long while, Yue Ling's expression slightly eased up, and he looked at him, "She dares to look down on the country of Yue Qi, then I will give her a show of color."

  "What does the emperor mean?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and asked him.

  "I order you to personally lead 200,000 troops and horses to attack Feng Qi country. If you lose, don't come back." Leiling said in a deep voice.

  Xing Wuyun was taken aback, raised his eyes and looked at Leiling, "Imperial brother, why is it my younger brother? Are you not afraid that she will snatch him away from me?"

  Leiling's face sank, looking at him, "Hmph, your little thoughts, don't think that I don't know. If you're really robbed, from now on, I'll consider you dead."

  Xing Wuyun felt even more bitter upon hearing this. He clearly wasn't getting what he wanted, and had thought that Leiling would show him favoritism. But instead, he was being asked to take the lead himself. He reluctantly agreed, then retreated, looking up at the cloudless sky before him, yet feeling as though dark clouds were gathering. Shaking his head, sighing, he muttered to himself, "It's truly a case of 'you reap what you sow'."

  He returned to the wine tower with a huff, and when he looked at Wei Zuo Mo, he hung his head in despair, lying weakly on the soft couch. "I really don't know what my imperial brother is thinking, actually letting me lead troops to attack Feng Qi country? Isn't this obviously setting me up for failure?"

  Wei Zong Mo glanced sideways at Xing Wu Yun with a hint of disdain, "Don't you have any confidence in dealing with Feng Ao Tian?"

  "She's full of tricks, and what's more, I had also agreed to something with her at the beginning. This time, if she clings to this, I'll definitely be in a desperate situation." Xing Wuyun looked up, his face filled with sorrow.

  Wei Zimo looked at him with a mixture of schadenfreude and curiosity, saying in a low voice, "Is there another way to get you out of this predicament?"

  "What's going on?" Xing Wuyun's eyes sparkled with bright light as he looked at Wei Zimo.

  "If the Fourth Prince is dead, then it's all settled." Wei Zemu said calmly.

  "You think Feng Ao Tian didn't think of it, but she clearly wrote that one must see the person when they're alive and see the corpse when they're dead." Xing Wu Yun lay down dejectedly, as if thinking of something again, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Zi Mo, "Fine, you actually dare to make me take my own life."

  "Where has your usual ruthlessness gone? Where has your usual heartlessness been thrown away? Where has your usual carefreeness been lost?"

  Xing Wuyun listened to Wei Zimo's words and sneered, "Then where did your usual calmness and pride go?"

  Wei Zemu raised her eyes and looked into the distance, "I've always been very calm."

  "Hmph, I've always been carefree." Xing Wuyun snorted with laughter, seemingly stimulated by Wei Zimo's words and suddenly enlightened. He slapped the table and said, "Retreating without a fight is really not my style. If we're going to fight, let's fight! What's the worst that could happen? We'll just meet Feng Ao Tian again. It's not like we'll lose any flesh."

  Wei Zimo looked at him with a deadpan expression and said slowly, "Mm, won't be short of meat, but will be short of something else."

  Xing Wuyun turned his gaze, changing the gloomy atmosphere of a moment ago, and smiled brightly, "That's right, anyway, she had already touched me before, and even kissed me, I don't care, as for you, I wonder what your royal brother has in mind."

  Wei Zimo listened to Xing Wuyun's mockery, then turned his gaze, and that sentence touched him, kissed him, and completely destroyed the sanity he had worked hard to bring back in the past few days. There was a great danger of undoing all his previous efforts. He raised his hand, and the palm wind pierced through the bead curtain, striking Xing Wuyun.

  Xing Wuyun hastily dodged and hid, looking at Wei Zimo, "Ah, hit the sore spot."

  Wei Zemu's eyes flashed with coldness, and he immediately struck out with his palm. Xing Wuyun was also suppressing his temper, which wanted to erupt. Thus, he no longer dodged, but instead met Wei Zemu's palm wind head-on. In an instant, the two of them began fighting.

  Wu Yue Country, Ye Mei Xi these two days because of the matter of Nan Hui Guo's ring, secretly investigated the truth. Meanwhile, the special envoy of Nan Hui Guo has been urging him repeatedly, making him extremely annoyed. Is it possible that he received a secret letter from Feng Ao Tian, telling him to be patient? He will definitely turn against Nan Hui Guo. Does he think Wu Yue Country is easy to bully?

  Just now, he received the news that Feng Ao Tian is going to marry the two princes of Le Qi Guo and Yu Luo Guo. He hooked his lips, with a face full of anger, sitting on the soft couch, secretly hurt.

  Although he knew that Feng Ao Tian was doing this because the two of them had planned it beforehand, when he heard that there would be another person by her side, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart. How much longer would he have to wait for days like this? Thinking about how she was now laughing and chatting with someone else, he couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart.

  Xuanyuan Hu was furious when he heard the shocking news, and his anger almost overturned the entire palace. He then stormed out of the imperial palace.

  The attendants outside the bedroom had never seen the emperor make such a big fire before, and they couldn't help but feel a little scared.

  Xuanyuan Yu left the imperial palace and arrived at a residence, this courtyard was where his mother often brought him when he was young, every time he felt lonely and unhappy, he would come here. He flew down and entered the house in a few steps, then lay on the bed, raised his head, staring at the beam, as if thinking deeply.

  Feng Ao Tian sat on the soft couch in the study, reviewing the memorials one by one, which had been accumulated for a long time and were very important.

  When Gu Ye Feng woke up, it was already sunset. He propped himself up with his hands and sat up, looking around at the decorations. He lowered his head to look at the dragon and phoenix brocade quilt covering him, and gently shifted his body, feeling a wave of pain in his collarbone. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly as he thought about what had happened today, and suddenly his face looked unnatural. Hurriedly closing his eyes, he opened them again abruptly and shouted loudly, "Where is everyone?"

  Feng Ao Tian heard the voice coming from the inner hall, put down the imperial brush in her hand, got up from the soft couch, and walked straight into the inner hall. She saw Gu Ye Feng staring at her with wide eyes.

  Feng Ao took a step forward and sat down beside him, raising his hand to cover his forehead. He was taken aback at first, then quickly turned his head away, dodging.

  "I want to go back to the mansion." Gu Ye Feng's face was uncontrollably flushed with a hint of red, and he said in a low voice.

  "Let me take a look at the wound." Feng Ao Tian didn't respond to his words, but instead raised her hand, and with a gentle tug of her slender fingers, the silk belt around his waist was untied. As she was about to remove his shirt, he suddenly raised his hands, clutching his shirt together, and due to the sudden movement, he pulled on the wound again, causing a wave of pain to spread throughout his body without warning. He furrowed his brow, staring at her.

  Feng Ao Tian saw his appearance and his eyes sank, "What's wrong?"

  Gu Ye Feng raised his eyes and saw that Cat Uncle was standing beside Feng Ao Tian. He hastily turned away, not daring to look at her. "There's an outsider."

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his words, raised her eyes and looked at Master Cat, "Go prepare dinner."

  "Hmph, it's all done, what's the shame?" The tom cat flicked his tail and turned away, as if he was willing to watch.

  Feng Ao Tian waited for Master Cat to exit the inner hall, then lifted his hand and gently placed him on the dragon bed. He pushed away the hands grasping his clothes, pulled down his shirt, and saw that blood had seeped out from his collarbone. His eyes darkened again, "If you dare to move another inch, I'll devour you."

  Gu Ye Feng raised his eyes and stared at her, saying unyieldingly, "You dare."

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head, biting his lip fiercely, and when he was stunned, he left, staring at him, "There's nothing in this world that I, your grandfather, dare not do."

  Gu Ye Feng hastily turned his head away, avoiding her gaze. He knew he was completely done for. The only thing he couldn't understand was how he had ended up falling in love with a man.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, still a bit awkward, but with a faint smile, and opened the white cloth on his body. Seeing that the wound was still bleeding, he cleaned it again and re-bandaged it. Looking at him, "Are you going back to the manor or not?"

  "Where is my wheelchair?"

  Feng Ao Tian said calmly, "You ask despite knowing."

  Gu Ye Feng hastily turned his gaze and stared at her, "Then how should I go out in the future?"

  "What are you going out for?" Feng Ao Tian asked casually.

  "I am not a pet raised by the emperor, loved when he is in a good mood and discarded like a worn-out shoe when he is bored." Gu Ye Feng thought that she was a man at the same time, but also the emperor of this kingdom. Since all emperors are heartless, he suddenly felt that he had been bewitched, which was why he inexplicably let her into his eyes and heart.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head and looked at him, "Indeed, it's Master's pet, a small dog with its teeth bared."

  Gu Ye Feng listened to her echo, again gasping for breath, hurriedly trying to get up, but was pressed down by Feng Ao Tian, whose fingertips brushed against his lips. "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

  Gu Ye Feng looked at her and growled, "I want to leave."

  Feng Ao Tian saw him being so stubborn, lowered his head, and covered his lips again, fiercely biting them. His arms were forced to be intertwined with hers, while his legs couldn't move, and his upper body was locked in place by her. He let her devour him, the domineering kiss sweeping away all his thoughts, gradually calming down his anger, and becoming immersed in her passionate and strong kiss.

  She saw him calm down a lot, licking his lips, lowering her eyelids and staring at him, "Listen."

  Gu Ye Feng let out a cold snort, turned his head away, not wanting to look at her. Some people were always able to easily pluck the strings of his heart, making him feel utterly helpless towards her.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and stroked his cheek with the tip of his finger, then pulled up his clothes, "You don't need to attend the morning court for the next few days, take good care of your injury."

  "I'm not that weak." The stubbornness in Gu Ye Feng's bones was acting up, he wasn't her pampered pet raised in the palace.

  Feng Ao Tian lightly bit his earlobe, "Say it again?"

  Gu Ye Feng felt a numbness spreading to his ears, and suddenly, his heartstrings tightened, he hastily turned around, but bumped into her lips, instantly widening his eyes, staring at her.

  Feng Ao Tian's lips curled up slightly as he raised his hand and covered his eyes, "You're not fully recovered from your injuries, you're not allowed to leave this place."

  Gu Ye Feng felt the softness on his lips and the warmth in his eyes, he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, then slowly release them, a humming sound escaping from between his nostrils, no longer speaking.

  Feng Ao Tian saw that he was listening, so she covered him with the quilt again, "Lie still and don't move around."

  Gu Ye Feng looked at her gentle eyes and his heart stopped for a moment, then he lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

  She got up and left the inner hall. Gu Ye Feng stared at her back as she walked away, lost in thought, and for a moment found it hard to accept how he had become like this.

  Feng Ao Tian entered the study and saw Lan Jing Shu looking up at him, smiling slightly as she sat beside him, holding his hand. "Jealous?"

  Lan Yun's eyes dropped, and she tightened her grip on his hand, this action was enough to explain everything.

  Feng Ao Tian hooked his lips into a smile, then released his hand, raised his eyes, and met Yi Mu's fleeting gaze.

  She slightly hesitated, but didn't pursue it further. She picked up the memorial again and continued to read through it.

  Lan Xuan felt the warmth in his palm, turned his gaze, and stared at her focused expression. Such an unattainable person, there should be better people accompanying her by her side. And he, now, could get a moment of tenderness from her, shouldn't he be satisfied?

  He gathered his thoughts and picked up the imperial brush, re-examining the memorial.

  The soul rushed in and stood beside Feng Ao Tian, saying, "Master, it's done."

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth slightly hooked, "What news is there about Yue Qi Guo and Yu Luo Guo?"

  Le Qiguo was enraged, and then summoned the fourth prince to the palace, ordering him to lead 200,000 troops to attack Feng Qi country.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth slightly hooked, "What about Yulu Country?"

  "There was no movement at all." The soul also felt curious.

  Feng Ao Tian hooked the corner of his mouth and continued, "No matter, if it's like Leiling, then that would really make me look up to him."

  "Huai bowed his head and said, 'Master, there's one more thing, but it's about that Snow Qiao girl.'"

  "What's this?" Feng Ao Tian asked while looking at the memorial in his hand.

  "Chu Lingtian will be getting married in a few days." The soul said in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian's mouth slightly hooked, "This matter, let Xue Ke decide for herself, I don't care."

  Huan let out a sigh of relief, and a rare smile appeared on his face. After all, since the master didn't intervene, it meant that there was still room for maneuvering in this matter, and it would be handled according to Xue Ke's intentions.

  Feng Ao Tian finished reading the last memorial, then stood up from the soft couch, followed by Lan Yun Shu and Yi Mu, with Hun standing on one side. The four of them left the study and walked to the grand hall.

  Feng Ao Tian lay down on the short bed, and Cat Gong Gong had already prepared dinner and walked in, "Master, it's time for dinner."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and then looked up at Lan Jing Shu and Yi Mu, "Go ahead first, I'll be there later."

  "Yes." Lan Jingxuan and Yi Mu naturally knew that she had something important to attend to, so they nodded in response and walked away to one side.

  The old cat and the meteor also walked to the table, a group of people sat down, none of them moved their chopsticks, but quietly waited for her.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at Hun, "Can you investigate the Empress's matter clearly?"

  "I'm still investigating, but it seems that this matter is related to Xiāo Shī Yuèyī. The soul replied, "That ring was a gift from Xiāo Shī Yuèyī to the Empress."

  Feng Ao Tian hooked his lips and smiled shallowly, "Then continue searching downwards."

  "Yes." Soul replied, and then continued, "Master, the Crown Prince of Beritania has decided to ascend to the throne on the eighth day of next month."

  "Hmm." Feng Ao Tian nodded and asked, "Are there any unusual movements from the other princes?"

  "Open strife and secret struggle, I'm afraid her ascension won't be smooth." Hún replied with a bowed head.

  Feng Ao Tian smiled deeply, "Then let's fight it out, the more chaotic the better."

  "Continue to secretly monitor under the guise of a subordinate." Hún hastily replied, "Master, Yánguó and Tiānyìnguó have jointly petitioned the Xuánmò Emperor, fearing that you will send troops."

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his eyes and asked, "What has Xuan Yuan Hu been doing these past few days since he returned to the country?"

  "Xuanmo Huang has been staying in his own palace for the past two days and hasn't come out. Today, he found out about the engagement and destroyed the entire palace, leaving in a rage." Xun couldn't help but feel strange, what did his master's engagement have to do with him, why would he be so angry?

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his words and smiled even more deeply, continuing, "Yan Gui Guo and Tian Ying Guo are near Fei He Cheng, no need to rush."

  "It is." The soul thought of two small countries, now insignificant, so next, who should take action?

  Feng Ao Tian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Withdraw."

  "Yes." The soul replied and then retreated out.

  Feng Ao Tian stood up and walked to the table, looking at them with a smile, saying "Let's eat."

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes and looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Majesty, Ye Feng?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "He is injured and can only eat some light food for the next few days."

  Lan Yun's book was another daze, and she lowered her eyes, quietly using her chopsticks.

  The old cat hurriedly handed the medicine to Feng Ao Tian, "Master, drink it while it's hot."

  Feng Ao Tian took the bowl, tilted her head back and drank it down. She raised her eyes to find Liu Xing staring at herself, his gaze not quite steady. She put the bowl down, with a hint of a smile, "Still not making a move."

  Meteor got Feng Ao Tian's permission, hastily picked up chopsticks, but unlike the previous few days of big mouthfuls, he looked at her, wanting to speak but hesitating.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Not to your taste?"

  Liuxing looked at Feng Ao Tian, shook his head, and then lowered his head to eat dinner.

  The old cat saw his reduced appetite and continued to raise his hand, heavily tapping on his head, "If you don't like it, then don't eat it. Look at your pitiful appearance."

  Meteor raised her eyes, looked at him and hurriedly smiled, "Who said that."

  As he spoke, he began wolfing down his food.

  The old cat saw him eating hastily and being choked by food, so he quickly poured some soup and put it in front of him, "You really are..."

  Liuxing hastily took a sip of soup, raised her eyes and looked at Master Cat, "I was just a bit tired earlier."

  The old cat raised the corner of his mouth, not believing what he said, but didn't expose him either, and continued to focus on serving dishes for his own master.

  Gu Ye Feng lay on the dragon bed in the inner hall, but he had no intention of sleeping. He listened to the sounds of dinner being served outside and wished he could go out and sit with them. However, thinking about Feng Ao Tian's recent behavior towards him made him lose his enthusiasm again, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed with himself for becoming so useless.

  Feng Ao Tian finished his late dinner, and Si Xi brought over the soup and porridge that Feng Ao Tian had ordered to be stewed early in the morning, along with a few small dishes.

  Feng Ao Tian took over the tray and looked at them a few people, "You all go busy."

  "I bid you farewell." Lan Jing said softly in response to Yi Mu, then retreated out.

  The cat watched as Feng Ao Tian personally carried the tray into the inner hall, and all sorts of envy, jealousy, and resentment surged up in his heart. Had he ever been treated with such care by his master? It seemed that he had truly become a has-been. With a sour tone, he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks while saying, "Hmph, indeed, having a new love means forgetting the old one."

  Feng Ao Tian naturally listened to his words, but did not respond. Instead, he entered the inner hall and saw Gu Ye Feng tightly pursing his lips. Upon seeing Feng Ao Tian enter, he continued, "Who is the new love, who is the old love?"

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him and was actually angry about Master Cat's words, then sat down, "Who are you asking?"

  Gu Ye Feng stared at her, "Am I your new infatuation?"

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand, hooked under his chin, and looked at him for a while, "Not very new."

  Gu Ye Feng raised his hand and brushed hers away, "That's an old love."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his chin and looked at him for a while, "Not too old either."

  Gu Ye Feng suddenly became impatient and was about to stand up, but Feng Ao Tian's eyes flashed coldly as he stared at him, "Not listening again?"

  Gu Ye Feng pursed his lips and turned his head sideways, ignoring her.

  Feng Ao Tian picked up the bowl of soup, "Not new, not old, just right."

  Gu Ye Feng listened to her soft words, turned his head, and finally extinguished his anger. He slowly walked forward, leaned against her, and took the bowl of soup from her hands.

  Feng Ao Tian picked up the spoon, scooped up the soup and handed it to his lips, "Drink."

  Gu Ye Feng didn't hesitate, opening his mouth and drinking the soup in one gulp. His eyes stared at Feng Ao Tian, thinking to himself, what face would he have to meet Yi Wu and Lan Yun Shu with in the future?

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him with a distracted expression and smiled, "Should I set up a new bedroom for you?"

  "No," Gu Ye Feng shook his head, "I'm used to living with Yi Mu."

  "Suit yourself." Feng Ao Tian didn't mind such things either, as long as they were comfortable with themselves.

  Gu Ye Feng drank the soup and then looked at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Majesty, I'll still head back tonight."

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Not willing to be with me?"

  "I'm not ready yet." Gu Ye Feng's heart was still tangled.

  Feng Ao Tian didn't block him and smiled, saying "Then wait until you're ready, I'll move against you again."

  Gu Ye Feng listened to her improper words, and glared at him again, but didn't say anything else, instead quietly eating his porridge.

  After waiting for a while, Feng Ao Tian stood up and said, "Bring in the wheelchair."

  "Yes." The old cat stood outside the inner hall, although he couldn't see what was inside, but he could imagine it, and with a pout on his face, he pushed the wheelchair in.

  Gu Ye Feng looked at the wheelchair pushed by Cat Uncle, which was much different from his previous one, lighter and more flexible.

  Phoenix Arrogant Heaven's big hand wrapped around him, and he fell into her arms. He raised his eyes to meet Phoenix Arrogant Heaven's gaze, wanting to struggle free, but the warmth in her embrace made him feel a little affectionate. So, he let her hold him as she got up from the dragon bed, and then put him in a wheelchair.

  Gu Ye Feng sat on it, raised his hand and placed it on both sides, moving the buttons above, the wheelchair automatically rotated. Feng Ao Tian raised his hand to push the wheelchair, "I'll accompany you back."

  Gu Ye Feng is now filled with curiosity about this new wheelchair, looking up at Feng Ao Tian pushing him, it's indeed a bit uncomfortable, but in his heart, a faint warmth arises.

  The evening wind was blowing gently, and on the quiet path, Feng Ao Tian pushed a wheelchair, walking slowly. He looked up at the sky tonight, then looked down at Gu Ye Feng, recalling the scene of their first meeting.

  She smiled softly, "Is that ancient book now in your possession?"

  Gu Ye Feng listened as Feng Ao Tian suddenly asked about that embarrassing matter, and hastily replied, "It's not with me."

  Feng Ao Tian deliberately made a perfunctory sound, "Oh..."

  Gu Ye Feng listened to her voice, "Your Majesty, I have forgotten the contents inside."

  Feng Ao Tian listened to his self-incriminating words and said, "Hm, I remember. If not, another day, I'll study it thoroughly with you."

  Gu Ye Feng's face turned red, he coughed a few times and said in a low voice, "Scoundrel!"

  "Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, 'Or else, how about tonight?'"

  Gu Ye Feng's face grew even redder, and under the night sky, he exuded an enchanting glow. He said in a low voice, "I am not feeling well."

  Feng Ao Tian's beautiful face was radiant with a rare, cheerful smile. In her eyes, Gu Ye Feng's life had always been simple, his world was always black and white, without any gray areas. It was precisely because of this that he would express all his joys and sorrows on his face, without hiding anything.

  So he is straightforward, whether in words or thoughts.

  Feng Ao Tian felt very at ease with him, because she wouldn't deliberately try to guess his thoughts, just like when she was in front of Cat Gong Gong, she never used any brainpower.

  Unconsciously, they arrived at Yi Mu's bedroom, but Yi Mu had not returned to his bedroom. Instead, he went to Lan Xuan Shu's bedroom, where the two were sitting under a sparse shadow, drinking and chatting.

  She pushed him into the palace, and the attendants had already received the news and were waiting outside the bedroom. Feng Ao Tian pushed him into the side hall, looked at the arrangement inside, and it was exactly the same as his own mansion. She smiled and said, "You, you're always a bookworm."

  Gu Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, "Hmph, if I don't read books for a day, I feel that life is meaningless."

  Feng Ao Tian Xiao looked at him, then turned to his inner hall, looking at the bookshelf on one side, and saw the ancient book he had copied last time. He took it out and looked at him, "Didn't you say it wasn't here?"

  Gu Ye Feng raised his eyes and saw the book in Feng Ao Tian's hand. He gritted his teeth and stepped forward, "That... I forgot."

  Feng Ao Tian opened the ancient book and flipped through a page casually, placing it in front of him, "Read it out to me."

  Gu Ye Feng took a closer look at the page and replied unnaturally, "I have a sore throat."

  Feng Ao Tian poured another cup of hot water and handed it to him, "Drink."

  Gu Ye Feng slowly drank the water, a cup of water, and it took him half an hour to finish, but he still didn't see the bottom. Feng Ao Tian didn't urge him on, instead flipping through the ancient book in his hand while carelessly glancing at Gu Ye Feng.

  Gu Ye Feng hastily lowered his eyes, unsure of what to do.

  Feng Ao Tian then took the cup from his hand and said, "Since you are unwilling to read, let's use practical actions instead."

  Gu Ye Feng hastily and nervously grasped the armrests of his wheelchair, staring at Feng Ao Tian, "Your Majesty, that... I... have not yet made preparations..."

  Feng Ao Tian raised an eyebrow, "What should be done then?"

  Gu Ye Feng pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and looked up at Feng Ao Tian, "Wait until I'm mentally prepared, then read it."

  Feng Ao Tian raised his voice and laughed, then bent down and picked him up from the wheelchair. Gu Ye Feng, who had been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, was surprisingly light, but what surprised him even more was that his skeleton was extraordinary, not like someone born with a disability.

  Feng Ao Tian put him on the bed and raised his hand, ready to pull down his long pants.

  Gu Ye Feng was startled and hastily pulled up his own trousers, "Your Majesty, I'll take care of it myself."

  Feng Ao Tian smiled and said, "Shy?"

  "Who's shy?" Gu Ye Feng hastily replied with a straight face, but the blush on his cheeks had already given everything away.

  Feng Ao Tian lowered his head and chuckled, then removed his hand, pulled down his long pants, raised his hand, and touched the bones of his legs. Gu Ye Feng looked at the shape of his own two legs and suddenly felt inferior, hastily covering himself with a brocade quilt.

  Feng Ao Tian looked at him, "Do you want me to rely on intuition and grope around?"

  Gu Ye Feng hung his head, slowly loosening his grip on the embroidered quilt, closing his eyes, and didn't dare to move.

  Feng Ao Tian lifted the brocade quilt, his hands grasping his knees, all the way to the ankle bones, then covered the brocade quilt over his legs, "Open your eyes."

  Gu Ye Feng opened his eyes and looked at her, "Your Majesty, my leg..."

  His legs were his lifelong pain, and as he looked at Feng Ao Tian, he bit his lip tightly, unsure of how to start speaking.

  "When can't you walk?" Feng Ao Tian asked him.

  "When I was three years old." Gu Ye Feng took a deep breath and replied in a low voice.

  Feng Ao Tian raised his hand and grasped the fist he had clenched in his palm, "Do you know why your legs can't walk?"

  "I don't know." Gu Ye Feng shook his head. "I was still young at that time, and many things have been forgotten. Since I can remember, I've been lying in a wheelchair."

  Feng Ao Tian gazed at him, his eyes dimming for a moment before he got onto the bed and wrapped him in his arms, gently stroking his back. "I'll help you stand up again."

  Gu Ye Feng leaned into her embrace, for the first time, feeling that having someone to rely on was actually so reassuring. All these years, he had sealed himself off in his own narrow world, unwilling to come into contact with others. He was born sensitive, especially when others looked at him with strange eyes, he felt a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Since she first broke into his world and brought him out of the Gu manor, he finally felt that he was still useful, not a complete waste of a person.

  Feng Ao Tian bowed his head, and on his forehead was a shallow imprint, "Take a rest."

  "Uh-huh." Gu Ye Feng nodded, quietly leaning into her arms. Feng Ao Tian lifted his hand and took off the brocade robe on his body, then picked up a casual outfit that was already prepared on one side and put it on him, covering him with the quilt. Watching him fall asleep, she left.

  Waiting for her to leave, Gu Ye Feng opened his eyes, raised his hands and clasped them together, feeling the residual warmth she left behind. He then wrapped himself in the quilt, a smile playing on his lips, and slowly closed his eyes again.

  Feng Ao Tian did not return to the Emperor's bedroom, but instead went to the Jin Xuan Palace of Lan Jing Shu. Under the dim light and shadows, he saw two men with elegant demeanor sitting there. One was wearing a light blue brocade robe, looking gentle as jade, while the other wore a pale pink brocade robe, like a willow swaying in the wind. They had smiles on their faces, seemingly discussing something delightful, laughing together as they gazed at each other, and then raised their cups to drink together.

  Feng Ao Tian did not disturb their elegant gathering, but instead leaned against a willow tree on one side, looking at the two with profound meaning.

  A gentle breeze caressed their faces, the years were quietly good, and they didn't know how long had passed until both of them showed a slight drunken demeanor. Feng Ao Tiancai walked up slowly and stood in front of the two of them.

  Lan Yun Shu raised her eyes, her pupils shrouded in a layer of mist, and the space between her eyebrows and eyes was even more filled with an air of enchantment. She slowly got up, leaned into Feng Ao Tian's arms, and whispered, "Your Majesty..."

  Feng Ao Tian wrapped his arms around his waist and let him lean into his own embrace, "Drunk?"

  Lan Jing's book quietly leaned against her, gazing at her face, a pair of phoenix eyes swept across the faint tenderness, the handsome and jade-like appearance, especially that slightly hooked lip, he slowly raised his hand, gently stroking her cheek, actively offering a kiss.

  Feng Ao Tian's eyes narrowed slightly as she smiled faintly, then turned around and lowered her head to kiss his lips, gently sucking on them.

  "Hmm..." Lan Jingxuan unconsciously let out a low hum, going limp in her deep kiss.

  Feng Ao Tian wrapped his waist, raised his eyes, and Yi Mu held a wine jug in one hand and supported a willow tree on the side with the other. He slowly left the bedroom, looking at his slender waist wrapped in a light silk brocade, his back revealing an unspeakable sorrow and desolation.

  Feng Ao Tian originally wanted to send him away, but the blue crystal book in her arms had already fainted and was unconscious, lying in her arms, whispering softly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

  Feng Ao Tian turned his gaze, looking at Jing Xi, "Send Yi Shi Fei back to the palace."

  "Yes." Jing Xi replied hastily, hurrying to catch up, walking quickly by his side.

  Yi Mu walked on the quiet corridor, gazing at the endless expanse of ink-colored sky before him. A gust of cold wind blew by, lifting his clothes, and his eyebrows were etched with deep worry. His thin, colorless lips curled up slightly, and the dark moon hung in the sky. The palace lanterns flickered on either side, stretching his frail silhouette to an extreme length...

  The road was not long, but it took a long time to walk, and it couldn't reach the end. Yi Mu's hand holding the wine jug slowly relaxed, and the silver wine jug with golden flowers fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. The green wine spilled on the bluestone, revealing endless desolation.

  He walked with a floating pace, one step at a time, looking into the distance, but everything seemed blurry. His foot stepped on empty air, and he fell to the ground.

  Jing Xi hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up, "Yi Shi Fei, are you alright?"

  Yi Mu waved his hand gently and said in a soft voice, "It's nothing, just a bit tipsy."

  He said as he lay down on the cool jade stone, raised his eyes to gaze at the starry sky, and slowly closed his eyes...

  Jing Xi saw him sleeping and hastily ordered someone to lift him up and carefully place him in the sedan chair following behind, carrying him back to the bedroom.

  Feng Ao Tian supported Lan Yun Shu back to the inner hall, placing him on the bed, gazing at his pale skin with a faint pink hue, tightly grasping her sleeve and not letting go, "Your Majesty..."