The immortal of the Tang Dynasty, but the game starts at Xuanwu Gate?

"Is this the mansion His Majesty bestowed upon us? It's quite magnificent."

Led by Feng Zhidai, Feng Ang and his wife arrived at the Yue State Duke's Mansion, a gift from Li Shimin. Lady Wei glanced at the mansion and then paid no further attention to it.

There was something she didn't say: the mansion here was far inferior to their estate in Lingnan.

Feng Jiaguang had as many as five or six thousand servants, and his house was so large that it was unimaginable to outsiders. Although it looked nice, in Wei's eyes, it was just so-so.

"Mother, Huai'an lives just across the corner, very close by," Feng Zhidai pointed to the location of the Chen residence.

Mrs. Wei was somewhat surprised: "Really? That's great! You've been fighting alongside your father since you were little, so I'm not worried about your martial arts skills. You've also read a lot of books and have good writing skills, but you're a little slow on the uptake."

"From now on in Chang'an, you should spend more time with Huai'an, listen to his advice and learn from him."

Lady Wei cautioned, "The waters of Chang'an are deep; be extremely careful in your words and actions."

Feng Zhidai was somewhat helpless. Among his siblings, he was the best at fighting, and his literary talent was only so-so. He was much worse in other aspects.

Having been in Chang'an for so long, he had seen a lot and understood the dangers involved, so he had always been very well-behaved.

Feng Qiao'er interjected with a smile, "Mother, don't worry, my brother has always been very low-key and never causes trouble."

"Well... I used to love visiting brothels."

"By the way, where's your sister-in-law? Didn't she come?"

Feng Zhidai was startled and looked at his younger sister in disbelief.

Madam Wei immediately raised her eyebrows, her face darkening: "Visiting brothels? Is that how I've always taught you?"

"You only learn the bad things, not the good ones!"

"Leaving Lingnan, I think you've really let yourself go. You dare go to a place like that? If you catch some kind of scourge, you'll be called Ma Zhidai from now on. We, the Feng family, have no place like you!"

Feng Zhidai: "..."

He couldn't hold back anymore. Why was he being kicked out of the family tree so easily?

Feng Zhidai quickly explained, "Mother, I didn't do anything like that. I just went to listen to some music and have a few drinks. I didn't do anything else!"

Ms. Wei sneered, not believing such words at all.

If you go to a place like that and drink alcohol, can you still control yourself?

Feng Zhidai panicked and hurriedly began to explain.

Feng Ang glanced at his son, somewhat gloating, and said to Feng Qiao'er, "We were in a hurry to get to Chang'an, so we left ahead of time. Your sister-in-law and your two nephews were exhausted from the long journey and couldn't take it anymore, so they were resting in Weinan and will be here in the next couple of days."

"When your sister-in-law comes over, tell her all about your brother's glorious deeds, so she knows what the man she's been thinking about all day has been up to."

Feng Zhidai: "..."

Feng Qiao'er smiled and nodded, giving the lifeless Feng Zhidai a meaningful look before leading her parents into the house.

Inside the Duke of Yue's mansion, many servants were packing up their belongings.

Feng Ang did not come empty-handed; he brought an enormous amount of supplies, and the convoy he led today was only transporting a small portion of them.

There are still many items being unloaded from the ship, and the goods will be delivered in batches.

To promote friendly exchanges between the Central Plains and Lingnan regions and to celebrate the opening of the canal transport route between the two places, a batch of goods were exchanged. He understood.

As for the room where she would stay, Feng Qiao'er had already ordered someone to prepare it.

After the family sat down, Feng Qiao'er poured tea for Feng Ang, remained silent for a moment, and then asked softly, "Father, can we temporarily lend you the military power you hold?"

Feng Ang paused, his hand holding the teacup still, all his smile, gentleness, and nonchalant expression vanishing without a trace. He put down the teacup, the crisp sound echoing in the room.

At this moment, Feng Qiao'er and Feng Zhidai didn't dare to breathe, feeling immense pressure. Even Madam Wei remained silent.

It seemed as if everything before was a pretense. At this moment, Feng Ang finally revealed the charisma befitting the overlord of Lingnan.

"Temporarily borrowed? By whom?"

Feng Qiao'er didn't reply, but Feng Ang already understood: "It's Huai'an, isn't it?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Father, how did you know?" Feng Qiao'er asked in astonishment.

"How would I know?" Feng Ang raised his eyes. "At our first meeting today, Huai'an showed an unusual interest in the military power I hold. The feeling he gave me was that I could let go of it myself, but he didn't want to."

"In some ways, he was even more eager than I was to keep my military power from being taken away."

"Guess how I guessed it?"

Feng Qiao'er's expression changed drastically, and she quickly explained, "Father, don't misunderstand. Huai'an isn't after your military power... Although I don't know exactly why, I have a feeling that he wouldn't harm our Feng family."

"That would be doing something foolish!" Feng Ang narrowed his eyes. "As my daughter, ever since you were old enough to understand, you've been helping me manage affairs in Lingnan with your mother."

"You surely know what the military power I hold means, don't you?"

"The 20,000 cavalry that can be mobilized at will, if given enough time, can also be assembled into an army of 50,000. And these will not be miscellaneous soldiers, nor will they be an exaggerated 50,000 troops. They will all be named and accounted for, without any false representations of an army."

"With 50,000 troops, under certain circumstances, you could even overthrow a dynasty. What are you planning to do?"

Feng Qiao'er was very nervous. Feng Ang had never spoken to her in this tone before. She hesitated and said, "I...I don't know."

"You don't know?" Surprisingly, Feng Ang wasn't angry; he merely raised his chin slightly. "Why wouldn't you know?"

"Did Huai'an mention it to you?"

"...No." Feng Qiao'er knew she couldn't hide it from Feng Ang; to him, she was far too naive, so she answered honestly.

"Back then, when my brother and I came to Chang'an, we inquired about many people along the way. According to Grandma's prophecy, we set our sights on Chen Langjun. At that time, I felt that he was the best marriage partner and the most suitable match for me."

Feng Ang nodded: "Go on."

Feng Zhidai remained silent, sitting quietly. He really couldn't understand why his little sister had suddenly brought this up.

When did Chen Huai'an ever say he wanted to borrow troops?

Feng Qiao'er observed Feng Ang's expression and continued, "However, Chen Langjun is preoccupied with the affairs of the state and has no intention of getting married. He has even less interest in daughters. Even when His Majesty tried to arrange a marriage, Chen Langjun was initially unwilling to participate."

When she said this, Feng Qiao'er's expression was somewhat unnatural.

When she was in Lingnan, countless men were captivated by her beauty. She believed that she was beautiful enough to make most men in the world fall in love.

But after arriving in Chang'an, not only Chen Huai'an and those high-ranking officials, but even most of the eldest sons of noble families showed little interest in her.

Everyone's first impression is of her value.

Wei raised an eyebrow slightly, but Feng Ang did not show any surprise.

If someone like Chen Huai'an could be captivated by beauty, then he wouldn't deserve to be in his current position.

It's normal that he has no interest in Feng Qiao'er.

"..."