"Brother, are you new to Huaixi City?"
"Yes, I've only been here a few days."
“No wonder. Let me tell you, I used to worry about my children and grandchildren every day. But since we moved to the vicinity of the inn, I’ve come to understand that the discord among children ultimately stems from our failure as elders to treat them all equally. Since I agreed to separate the family, things have become much more harmonious.” Aunt Wu shared her experience as someone who had been through it all.
Emperor Fengzhao wanted to refute, but his situation was not ordinary. He opened his mouth, but swallowed his words.
Alas, I am largely to blame for the current situation.
Seeing that Emperor Feng Zhao looked worried, Aunt Wu advised him, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. We are getting old, and we can't always revolve around our children and grandchildren. It's time for us to enjoy our retirement."
Emperor Feng Zhao put those unpleasant things to the back of his mind. "Sister Wu is right, children and grandchildren have their own blessings! Hehe, I won by drawing the winning tile myself." He proudly spread out his tiles, which unsurprisingly drew sighs from the others.
Emperor Feng Zhao sat there for the entire afternoon, and even when the chess and card room closed, he was still somewhat reluctant to leave.
After arranging a card game with some old friends for tomorrow, he stood with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune, feeling exceptionally relaxed.
However, this good mood vanished the moment she saw Feng Jingchi. "It's mealtime and you're not eating. What are you doing at my door?"
Since Feng Jingchi discovered that he had been deceived by Shi Xinyi, the two had been giving each other the cold shoulder for a day. After hearing that Emperor Feng Zhao and Feng Jinghan had made an appointment to go out, he was even more anxious. When he saw Emperor Feng Zhao, he couldn't help but feel a little wronged.
“Father, I heard that the foundry has forged a batch of divine weapons and wanted to go with you to see them, but I have come several times and still haven’t seen them.”
Emperor Fengzhao felt a pang of sympathy upon hearing Feng Jingchi's aggrieved voice. Although he was increasingly dissatisfied with Lady Qian, she was still the son he had once placed great hopes on, and with the crown prince already decided, he felt even more guilty towards Feng Jingchi.
"I understand. I'll have you accompany me again tomorrow."
Feng Jingchi smiled like a child who had received candy. "Then I'll come to wait for Father first thing tomorrow morning."
Seeing Feng Jingchi's joyful steps, Emperor Feng Zhao opened his mouth but didn't call him back.
Sigh, I was hoping to go to the card room to play mahjong tomorrow. Oh well, I can't let Chi'er down, so I'll make time for him to keep me company.
Where Emperor Feng Zhao could not see, Feng Jingchi's eyes were gloomy.
Since Feng Jinghan returned to the capital, his father's attitude towards him has changed. The crown prince position, which he had thought was within his grasp, is now hanging in the balance. After arriving at the inn, his father's attitude towards Feng Jinghan became even more intimate, which made him extremely apprehensive.
"I am the Emperor's most beloved son, and the throne will surely be mine," Feng Jingchi said through gritted teeth.
Passing by Shi Xinyi's room, Feng Jingchi paused for a moment, looking at her back through the open door. Thinking of the deception he had suffered and the humiliation he had caused in front of everyone, he ultimately decided not to go in.
Shi Xinyi deliberately opened the door, thinking that Feng Jingchi would bow down to her first as before, but after waiting for a long time, she only heard his footsteps leaving.
She threw herself onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. All she had done was tell a small lie; given her circumstances, if she hadn't said it, no one would have accepted her, and she would never have become Prince Kang's concubine.
Why can't Feng Jingchi understand her?
Unbeknownst to An Ge, her own slightly quirky sense of humor was causing the already strained relationship between this once golden couple to deepen.
At first, she was worried that Emperor Feng Zhao was, after all, an emperor, and if an ordinary person offended him, she, a pseudo-fairy, would also be in a difficult situation.
When An Ge heard that Emperor Feng Zhao had successfully infiltrated the ranks of the elderly with his superb card skills, she was speechless.
She made a special trip to the card room when she saw the scene before her, and almost had a heart attack.
Emperor Feng Zhao was dressed in fine silks and satins, one trouser leg rolled up, the other foot resting on a chair. His once neatly arranged robes were now askew. He shouted "Pong!" and clapped his hands excitedly when he drew a good card. His behavior was utterly devoid of any imperial bearing.
If An Ge hadn't sensed the dragon aura emanating from him, she would have almost thought that the emperor of the mighty Daye Kingdom had been possessed on her territory.
Also, why is he so familiar with the people around him?
Hey, sir, who are you to dare call Emperor Feng Zhao "brother"?
This old lady is really brave. Do you know whose shoulder you slapped?
Hey sir, Emperor Feng Zhao was praising his son, why are you suddenly praising your daughter? What? You want to be related to Emperor Feng Zhao by marriage? Stop!
And another thing, sir, how can you renege on your debt? It may not be much money, but do you know who your creditor is?
An Ge felt a little annoyed watching the group of elderly men and women not only calling Emperor Feng Zhao "brother" but also pointing fingers at him. She then glanced cautiously at Emperor Feng Zhao; good heavens, he wasn't angry at all, but was still all smiles, completely at ease among the elderly people.
Before anyone noticed her, An Ge quickly slipped away. Oh well, as long as Emperor Feng Zhao is happy, that's all that matters. How much people will regret their actions later when they learn his true identity is not her concern.
They ran into Feng Jinghan, and after exchanging glances, they were both speechless.
"Did you see my dad playing cards?"
An Ge nodded sadly. If no one knew that he was the emperor of the Great Ye Kingdom, no one would have guessed that the old man who was spouting nonsense with his card-playing friends was once serious, composed and solemn.
"Your dad is fine this way!"
Feng Jinghan was startled when he recalled the first time he saw his father playing cards with someone else. If he hadn't been sure that it was his father, he would have thought that someone was impersonating him.
If those old fogies in the capital saw this, they might shed tears in the imperial palace.
"My father has been busy for most of his life, does he really have the leisure for this? As his son, we can only go along with him."
The two tacitly avoided mentioning Emperor Feng Zhao's somewhat rude words and actions.
"Oh right, I haven't congratulated you on getting what you wanted yet. Looks like I have great taste; I've snagged a powerful patron right away."
Although An Ge didn't elaborate, Feng Jinghan understood what she meant and wasn't surprised. After all, the shop manager was an immortal; it wasn't surprising that she knew about this.
He now knows what "clinging to someone's coattails" means; in fact, he's the one who's been clinging to the store manager's coattails.
"Do you have time today? I'd like to invite you and Manager Hu to dinner as a way to celebrate for me."
"Yes, absolutely. How can I let you treat me to a meal to celebrate? This meal is on me, let's go!" An Ge waved his hand generously, his manner quite magnanimous.
Feng Jinghan shook her head with a chuckle and followed An Ge's footsteps.
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