Luo Qing said irritably, "Since the ancestor brought us here to stay, the people here must have already chased away all the tourists who came to visit, and even brought their daily necessities here."
"Oh, is that so? I thought I'd see lots of tourists. What a disappointment," Zijing muttered.
Ye Feng overheard Luo Qing and Zi Jing's conversation.
But he didn't take it to heart.
As the night breeze entered the villa, looking at the familiar courtyard and the flowers and plants there, a sense of joy arose in my heart.
“Indeed, everything here is exactly the same as when I lived here,” Ye Feng said with a smile.
"I'm glad you're satisfied, Prince Nanling," Chen Hanguang said as he walked over.
Just then, an elderly man dressed in fine clothes walked out of the villa's hall and bowed respectfully to Ye Feng and the others.
"I am Wang Luowen, the imperial steward, here on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor to take care of His Highness the Prince of Nanling's daily life," Steward Wang Luowen said politely.
"Okay, sure."
The night breeze simply nodded faintly.
Upon entering the villa's lobby, Ye Feng immediately noticed a tea set placed on the coffee table.
That tea set was Luo Tong's favorite item when he lived here. Whenever he was here, he liked to sit in front of the tea table and enjoy tea with this tea set.
Seven hundred years have passed, and the tea set that Luo Tong used must have been destroyed by now.
After all, it was just a set of purple wood teaware, and it couldn't withstand the erosion of time.
However, the tea set in front of me was brand new and exactly the same as the original set. It was obvious that someone had specially restored and maintained all the items here.
Ye Feng then said, "I didn't expect you to even restore this tea set. Not bad."
“This is where His Highness the Prince of Nanling once lived. We will take good care of everything here, and we will restore anything that is impossible to maintain to its original state,” Wang Luowen said.
"Very good, I am very satisfied."
Ye Feng turned around and looked at Chen Hanguang, saying, "This place is very nice. I'll stay here tonight and for the rest of the night. I'll go to the palace to meet the Emperor again tomorrow. General Chen, you can go back and report now."
"Yes, Your Highness, Prince Nanling!"
Chen Hanguang said this heavily, and then strode away.
When Chen Hanguang came out of the Red Maple Pavilion, he let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
It was only then that Chen Hanguang realized that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"General, what's the situation?" the lieutenant asked as he ran over.
"Not bad, Prince Nanling is satisfied with everything in the Red Maple Pavilion," Chen Hanguang said.
"Seeing your pale face, General, I thought the Prince of Nanling was unhappy," the lieutenant said with a smile.
"It's just because the pressure from the King of Nanling is too great. He is a Saint Realm expert who has lived for over seven hundred years. Standing in front of him is like facing a towering mountain. This pressure is not something an ordinary person can withstand," Chen Hanguang said seriously.
Chen Hanguang then led his team away.
Without the ceremonial guard banging drums and gongs, the area around the Red Maple Pavilion finally quieted down.
As night fell, Manager Wang Luowen ordered the chefs at the Red Maple Pavilion to prepare a table of fine wine and food.
Ye Feng only took a few bites, while Luo Qing, the maid Luo Xiaotong, and Zijing enjoyed a delicious meal.
Luo Qing hasn't had a proper meal in many days, and neither has Luo Xiaotong.
And the Bauhinia tree goes without saying.
This female tomb raider, who barely has enough to eat every day, has never tasted such fine food and wine.
Moreover, the chefs who prepared this feast were all imperial chefs urgently transferred from the palace by Wang Luowen, so you can imagine how skilled they were!
"It's so delicious! I've never eaten anything so delicious before. I wouldn't have any regrets even if I died right now." Zijing's eyes were red with emotion, and tears streamed down her face.
Luo Qing nodded repeatedly, agreeing, "The food made by the imperial chef is just different from that of ordinary chefs; the taste is truly exceptional."
Zijing asked with some doubt, "You are a descendant of the Southern Kingdom's vassal king, and your family is a powerful and prestigious clan. You can't be like me, can you?"
"Don't look at me like that. Actually, I'm not much better off than you. Our Luo family has declined since the turmoil a hundred years ago. I, the head of the Luo family, have never had such high-class food and wine before," Luo Qing said seriously.
"So after all that, you're not that much better than me! Hahahaha..."
Zijing burst into laughter and patted Luo Qing on the shoulder without any hesitation.
Luo Qing's smile froze instantly.
Then she turned to Ye Feng and asked, "Ancestor, may I hit her?"
"Go ahead and fight, just don't cripple him," Ye Feng said.
Luo Qing immediately rushed towards Zijing.
Although Luo Qing and Zi Jing are both peak-level martial artists in the Separation and Union Realm, their strength should theoretically be comparable, but this is not actually the case!
Luo Qing is a relatively traditional martial artist, well-rounded in all aspects, with virtually no weaknesses.
But Zijing is different.
This cowardly girl, afraid of death, put all her skill points into running away, so her movements were unpredictable, even surprising Ye Feng.
However, her direct combat ability is not even comparable to Luo Qing's little finger, and is only slightly stronger than a goose.
In just a moment, Zijing was pinned to the ground and pounded by Luo Qing.
"No, are you serious?"
"Stop it! You're going to kill me..."
"Old Deng, you'd better discipline your unfilial descendant..."
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and said, "A big meal is fine too. Anyway, she won't die as long as I'm here. I can even treat her."
"Understood!"
Overjoyed, Luo Qing clenched her fists and pounded on Zijing.
Zijing could no longer hold on; with a strange cry, she suddenly vanished into the shadows.
However, Zijing did not leave the hall. She kept wandering in the shadows in the corner, and Luo Qing really couldn't do anything about her for the time being.
"Master, let's drink."
The maid, Luo Xiaotong, obediently poured Ye Feng a full glass of wine.
As Ye Feng sipped his wine, he gazed at the starry night sky through the window, his face filled with emotion.
I came to the Lingluo Great World to help Tian Mingyu find the Sea Soul Agate and restore her physical body. How did I inexplicably become the ancestor of a certain family?
And he also gained two granddaughters.
No, to be precise, it should be great-great-great-granddaughters and great-great-great-great-granddaughters.
After arguing for a while, Luo Qing and Zijing finally stopped, panting, and then ran to the dining table together.
There's still a lot of food on the table; it would be such a waste not to finish it all.
After dinner, Ye Feng returned to his room to rest.
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