[COMPLETE] Beauty Feng Vol. 1

Chapter 29: Naïve Man

Feng Yanyan suddenly swayed as though falling any minute now. Even though JuZi was stunned, she still supported the young master.

"Forgive the impudence, your highness. This lowly one is not feeling quite well. Asking Highness for punishment."

Before Long Sangyu could react, chief eunuch Cheng arrived.

"Master Feng, Wangye is asking for you."

There wasn't a change in Long Sangyu's face but his thoughts turned. Cheng Gong arrived at the right time. It didn't look like a coincidence. His sister wanted to protect Feng Yanyan?

He couldn't understand. He only heard of the name Feng Ting several times. Even he was forbidden to ask who that man was or what happened.

As far as the prince knew, Feng Yanyan being related to Feng Ting wasn't even proven yet.

Junwang left with a scoff. Zhang Yunlei was frozen in his spot.

Who was Cheng Gong?

He was the highest-ranked eunuch in Wan Li wangfu and served beside the King, being the closest to her aside from her confidant and top guard, Xiao Hao.

What honor did Feng Yanyan have to actually make the buddha personally go out to let him in?

However, Beauty Feng had no clue who this old eunuch was. Judging from his confident gait and experienced aura, Feng Yanyan didn't dare to be presumptuous.

With a bow to the leaving Ping Junwang, he followed the scary eunuch.

Remembering the eunuch's words, Feng Yanyan started to panic. Why would Wangye even wait for him?

Oh, he understood.

Wangye would probably kick him out now. Her Highness summoned him for formality. What a coincidence, he wanted to go back to his courtyard too.

They entered the large drawing room. It was Feng Yanyan's second time entering here. The first was when Liu momo sent them to the palace. He was about to leave his maid behind the painted screen when a voice called out.

"Bring the maid."

Feng Yanyan was puzzled and turned to look at the old eunuch but who knew when that old fart vanished?

Ignorant of JuZi's stiff posture, Feng Yanyan walked past the screen painted with the intimidating white tiger and bent his knees in greeting. He couldn't help but notice that the thick smell of medicinal incense was still there. Remembering the smell of blood on her a month ago, he now believed that the King wasn't sickly. It was just that she was always injured.

It made sense for someone who was at constant war inside and outside her territory.

He wondered if she was still wounded...

After the formalities, the whole hall was too quiet.

Now that he was sober and not sick, Feng Yanyan still had the innate fear of the King so he only stared at the embroidered shoes a few paces away from him.

The previous occasions they met, either Feng Yanyan was out of it or muddleheaded. In fact, up to now he had no idea he met the King when he was drunk.

The more he stared at the shoes, he couldn't help but gasp in his mind. Its white rose embroidery was complex and sophisticated and probably used ice threads. He could tell this from the shining quality of the threads. Normal threads would have to be sprayed or painted on to look as though it's gleaming with luster. Ice threads were priceless treasures reserved for embroideries presented to the highest ranked women of the Tanglin Great Palace. Other families would treat it as an heirloom if they get their hands on it.