CHAPTER 720: CHAPTER 587: JEALOUSY AND MOTHER-SON REUNION

This snowfall arrived so suddenly, without warning, and grew heavier and heavier.

Outside the Imperial Palace, the wheel of a carriage pressed down upon the thick layer of snow, stopping just outside the palace gates without leaving.

Little Wuya, having reverted to her original form, hugged the curled-up Little Zhiyo like a fluffy ball and leaned against a corner of the carriage, sound asleep.

Just before, Little Wuya was delighted to see Prince Feng exit with the eldest while carrying Little Zhiyo.

Exhausted from having transformed into so many different people today, she fell asleep in the carriage as soon as her mind settled.

As for Little Zhiyo, sensing the unusual aura emanating from "Miss Feng" today, he kept his distance and soon drifted off to sleep next to Little Wuya.

"Feng Xun, are you really planning to leave the Feng Residence?"

The scene earlier was too chaotic. By the time Ye Lingyue regained her senses, "Feng Xun" had already declared his departure from the Feng Residence.

Wu Zhong glanced sideways at Ye Lingyue, stretched his long legs, and slid over her, lying down in an extremely comfortable position with his head on her lap.

This carriage was originally intended for Feng Xun’s personal use and typically only accommodated him.

Tonight, when he came with Ye Lingyue, it was a bit cramped, not to mention the addition of Little Wuya.

Wu Zhong’s tall frame naturally found lying down much more comfortable than sitting.

Ye Lingyue blushed and was about to push him away.

"This evening has been truly terrible," Wu Zhong deliberately imitated Feng Xun’s tone, hands over his heart, pretending to be on the verge of fainting.

He had spent so many years with Feng Xun.

He knew Feng Xun’s habits and mannerisms like the back of his hand.

Normally, he would disdain imitating Feng Xun, but tonight, he wanted to take advantage of "Feng Xun’s" identity to gain some benefits.

After all, this little woman had him worried sick all evening.

Wu Zhong’s scheme indeed had an effect.

Ye Lingyue hesitated, glancing at Feng Xun.

Not to mention Feng Xun, even she was shocked at the sudden appearance of Feng Lan, who was presumed dead.

Who could have predicted that Feng Lan would wake up with amnesia and even side with the Empress?

Although Feng Xun did not express it, his heart must be in pain.

After all, Feng Lan was his close kin, and on top of that, Feng Lan’s amnesia could very likely be related to her.

Ever since Ye Lingyue obtained Cauldron Breath, she had been undefeated in healing, yet this was the first time she had encountered such an incident.

She was utterly at a loss.

She thought of Yun Sheng, who might know how to handle this situation.

But at this moment, Yun Sheng might have already left the Qing Province Continent, so where would she go to find help?

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Ye Lingyue felt guilty.

Thus, she stopped pushing away Wu Zhong, letting him lean on her legs, but she couldn’t help muttering to herself that Feng Xun’s actions and words tonight seemed a bit off.

Especially just now, when Feng Xun called the Beiqing Empress a bitch... cough cough, even though she too felt Feng Xun was not wrong in saying so.

"Ling Yue, if I really lose the title of Prince Feng and the wealth of the Feng Residence, becoming a penniless man, would you look down on me?" While Ye Lingyue was reflecting on Feng Xun’s odd behavior, the person lying on her legs turned over anxiously and asked.

"What are you babbling about? I wouldn’t care about those things," Ye Lingyue replied subconsciously.

Suddenly, she found herself looking directly into Wu Zhong’s eyes.

That is!

Ye Lingyue saw a pair of amber eyes, her heart skipped a beat firmly. She rubbed her eyes, wanting to take a closer look.

"I knew it, my Ling Yue wouldn’t despise me. From now on, you shall take care of me." Feng Xun had already sat up with a roll, his voice still gentle. Treasuring her like a precious gem, he cupped Ye Lingyue’s face and pecked lightly on her lips.

His phoenix eyes, still unbelievably beautiful.

Yet when Ye Lingyue looked again, his eyes were as clear as the night, without a trace of amber.

Ye Lingyue felt bewildered, secretly thinking it must have been the lighting that made her see wrong earlier.

Feng Xun is Feng Xun, how could she have foolishly felt earlier that Feng Xun and Wu Zhong were so alike.

Feeling the warmth on her lips, Ye Lingyue’s pretty face flushed red. She was too close to Feng Xun, so close she could feel his breath on her face.

"You wastrel, still want me to support you. I’m not raising a pretty boy."

"Then I’ll find another woman to support me," Feng Xun said with a smile.

"You dare!" Ye Lingyue raised her eyebrows, punching Feng Xun, feeling a sourness in her heart.

Just Feng Xun’s face alone was enough to provoke wild thoughts in countless women, especially when Ye Lingyue remembered what the Beiqing Empress had said back in Emperor Beiqing’s sleeping chamber.

"I haven’t even asked yet, when you were little, you even helped that old woman rub her chest!" Ye Lingyue came back to her senses and angrily questioned Feng Xun.

Thinking of the Beiqing Empress’s overly ample chest, and then looking at her own which could barely be considered okay, Ye Lingyue was a bit annoyed.

Feng Xun was startled, having just seen Wu Zhong about to be exposed by Ye Lingyue, so he quickly swapped identities with Wu Zhong.

Seeing Ye Lingyue’s expression, he couldn’t help wanting to show affection, only to realize it had caused Ye Lingyue to overturn the vinegar jar.

"Yue’er, that was all ten years ago. I swear to heaven, I won’t help other women rub from now on, only you," Feng Xun coughed a few times, such old matters, he really didn’t remember.

"That’s more like it... Wait, you’re being frivolous with me." Ye Lingyue regained her senses, realizing the ambiguity in Feng Xun’s words.

Her face turned a hint of red and was about to punch Feng Xun but was scooped into his arms by his long reach.

At that moment, the curtains of the carriage suddenly shook, and the expressionless face of Earth Venerate unexpectedly appeared, seeing the state of Feng Xun and Ye Lingyue.

Earth Venerate felt a little awkward, but couldn’t help but reveal a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Lingyue’s face instantly turned red, and she pushed Feng Xun.

"You drive the carriage."

But then thinking about it, she worried about Feng Xun’s health, so she changed her mind.

"Earth Venerate, the snowstorm outside is severe, come and drive the carriage with me."

Earth Venerate paused, guessing the purpose of Ye Lingyue waiting here was for him. She inconspicuously glanced at Feng Xun, but Feng Xun just friendly nodded to her and took two fur coats, handing them to both.

Feng Xun could tell that Ye Lingyue had something to say to Earth Venerate, and those words, she probably didn’t want him to hear.

If this was the case, he simply chose not to listen.

Feng Xun firmly believed that Ye Lingyue knew her own limits, the things she didn’t want him to know, he had no interest in knowing either.

Earth Venerate felt a warmth at heart, trembling hands taking the fur coat handed over by Feng Xun.

In the moment of receiving it, Earth Venerate’s dry lips trembled, uttering a sentence.

"Are you, truly going to leave the Feng Residence to its own?"

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