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

Not far after leaving the courtyard, Wu Feng saw several people standing at the entrance of the alley.

Fan Jianzheng glared angrily at the shadow blocking his way, with a guard carrying a sword following behind him.

Fan Jian seemed to want to force his way in, but the shadow was like a wall, not giving an inch.

Upon spotting Wu Feng, Fan Jianli immediately turned his gaze and strode towards Wu Feng.

Seeing that Wu Feng had come out, Shadow knew that the conversation inside was over, so he stepped aside and stopped blocking him.

Fan Jian strode up to Wu Feng, his voice laced with suppressed anger: "This time, you're not planning to say anything either?"

Wu Feng stepped aside to clear the path to the courtyard, his tone casual: "Chen Pingping is still inside, why don't you... go ask him?"

He had barely finished speaking when the courtyard gate creaked open again. A guard slowly pushed Chen Pingping's wheelchair out.

Fan Jian glanced at Chen Pingping in the wheelchair, but didn't speak to her. Instead, he fixed his gaze on Wu Feng's face again, his voice deepening:

"My Fan family is quite powerful in Kyoto."

"Chen Pingping also knows that I command a force that is no weaker than the Black Knights."

"Soon I will also inherit the title of Earl of Sinan from the Fan family."

At this point, Fan Jian paused and didn't continue, but the threat in his eyes and tone was already clear.

Wu Feng chuckled softly.

He turned his head to look at Chen Pingping, and pointed at Fan Jian with his chin: "Dean Chen, did you hear that? He's threatening me."

"You handle this."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, raised his hand and patted Fan Jian on the shoulder, with a half-smile on his face: "Not bad, you are a qualified Boiling Sheep."

After saying that, he ignored Fan Jian's frozen expression and walked straight past him, heading out of the alley.

"Stop him!" Fan Jian snapped back to reality and shouted in a low voice.

The guard he brought reacted extremely quickly, drawing his long sword with a clang and moving forward.

But he had only pulled the knife halfway out when his vision blurred.

Wu Feng's figure seemed to sway slightly.

The next second, Wu Feng appeared three steps behind the guard, and without stopping, continued walking unhurriedly towards the alley entrance.

The guard, holding his half-drawn sword, stood frozen in place.

He didn't even see how Wu Feng got there!

"The person who can stop me hasn't been born yet." Wu Feng's calm voice drifted over on the wind. "Dean Chen, I'm leaving this to you. You're in charge of handling this matter."

He waved to the crowd with his back to them, and his figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the alley.

It wasn't until Wu Feng was completely out of sight that the remaining few people in the alley came to their senses.

Fan Jian's face showed undisguised shock. He turned to Chen Pingping, his voice trembling slightly, "What...what kind of kung fu is that?"

Chen Pingping, sitting in her wheelchair, slowly shook her head: "I don't know. Including this time, I've only seen him twice."

The shadowy figure, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep: "Judging from the intensity of the true energy he just unleashed, it should be around the seventh rank. However... his lightness skill is very strong; Wang Qinian is not as good as him."

"How strong is it?" Chen Pingping asked.

The shadow remained silent for a moment before uttering three words: "I don't know."

Fan Jian gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes: "I'll send the Tiger Guards! We'll definitely catch him and get to the bottom of this!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"stop!"

Chen Pingping gave a cold shout, his voice not loud, but like ice beads hitting the ground.

Fan Jian stopped in his tracks, turned around, his face filled with confusion and anger: "Chen Pingping, what do you mean? Don't you want to know how he acquired his lightness skill?"

Chen Pingping ignored his words and turned her wheelchair towards the courtyard gate, saying, "Come with me."

After saying that, he turned his wheelchair and entered the yard.

Fan Jian stood in the alley, glanced again in the direction Wu Feng had left, his chest heaved a couple of times, and finally turned around and followed Chen Pingping into the courtyard.

The two entered a secluded side room in the courtyard.

As soon as the door closed, Fan Jian immediately questioned:

"What exactly do you mean? Are you saying that since His Majesty hasn't woken up yet, you've also joined the Princess's faction? If so, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Chen Pingping looked at him calmly, her wheelchair positioned in the shadows by the window: "How exactly do you intend to be impolite?"

Fan Jian walked to a chair and sat down, leaning forward:

"Then tell me what you know! Why did the three major pharmacies and Qingyutang so readily submit to the Princess's patronage?"

Chen Pingping did not answer the question.

He slowly began to speak, revealing another matter: "His Majesty has given me an oral decree."

Fan Jian was taken aback: "An oral order?"

"His Majesty said," Chen Pingping's voice was calm, "that the three major workshops belong to the Qing Kingdom and do not need to cooperate with other countries. He wants me to... find a way to sabotage this auction."

"What?!" Fan Jian finally realized what was happening. He jumped up from his chair, his face filled with shock. "His Majesty is awake?!"

Chen Pingping nodded.

Fan Jian paced back and forth in the room, trying to process the news.

Chen Pingping continued:

"The auction must proceed smoothly, and His Majesty's decree must be carried out."

"I didn't know what to do before, but now... I know."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Fan Jian quietly.

He sabotaged the auction, but Fan Jian learned of this and intervened, causing his operation to fail.

Fan Jian is the kind of person who would do such a thing, so even if His Majesty blames him afterward, he will only reprimand him a few times.

Fan Jian felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze and said, "What are you planning to do now? Make it clear first, I won't help you. Unless... you tell me about Wu Feng."

Chen Pingping still didn't respond to that question.

He tilted his head slightly, sizing up Fan Jian: "You're not an impatient person. Tell me, why are you in such a hurry this time?"

A fleeting, unnatural look crossed Fan Jian's face as he averted his gaze.

"There's no reason. I just don't understand, why can you know, why can Ye Songnian know, but I can't?"

Chen Pingping seemed not to hear his explanation and continued speaking to himself: "You only act like this when it involves Miss."

At this point, his voice softened, yet carried a penetrating quality: "Let me guess... Wu Zhu disappeared after that day."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as he looked at Fan Jian: "Is Wu Zhu back? And... have you met him before?"

Fan Jian's expression froze instantly; his lips moved, but no sound came out.

This subtle reaction did not escape Chen Pingping's notice.

Fan Jian abruptly turned around, no longer looking at Chen Pingping, and reached for the door: "Since you won't say, and His Majesty is already awake, I'll go ask him myself!"

His hand had just touched the latch...

"stop!"

Chen Pingping's voice suddenly rose, cold and sharp, like a knife cleaving through the air in the room.

Fan Jian's hand, which was resting on the door latch, abruptly stopped.