He and the Queen Mother shared the same obsession with cleanliness. He hadn't forgotten how Feng Wanwan had just defecated and urinated in the Queen Mother's arms...
But Feng Wanwan was so enthusiastic and took the initiative to open her arms towards him, and Feng Yinzhen and Concubine Hua were looking at him so eagerly.
Can he refuse?
Of course not.
So he took Feng Wanwan in his arms, but only hugged her briefly.
"Royal brother, from today on, the gold mine in Jincheng belongs to Princess Chunxi.
I will go back and have the relevant documents delivered immediately so that Princess Chunxi won't have to wait too long."
After saying this, he quickly handed Feng Wanwan back to Feng Yinzhen's arms.
He was afraid that if he put it in a little too late, Feng Wanwan would create a biological weapon in his arms.
Feng Wanwan smiled happily upon seeing this.
Feng Yinzhen and Concubine Hua were also trying to hold back their laughter as they watched Feng Yinli hurriedly take his scroll of calligraphy and flee from the Yikun Palace.
However, Feng Yinli was so focused on escaping from Yiku Palace that he didn't notice that something in his arms was pulled away by Feng Wanwan.
It was not until he hurried out of the palace that Ajin reminded him.
"Your Highness, today that young lady sent you another letter and a token of trust, inviting you to meet her at the Quiet Teahouse. Do you want to go and meet her?"
"Yes, indeed, she even sent a maid in a peach-colored gown to deliver the purse.
Things have been tedious and terrible today, and I'm really in a bad mood, so I might as well go see her."
Feng Yinli then remembered that there was one thing he had not done.
Things didn't go well today, and he felt a sense of frustration in his heart that he couldn't get rid of. It would be a good idea to go find that woman to help him relieve his stress.
As he thought about this, he reached into his arms and touched it.
He searched twice but still couldn't find the purse, and his expression gradually changed.
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