Beauty Feng Vol. 2

Chapter 125: Yao Siyan

The Yao Family.

At 24 years old, Feng Yanyan couldn't believe that he would still have to deal with estate drama. Wasn't he too old for that?

He was supposed to be sitting on a swing watching a little guy or girl that looked just like him run around the gardens. His wife's voice in the distance calling him for dinner. At least that was what he daydreamed.

Who was he kidding? 

What he really thought was he would be a pampered Emperor Consort at this age if Long Xu Le didn't cross paths with him.

Heaven knew he was still mad (and saddened, although he wouldn't admit that) that woman left him.

And here he was now, looking at his biological father from across the room in this forsaken residence.

"You really lived in this poor condition?" He eyed the furniture of the hall or the lack of it until his gaze rested on the older man's lame foot.

No wonder your knees didn't heal. He bit his tongue from saying that.

But it didn't matter. Yao Liheng could read his expressions clear as day. Feng Yanyan couldn't hide his thoughts after all.

Matron Pu, the only servant who could go back and forth in this part of the Yao Estate, skillfully poured tea.

"Young master, don't look down on your father like this. He has his reasons for staying here."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yanyan's perfectly shaped brows couldn't help but wrinkle. "Momo, I know you've been with Eldest Master Yao long enough but if you keep up this kind of attitude... The Prime Minister will have no qualms dealing with you."

A gust of wind entered the window. It was as sharp as the young master's tongue.

The words rang true albeit delivered rather vindictively. With his arrival at the Yao residence, the Prime Minister will surely pay attention to his eldest son again. It would not be good to be caught lacking in the etiquette department. Old Master Yao was known to be peculiar in proper decorum.

Yao Liheng, who was just watching the exchange, rubbed his temples.

It was true that Matron Pu was overstepping her bounds. But that was only because she was the only person who stayed beside him all these years. They have treated each other with mutual respect.

The old lady watched this young man raise a brow at her as she pondered. "Well, it will be quite annoying to hold my tongue in the future."

Feng Yanyan smiled. "But of course, we have to be meticulous in our doings."

He was implying that the Prime Minister should never catch them making a mistake. Feng Yanyan himself was never one to look down on servants.

Yao Liheng was wondering whether innate feelings of superiority could be inherited. As he looked at Feng Yanyan sitting on a rugged chair while emanating natural arrogance and vanity, one wouldn't need to ask whether this was a Yao son. Even if his face looked more like his mother's, his gestures were consistently that of a Yao person.

Liheng found it quite amusing.

"Indeed, this house might be worse than what you have back in the Feng's. But when the Old Master learns that I have an heir, he will be inclined to move you somewhere fancier."

The Prime Minister wouldn't want to be accused of not valuing the next generation.

But then, Yanyan frowned. "It's better to stay here and not ask for more. After all, I'm not quite sure how his Excellency will accept the fact that I was once Wan Li Wang's concubine."

Yao Liheng's lips curved. "Well, use this opportunity to plead your case. The Empress wishes to see you tomorrow."

Feng Yanyan didn't know how to react to that information. The Empress was the last person he wanted to see right now. 

He paused. Then again, this was the life he chose to lead.

To be a Yao son, he had to brace himself to face his enemy.

"You can't let your emotions get to you when you see her. You haven't even started anything so don't lose your head."

Yanyan felt a hesitant pat on his head. He didn't even notice when his father stood up.

"Rest early."

He nodded in response.

Early in the morning, he left for the Tanglin palace. It felt like it had been a long time since he left this place. A lot of things had happened to his life but this pedantic palace remained the same.

The rules were still etched deep into his bones. Except this time, he didn't visit as a beauty. He was welcomed as a male heir to the Yao clan.

This was proof that the Prime Minister already knew about him even though they have yet to meet.

"Your Majesty, Master Yao is here." A servant announced his presence.

The doors were opened but he didn't hear that he could enter so he remained bowing. Seconds ticked and there was no sound.

Sweat trickled down his back but there was still a perfect smile plastered on his face.

The damn b*tch is testing me.

From inside the hall, he finally heard something. But it was a constant yet slow snapping of something sharp as if it was cutting something.

Snip... Snip... Snip...

There was also a faint rustling of clothes. The owner must be walking back and forth.

Feng Yanyan could feel his muscles burning from maintaining his posture. He remembered this was one of the Empress' ways to punish or test people. As if he could be toppled just because of this!

He had come too far just to be affected by this.

"Oh my, Beauty Feng. How long have you been there?" At last, he heard that sickening voice.

"Greetings to Her Majesty, the Empress. This one has arrived only a few moments before."

Few moments, my ass! I've been bowing here for eternity!

He was fuming inside but who in their right mind would act out in front of this big person?

Empress Ducheng laughed. "Arise. Someone, serve Beauty Feng some tea– Oh, it's not Beauty Feng anymore... Rather, this Empress' cousin."

Meeting eyes with the most evil woman in the empire, Yanyan almost visibly shuddered.

She was smiling but her eyes didn't reflect any warmth. Just like a snake inside a human's skin.

"My Yao family's Yao Siyan. This Empress welcomes you back to the capital."

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