Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 64 The Real and Fake Young Master?

After Wu Feng left the side hall, Li Yunrui sat on the chair for a while longer.

"Chunmei," she said softly.

Chunmei immediately stepped forward: "Your Highness."

Li Yunrui tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her gentle smile still on her face: "Contact Huang Yi and have him take some men to Japan. Leave no one alive who makes a move."

Chunmei's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her eyes: "Yes, Your Highness, I will take care of it immediately."

She turned and quickly left the side hall.

After Chunmei's footsteps faded into the distance, Li Yunrui slowly stood up and walked to the window.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the carved wooden window, casting dappled shadows on her palace dress.

She lowered her head and gently stroked her still flat stomach with one hand.

"Child," she murmured softly, her voice carrying a strange tenderness, "tell me, isn't your mother a little too cruel?"

The wind blowing in from the window ruffled the stray hairs on her cheeks.

She suddenly laughed again, a radiant laugh, but a morbid pleasure flashed in her eyes: "You surely think Mother's actions are right, don't you?"

After speaking, she straightened her clothes, and with a faint smile, slowly walked out of the side hall.

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On the other side, Wu Feng finished washing up and went to the flower hall.

The meal was already laid out on the table, steaming hot.

He took a closer look and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Deer antler stewed chicken, wolfberry and mutton soup, braised ox penis... all of them are nourishing dishes.

Wu Feng sighed and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Forget it.

It's good for cultivators to have more qi and blood.

He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

I must say, the chefs in the palace are really skilled. These nourishing dishes are not fishy at all, but rather very delicious.

Wu Feng ate very quickly, devouring most of the dishes on the table in a flash.

After eating and drinking his fill, he picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, then got up and walked towards the main hall.

Li Yunrui was leaning against the soft couch, holding a book in her hand. When she saw him come in, she glanced at him.

"Your Highness," Wu Feng stepped forward and bowed, "I would like to leave the palace and visit Qingyutang."

Li Yunrui put down her book and said softly, "Okay, go ahead."

As she spoke, she reached into her bosom, rummaged around for a moment, and took out the warm, smooth jade token of her identity, handing it over: "Take this jade token."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Wu Feng respectfully accepted the gift.

The jade pendant still carried the warmth of her embrace, and a faint, unique, cool fragrance wafted from it.

Wu Feng subconsciously brought the jade pendant to his nose and took a deep sniff.

The fragrance wafted into his nostrils, causing a slight stirring in his heart.

Chunmei watched in stunned silence, her face frozen in place.

This guy... he's so shameless!

"Get out of here!" Li Yunrui whispered, her cheeks flushing uncontrollably.

Wu Feng put the jade pendant into his pocket, grinned, and leaned forward to quickly kiss her soft lips.

[Ding~ Mood points +180!]

"Your Highness, I'm leaving!"

After the kiss, he dashed out of the main hall in a flash.

Li Yunrui only realized what was happening after Wu Feng's figure disappeared outside the palace gate.

She touched her lips, still flushed from his kiss, and muttered angrily in a low voice, "That damned bastard... When he returns, I'll punish him properly!"

After saying that, she turned to Chunmei: "Have Ling Shuang follow along, so she doesn't get beaten to death."

"Yes, Your Highness," Chunmei replied.

She sighed inwardly.

Wu Feng's importance in His Highness's heart is growing stronger.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

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With Li Yunrui's jade token in hand, Wu Feng left the palace without any hindrance.

However, not long after he stepped onto the street, a carriage slowly drove up and stopped in front of him.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and a man dressed in a light blue casual suit stepped out.

He had a refined appearance and a scholarly air about him.

It's Fan Jian.

Wu Feng looked at him calmly.

"What a simp..." Wu Feng thought to himself.

Compared to what Fan Jian would do for Ye Qingmei, the things I did to please Li Yunrui were nothing.

After all, Li Yunrui is now pregnant with her child.

"Master Wu," Fan Jian bowed to Wu Feng with a polite smile, "would you mind joining us at the teahouse nearby for a cup of tea?"

Wu Feng smiled and did not refuse: "Lord Fan, lead the way."

"Master Wu, please." Fan Jian stepped aside and gestured for him to enter.

The two walked one after the other into a quiet teahouse not far away.

The teahouse owner clearly recognized Fan Jian. Upon seeing him enter, he immediately greeted him respectfully and led the two upstairs to a quiet private room.

After the two sat down facing each other, a maid entered quietly and skillfully prepared tea.

Another maid carried two plates of exquisite pastries to the table and then silently withdrew.

Only Wu Feng and Fan Jian remained in the private room.

"Does Lord Fan come here often?" Wu Feng asked casually.

Fan Jian smiled and said, "I come here occasionally. The tea here is quite good; Master Wu, please try it."

Wu Feng didn't stand on ceremony and took a small sip of tea.

The tea soup is clear and bright, with a sweet and mellow taste and a faint orchid fragrance.

"Not bad," Wu Feng put down his cup, "It has a very pleasant aroma. Even I, someone who doesn't know much about tea, find it delicious."

Fan Jian smiled slightly: "Lord Wu is indeed straightforward."

He also took a sip of tea.

After he put down his cup, Wu Feng asked directly, "Lord Fan, you didn't just want to see me for tea, did you? Was it also about the Three Great Workshops and Qingyutang?"

Fan Jian did not deny it:

"That's right. Based on my understanding of Ye Songnian and Wang Ganju, it's impossible for Qingyutang and the three major pharmacies to have joined Her Highness the Eldest Princess's ranks in such a short time."

He looked at Wu Feng with curiosity in his eyes: "Lord Wu just used the word 'also,' does that mean... someone had already contacted you before me? Was it Chen Pingping?"

Wu Feng chuckled: "It seems Lord Fan has already visited Qing Yu Tang and the Censorate. Didn't they tell you?"

Fan Jian's face darkened.

He did indeed visit Qingyutang and personally witnessed Ye Songnian and the others' attitudes when they mentioned the Eldest Princess or Wu Feng; their submission was genuine.

This was something he couldn't understand.

So he went to Chen Pingping, wanting the Supervisory Council to investigate the matter.

But Chen Pingping refused, saying that it would be the best choice for the three major workshops and Qingyutang to join the Princess's command.

Fan Jian knew that Chen Pingping must know something, but he refused to tell him.

So when he saw Wu Feng on the street, he stopped him without hesitation.

"So, could you please enlighten me, Master Wu?" Fan Jian asked earnestly. "Don't worry, what Chen Pingping could do, I can do too."

Wu Feng did not respond immediately.

Looking at the man before him, who was so earnest and willing to sacrifice his own son for Ye Qingmei's child, a faint sense of contempt welled up in his heart.

Just then, an idea suddenly popped into my head...

What if... he saved Fan Jian's eldest son, who was to be sacrificed?

In the future, let that child and Fan Xian have a "real and fake young master" drama...

Who will Fan Jian choose then?

Wu Feng's lips curled slightly. Just thinking about that scene was amusing.