FENG YU JIU TIAN [VOLUME TWO]

Chapter Twenty-Two

It was well past noon by the time Feng Ming woke up. As he opened his eyes, Rong Tian came into view. The King returned to his side after dealing with the morning proceedings in the royal hall.

A grin stretched across the King's face as he watched Feng Ming stretch.

'Are you tired?'

'Isn't that something you should have asked me last night?' A spark lit, Feng Ming thought for a moment and shook his head. 'No, shouldn't I be the one to ask. So my little Tian, are you worn out?' he whispered unnaturally.

Rong Tian coiled back, 'Feng Ming, don't use such a strange tone with me and don't call me little Tian.'

The King grabbed Feng Ming and hoisted him over his shoulder, deciding that he would personally dress the scoundrel today.

'Don't you have to attend court?' prompted Feng Ming.

'I have and I'm back already,' He planted a kiss on Feng Ming's neck, 'You've slept a lot today.'

'Who would have thought finishing the deed could be so exhausting,' Feng Ming frowned, 'I feel like every bone in my body has been shattered.  But you seem perfectly fine. Perhaps people who practice martial arts since childhood are suitable for that kind of exercise?'

Rong Tian turned rigid.

'You should have focused harder when I ordered you to learn martial arts. Instead, you slacked off.' He scolded.  

Rong Tian remained calm and collected. He did well to make if Feng Ming's exhaustion was nothing out of the ordinary.

The toxins are sinking in and he is showing signs he is losing his physical strength...

Recently, even though Feng Ming's mentality was lively a sprite, his physical stamina would quickly deplete from a little bit of physical exertion.

Meanwhile, a figure had slipped into the perimeters of the Prince's bedchamber. He kept himself well hidden and crouched under an open window.

Rong Tian's gaze darted towards the same direction, a timely hand signaled to him. It was his spy, Li Er.

Rong Tian glanced down at the man resting in his arms, 'Feng Ming, you should continue to rest, I have business to handle.'

'That's fine, you should go. See you later.'

What immaculate timing! I also have an important matter to deal with.

Just because Feng Ming had the best night of his life, it didn't mean he had erased his responsibility to the Princess.

Rong Tian was reluctant to leave. The King lingered a bit longer before departing.

After his exit, Chiu Xing brought her master a light breakfast. She studied Feng Ming, curiously, and tried to force down her giggles.

'What are you laughing at?' he asked with a hint of irritation. 

'Congratulations, King Ming!' She cheered.

Feng Ming's face turned beet, he treated her with a nasty glare. 'Don't you dare go spreading gossip!'

Chiu Lan entered the chamber and chimed in with her laughter. She whispered, 'There's no need to gossip, everybody knows!'

'Everybody!?' Feng Ming froze and jumped up before demanding, 'Who is everybody?'

'Chiu Lan, why go and frighten poor King Ming like that?' Chiu Yue also joined the gathering.

'In total, it is just the three of us.' She continued.

Feng Ming soothed his racing heart with a few quick pats on his chest.