If anyone else had dared to do this to Nalan Yunzhi, the grass on his grave would have grown several meters high. Si Chengfeng became more and more convinced of his suspicion.

"Well, Afeng, you are right."

Not only Si Chengfeng, Hua Qingcheng also had doubts about Nalan Yunzhi's unusual attitude. She had an inexplicable bad premonition in her heart, but all her guesses could only be verified when she returned to Huaqiao Village in a few days.

"Qingcheng, is this a painting you drew?"

Seeing Hua Qingcheng slightly stunned, Si Chengfeng took out the painting in her hand and spread it out on the desk.

"Qingcheng, you...you painted the old man riding a donkey very well." Si Chengfeng stared at the painting for a long time before he could barely find the words to praise it.

“Cough cough cough…”

"Afeng, this is the painting of Lingyan on the imperial horse that the emperor painted." Hua Qingcheng suppressed the upward curve of her lips and looked at Si Chengfeng jokingly.

"Ling... Lingyan riding a horse?"

Si Chengfeng's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this. Even a calm man like him couldn't help but be stunned. He had never expected that their emperor, who was proficient in both civil and military tactics, would have such... difficult to describe his painting skills!

"Afeng, the emperor just said that your father and Queen Feng are old friends. Have you met him?" Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but become more curious about Feng Lingyan.

Si Chengfeng glanced at Hua Qingcheng with an ambiguous expression, then said leisurely, "I was only one year old when the Queen Feng was in trouble. Even if I had seen her before, I can't remember it."

Si Chengfeng looked helpless, but the only thing he was sure of was that it definitely wouldn't look like the one in the painting.

…

"Brother Feng, it's time to eat!"

While Hua Qingcheng and Si Chengfeng were exchanging glances in the study, at the bottom of the deep pool at the Forgetful Cliff on the way to the royal mausoleum of Laifeng Kingdom, in a bamboo house not far from the cold pool in the valley, a handsome man in white was placing two plates of grilled fish, wild fruits, and two cups of honey on the table.

"Thank you for your hard work, Young Master Long! Thanks to you all these years, Ling Yan would have been a wronged soul in the cold pond long ago."

A man in gray, with black hair tied up high, extraordinary bearing and handsome face, turned his wheelchair and slowly came out of the inner room door, and smiled gently at the man in white.

Feng Lingyan was already thirty-four years old, but looked ten years younger than his actual age. Although he was unable to walk and was confined to a wheelchair, his graceful demeanor and elegance could not be concealed.

"Brother Feng, just call me by my name. Yitian is lucky to have you by his side for the past sixteen years. Otherwise, how lonely would it be to be trapped in this endless cold valley!"

Long Yitian walked from the dining table to behind Feng Lingyan, pushed his wheelchair to the side of the dining table, and squatted in front of Feng Lingyan to check his legs.

"The man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. Young Master Long is truly the most handsome and extraordinary man Lingyan has ever seen! From now on, I will call you Brother Long." Feng Lingyan smiled slightly, and that smile was as warm as the spring breeze, as gentle as the morning sun, and even more like a clear spring, refreshing the heart.

"Brother Feng, please excuse me for laughing. Yitian is just an orphan who has lived in an ancient tomb since childhood. Brother Feng is the one who truly deserves to be called an extraordinary young man with both talent and beauty." Long Yitian said leisurely as he rubbed Feng Lingyan's legs.

This kind of mutual flattery has happened every now and then over the past sixteen years, adding a bit of fun to their boring life at the bottom of the valley.

"Brother Long, my leg is just like that. I think... you don't have to waste your time on it." Feng Lingyan put away the playful look on her face and looked at him leisurely.

That year, he fell from the Cliff of Oblivion, and the carriage shattered into pieces upon impact. The horse died, and he fell into the endless, icy pool. When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a quiet and elegant bamboo house, with a handsome man in white standing by his bed.

"Brother Feng, although your leg is broken, it's not completely hopeless. If you have the Black Jade Ointment from Xuanyi Valley, there's a great chance you can walk again. You must not give up."

This was also the reason why Long Yitian had been tirelessly massaging Feng Lingyan's legs every day for the past sixteen years. He had persisted for so long, and if he gave up, there would be absolutely no hope.

"It's been sixteen years, and I don't know if I'll ever get out..."

Feng Lingyan looked lonely. When he thought of his daughter, whose whereabouts he didn't know whether she was alive or dead, his heart ached.

"Brother Feng, as long as you are alive, there is hope. You will definitely be reunited with your daughter one day." Long Yitian patted Feng Lingyan on the shoulder and said encouragingly.

There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. If it weren't for Long Yitian, Feng Lingyan would have been completely lost in the sorrow day after day even if she hadn't died...

"Well, Lingyan is truly fortunate to have met Brother Long."

Feng Lingyan raised his head and slightly closed his eyes, blinking away the tears. When he opened his eyes again, his loneliness had faded away, and he had regained his appearance as a gentle and kind young man from a wealthy family.