Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

It was nearing noon, in the sleeping quarters of Guangxin Palace.

The door creaked open.

Having already bathed, Wu Feng walked out of the bedroom, his steps a little unsteady, and he almost tripped on the threshold.

He steadied himself by holding onto the door frame before continuing to walk out.

Chunmei had been waiting outside the door. Seeing him come out, she immediately took two steps forward: "Your Highness, where is she? How is she?"

Wu Feng cleared his throat, his voice still a little hoarse: "His Highness has just finished bathing and gone to bed. Lunch... there's no need to order it, let His Highness rest well."

Chunmei was taken aback, then glared at Wu Feng and lowered her voice, "Why didn't you take it easy?"

Wu Feng didn't reply, but simply raised his hand and adjusted his collar.

Chunmei glanced over instinctively, and froze the next moment. There were several obvious red marks on his neck, as if he had been choked hard.

"This...this was pinched by His Highness?" Chunmei's voice was even lower.

Wu Feng rolled his eyes at her, as if looking at an idiot: "I want to take it easy, but do you think... given His Highness's temperament, is it up to me to make that decision?"

Chunmei opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

With her neck choked like that, no wonder her voice is hoarse.

"I understand," she said, her tone softening. "Go back and rest first, and I'll have someone bring some ointment over to apply for you later."

Wu Feng nodded, trying to keep his legs from trembling too much, and walked towards the small garden.

His back view looked a bit disheveled.

As Chunmei watched his slightly unsteady figure, her worries slowly dissipated.

In the end, it wasn't His Highness who was in a sorry state.

She gently pushed open the door to the bedroom.

It was very quiet inside, and the expected scent did not appear; there was only a faint fragrance.

Chunmei tiptoed to the bedside, where Li Yunrui was already asleep.

Half of her face was visible beneath the quilt, her skin more supple and rosy than ever before, her lips a deep crimson, and her eyelashes casting soft shadows on her eyelids.

His breathing was even and deep, and the corners of his mouth were even slightly curved, as if he were having a good dream.

Chunmei stood by the bed for a long time, her expression complex.

She bent down and carefully tucked the blanket around Li Yunrui.

"Is it really worth it, Your Highness..." she murmured softly, as if asking the person on the bed, or perhaps asking herself.

After tucking the blanket in, Chunmei turned and left, her footsteps so light they were almost inaudible.

Almost the instant the door closed, Li Yunrui opened his eyes.

does it worth?

She doesn't know either.

Was I too impulsive just now?

She was the eldest princess of the Qing Kingdom, of incomparably noble status, yet she gave her virginity to a lowly man of humble origins…

Thinking about this, a sense of humiliation welled up from the bottom of my heart.

But just as this sense of humiliation began to surface, another emotion surged up immediately—a kind of pleasure that made her feel numb all over, so intense that her fingertips trembled slightly.

That feeling... made her addicted and obsessed.

She was so infatuated that she could resist the urge to kill the little man who had defiled her noble body.

As she thought about it, a smile slowly appeared on her fair face.

Her smile was radiant, yet it carried a hint of illness.

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On the other side, Wu Feng returned to the servants' quarters next to the small garden, closed the door, and collapsed onto the bed, which had already been covered with brocade quilts.

He let out a long sigh.

Some lingering sensations reminded him of what had just happened. Li Yunrui… that woman… she really was a madwoman.

However, today wasn't a complete failure.

He closed his eyes and silently said in his mind: Open the system panel.

A pale blue light curtain appeared.

[Host: Wu Feng]

[Identity: Personal eunuch of the Eldest Princess]

[Cultivation Level: Rank 3]

[Exercise Method: Qi Stream]

[Skills: None]

[Mood value: 4220]

[Item: Hidden Sand Projectile (Concealed Weapon)]

Not only did the emotional value pay off the debt, but it also increased by more than 4,000 points.

Wu Feng couldn't help but smile.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Chunmei walked in carrying a small porcelain bottle. When she saw him lying on the bed, she paused.

"Didn't you say you'd have someone else deliver it?" Wu Feng sat up.

"It's best not to let a third person know what happened to you." Chunmei's expression was calm as she walked to the bedside. "Take off your clothes, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Wu Feng thought about it and realized she was right, so he obediently took off his shirt and lay down.

Chunmei opened the porcelain bottle, dipped her finger in the ointment, and gently applied it to the red marks on his neck and shoulders.

The ointment felt cool and relieved the burning sensation on my skin.

"No wonder you were in such a hurry to kill the eunuchs..." Chunmei suddenly said softly.

Wu Feng didn't respond to that question, instead asking, "Can we trust those sword-wielding maids around Your Highness?"

Chunmei continued working: "Yes. They were all adopted and personally trained by His Highness from a young age; they won't betray us."

"That's good." Wu Feng continued, "Send two of them to Suzhou to find out the situation in the three major districts. His Highness should need these things soon."

"I understand," Chunmei replied calmly.

She didn't ask why.

This guy's relationship with His Highness is different now.

Even if His Highness doesn't admit it, what this guy said already represents His Highness's meaning to some extent.

Most importantly, given this guy's shameless and unscrupulous nature, His Highness will most likely... listen to him.

After Chunmei finished applying the medicine, she placed the porcelain bottle on the small table beside the bed: "Apply it once in the morning and once at night, and it will disappear in two days."

"Thanks, Sister Chunmei." Wu Feng smiled.

Chunmei glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The door was closed, and the servants' quarters fell silent again.

Wu Feng lay back down, staring at the dark ceiling.

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Meanwhile, the entire city of Kyoto was in complete chaos.

The mysterious Taiping Villa on the eastern outskirts of Beijing was attacked last night!

Ye Qingmei, who was incredibly wealthy and even the royal family had to be wary of, also disappeared in this attack!

There are rumors that Ye Qingmei is dead and her body has been taken away, and there are also rumors that she has escaped and gone into hiding.

But whether Ye Qingmei is dead or not, this matter is enough to shock the whole world!

Who has such audacity? Who dares to lay a hand on Taiping Villa?

In the restaurants and teahouses of the capital, people whispered amongst themselves, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Despite the shock, few people truly pitied Ye Qingmei.

In fact, most people didn't care whether she was dead or alive. They only hoped that this wouldn't affect them.

That's just how the world is.

When the weak suffer, some people might offer a few words of sympathy, but when the strong are in trouble, everyone just hopes they die far away so as not to drag others down with them.

……

Inside the palace, the atmosphere was even more eerie.

The mistresses of each palace stayed indoors, and even Consort Ning, who was usually the most active, stayed obediently in her own palace.

The eunuchs and palace maids walking along the palace path walked faster than usual, their heads bowed low, as if afraid of seeing something they shouldn't.

A storm is quietly brewing over the seemingly peaceful skies of Kyoto.