On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 15 The King Regent Has Invited

With that said, Ye Zhiyu had already stood up and did not want to continue chatting with Ye Yushi.

He was testing himself, and Ye Zhiyu knew it clearly.

But how could Ye Zhiyu take the bait so easily?
Her various reactions were perfect. Ye Yushi couldn't find anything suspicious, so he had to give up.

By the time Ye Zhiyu picked up Xiaofengtuan and Xiaojiu and returned to the palace, the two children were so full that they burped repeatedly.

Seeing their foodie looks, Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but smile.

"You two are really rude. You are eating and drinking here in such an exaggerated way. If you don't know, you would think that my mother didn't give you enough to eat."

While joking, Ye Zhiyu led the two of them back to the Regent's Palace.

But Ye Zhiyu didn't expect that as soon as she stepped into her yard, she was stopped by the housekeeper and others.

"Butler, what do you mean?" Ye Zhiyu glanced up and down and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Miss Wang, Your Highness the Regent has invited you." The butler's tone was still respectful, but also a bit irresistible.

Ye Zhiyu's mind moved slightly when he heard this, but his face showed no trace of dew at all.

At this point, what else does Feng Wuming want to do?

The next second, some scenes of her previous "intimate contact" with Feng Wuming suddenly rushed into her mind.

Only then did Ye Zhiyu finally remember that there was still this problem.

So Feng Wuming wouldn't want to settle the score for her own use of his spiritual power, right?

How can you be so narrow-minded!

"Okay, let's go."

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

Ye Zhiyu stood up while muttering, and followed the housekeeper towards the door.

Finally, the two of them stopped in front of Feng Wuming's study.

The housekeeper planned to send her here and turned around and left without saying a word.

Ye Zhiyu was left alone here.She looked up at the closed door in front of her, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Ye Zhiyu pushed the door open and saw a tall figure standing in front of the window.

He has a very slender figure, his black brocade clothes make his face handsome and perfect, his long hair falls like a waterfall around his waist, and his whole person exudes an aura of dignity and self-importance.

He just stood there quietly, as if he was the only one existing in the world.

"Your Majesty, the peasant woman has come as you ordered."

Ye Zhiyu was the first to break the strange atmosphere and directly announced his home, holding his neck.

"Wang Xiao'e? Ha."

Feng Wuming read out the name word by word, then put away his sleeves and sneered, his eyes unpredictable.

As long as this person stands there, the aura around him is constantly putting pressure on others.

Ye Zhiyu really felt a little nervous when he was staring at him like this.

"Why did the prince call the civilian woman by her name?" Ye Zhiyu blinked pretending to be innocent.

The next second, Feng Wuming's expression suddenly darkened, as if he had to grind his molars before finally speaking:

"Explain to me what you did to me under the guise of acupuncture this afternoon. You don't remember it, right? Miracle doctor?"

Feng Wuming's gaze was extremely oppressive, as if it could penetrate people's hearts directly, making people unable to help but feel afraid.

But now the person he was facing was Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu caught his gaze and looked at him with a smile, and his aura was not weak at all.

"Why has acupuncture become a banner? The women are really giving you acupuncture treatment. You can confirm this by feeling whether your breath and pulse have become more stable."

This is true. After the acupuncture, Feng Wuming could indeed feel that his body felt much more comfortable.

(End of this chapter)