CHAPTER 708: CHAPTER 575: THE ULTIMATE SCHEMER

When Chen Mu approached, Little Wuya was obediently burying her head in her meal, not sparing Chen Mu, handsome as he was, a second glance.

In Little Wuya’s eyes, this person named Chen Mu wasn’t as attractive as Little Zhiyo.

Chen Mu, however, was greedily staring at "Ye Lingyue," watching her carefully eat a fish, her demeanor pure yet enchanting.

"What a demon," Chen Mu coughed.

"Marquis Yue, I’d like to propose a toast to you."

Before he could pass the cup, a hand had already intercepted Chen Mu.

"Princely Heir Chen, Yue’er has already had quite a bit to drink tonight, she can’t hold her liquor well, allow me to drink this cup on her behalf," Feng Xun predictably stood in front of "Ye Lingyue."

Chen Mu’s face soured.

"Prince Feng, you’re being overly protective, it’s just a cup of mild alcohol, and besides, I wanted to drink with Marquis Yue. If Prince Feng is interested in drinking with me, I’ll host another banquet another day to accommodate the Prince."

Chen Mu thought to himself, what’s so great about Feng Xun, he’s just riding on the coattail of looks.

Others may not know, but Chen Mu was crystal clear about it.

A big part of why Emperor Beiqing was so fond of Feng Xun was because of Feng Xun’s resemblance to his father, the former Beiqing War God Feng Lan.

Not many knew about Emperor Beiqing’s dalliances with Prince Feng Lan during her younger days.

But people from the Kaijiang Prince Manor did know, especially since King Kaijiang, Chen Tuo, also had an ambiguous relationship with Emperor Beiqing for a while, naturally knowing that Emperor Beiqing fancied Feng Lan.

Unfortunately, Feng Lan ultimately chose Emperor Beiqing’s sister, Qing Feng.

Speaking of Feng Lan, he had always been a thorn in the hearts of Chen Tuo and his son.

Chen Mu, being a few years older than Feng Xun, both spent their childhood in the Beiqing Imperial Palace.

Being somewhat older, Chen Tuo also knew that his father was never valued by Emperor Beiqing because of Feng Lan and even during a military contest, Feng Lan had managed to beat Chen Tuo, then a Deputy General, within ten moves.

Moreover, Chen Mu, not as handsome as Feng Xun, had always been overshadowed by Feng Xun since they were young.

Until later, after Feng Lan died and Feng Xun fell seriously ill, his health deteriorating day by day, the fortune of the Kaijiang Prince Manor, by contrast, soared.

Recalling these past grudges, Chen Mu felt an even stronger disdain for Feng Xun.

Hmph, what’s so great about this kid, he’s just living off the remnants of Feng Lan’s influence.

Such a worthless person, what right does he have to compete with me for a beauty.

Without Feng Lan, the Feng Residence is nothing but a hollow shell, and someday, he would ensure the Feng Residence is erased from this world forever.

All the jealousy in Chen Mu’s eyes was captured by Feng Xun.

"Princely Heir Chen, my Feng Residence does not covet a few cups of your mild alcohol. It’s just that Yue’er is my fiancée who has not yet been brought home. Since she should not drink alcohol, as her future husband, my duty is to apologise on her behalf. If Princely Heir Chen feels that my sincerity is still insufficient, I shall respectfully drain the cup first and then toast Princely Heir Chen with a jar."

Feng Xun truly drained the cup of wine in one gulp, and afterward, he ordered a few more jars of wine to be served.

Beiqing gets cold, and upon returning to Beiqing, Feng Xun needed to drink some strong alcohol every day.

Though the wine in the Beiqing Imperial Palace was good, ever since Feng Xun tasted the wine brewed by Ye Lingyue, he could no longer stomach ordinary wines.

The new jars of wine he ordered to be served, once opened, immediately released a heady fragrance that permeated the entire Chuyun Palace with a faint aroma. Moreover, this wine was very special, exhibiting a rainbow of colors, just like an actual rainbow. Even Emperor Beiqing, who bore the title of emperor, had never seen such distinctive wine and was involuntarily drawn to it.

"Xinxin, when did you obtain such fine wine, and yet you were hiding it all this time," Emperor Beiqing feigned anger.

"Your Majesty, to put it that way really distresses your subject. This is but a special brew produced by a distillery owned by a good friend of mine, called Rainbow Five Treasures Brew. The wine cellar in the Imperial Palace is full of fine wines, and I feared they might not meet Your Majesty’s standards, which is why I didn’t dare to present it," Feng Xun explained with a smile.

"You child, always so glib with words, you could persuade the dead to live. It seems tonight I can enjoy some wine thanks to Heir Chen’s generosity. Since there is fine wine, we will keep two jars for you both, and the rest can be shared with everyone present," Emperor Beiqing scolded with a smile and ordered the servants to distribute Feng Xun’s jars of wine to everyone, leaving two jars for Feng Xun and Chen Mu.

Even Emperor Beiqing had spoken, and Chen Mu found it hard to refuse. Moreover, with the Rainbow Five Treasures Brew being smooth on the palate and rich in flavor, Chen Mu, originally intent on out drinking Feng Xun, unknowingly drank more than half a jar.

In the end, his steps staggered a little.

Chen Tuo, afraid that he would drink too much and misspeak, ordered the servants to help Chen Mu back and instructed the carriage driver to take him home.

Including Emperor Beiqing, as well as envoys from other countries, after tasting the Rainbow Five Treasures Brew, they were full of praise.

Already, many were inquiring with Feng Xun where such wine could be purchased.

Feng Xun then gave them Lan Cai’er’s contact method, as he had promised Lan Cai earlier to help introduce her wines to Beiqing.

Taking advantage of this royal banquet, the reputation of Five Treasures Brew had completely skyrocketed.

This grand gift will just have to be his wedding present for Lan Cai’er and Yan Jiu.

The royal banquet continued, and without the bothersome presence of Xue Pianran and Chen Mu, Feng Xun drank leisurely.

Little Wuya eyed the Rainbow Five Treasures Brew with longing, wanting to sneak a sip, but was caught by Feng Xun, who seized the cup and denied her.

"Prince Feng, that’s favoritism. You let that bad person drink such a big jar yet refuse to let me have one sip. You’re bullying me; I’ll tell the boss later."

"You definitely can’t drink this liquor recklessly; it’s not suitable for children—the medicinal power is too strong, and I’ve added some ingredients," Feng Xun said, smiling without a word.

"Ah, you added poison? You want to kill that bad person!" Little Wuya exclaimed, startled.

"Little Wuya, it seems you still have much to learn from your boss. How could I poison someone at such an event? What I added to the wine are just some herbs that nourish the blood and boost qi, originally intended for my own health restoration. However, those with internal injuries who drink it will experience excessive yang fire and a reversal of blood and qi, and in severe cases, they may even suffer a Deviation," Feng Xun explained, leisurely peeling a grape and savoring it with relish.

So naive, that Chen Mu, to really think that the ultimate skill "Emperor Blade Chant" from the Feng Residence that he employed was just for show?

Feng Xun is no longer who he was in the past, having grown closer with Wu Zhong and discovering that he could make use of part of Wu Zhong’s strength.

Not all injuries that appear are considered wounds. In this world, there is also a kind of injury known as internal injury, which has an incubation period. It does not manifest immediately, but that doesn’t mean it never will.

Little Wuya listened, somewhat understanding but mostly confused. She found the human brain exceedingly difficult to comprehend.

It wasn’t until several days later when she heard that the Heir Chen of the Kaijiang Prince Manor suddenly spat blood and collapsed, his cultivation drastically decreased, and he nearly lost his life, that she understood why there’s a saying in the Spiritual Beast World, ’A biting dog doesn’t bark, and a barking dog doesn’t bite.’ Prince Feng was truly a profound schemer.