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After separating from Huangfu Mo and the others, Yun Weiyang returned to the Prime Minister's Residence. Pushing open the door, Yun Weiyang saw Feng Xuehan reading a book on a recliner, the warm sunlight shining down on his jade-like face outside the window, and his originally ice-cold face showing signs of melting. A cool breeze blew, and the black hair hanging on his shoulder fluttered slightly.

This extremely beautiful scene made Yun Weiyang unable to bear to break it. She unconsciously lowered her steps, and then walked to Feng Xue Han's side and sat down. Looking at Feng Xue Han's incomparably handsome profile, Yun Weiyang's expression became a little absent-minded.

Such a direct gaze was hard to miss. Putting down the book in his hand, Feng Xue Han asked: "Did you enjoy it?"

Blinking his bright eyes, Yun Weiyang stroked the hair on her forehead, unconcernedly saying: "It's not really that big of a feeling." What Yun Weiyang said was the truth. To her, the only thing that made her feel at ease and happy was being with Feng Xue Han. Although the two of them did not talk much, as long as the two of them could be together, she would feel at ease.

Standing up from the reclining chair, Feng Xue Han extended his hand towards Yun Weiyang, "Stand up."

Without hesitation, Yun Weiyang placed her hand in Feng Xue Han's palm, borrowing the other party's strength, Yun Weiyang stood up from the chair.

Clenching the strength in his hand, Feng Xue Han pulled Yun Weiyang and walked out.

Sitting in the carriage, Yun Weiyang looked at Feng Xue Han's ice-cold face and asked: "Han, where are we going?"

After waiting for a long time and not getting a reply, Yun Weiyang decided not to ask anymore. After all, he would know when the time came. With a turn of his body, Yun Weiyang laid on Feng Xue Han's lap, found the most comfortable place, and closed her eyes to rest.

At this time, Feng Xue Han lowered his eyes and looked at that peaceful face. There was an imperceptible gentleness deep within his ice-cold eyes.

Not knowing how long the carriage had been traveling for, Yun Weiyang could only faintly feel a cool and pleasant voice sound out beside her.

His fingers that tightly gripped the lapel moved, and the long, tight eyelashes gently flapped as he slowly opened his closed eyes. The misty, watery eyes glowed with a dark red halo, as if it was able to draw a person in.

He subconsciously buried his head into his warm chest and rubbed it against his forehead, as if he was trying to get rid of the sleep that had yet to leave his body. The fine strands of hair that hung in front of his forehead were lifted, revealing jade-white skin.

Feng Xue Han looked at Yun Weiyang's childish actions with a smile, and only at this moment did he see a childish aura from Yun Weiyang, he did not intend to reveal that it was not bad to have such a delightful scene every morning. After being together for such a long time, Feng Xue Han knew that it was only when Yun Weiyang had just woken up that he could show off his rarely seen daintiness.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Yun Weiyang asked sleepily: "You're here?" This time, she slept very comfortably. For those with hypoglycemia, having a good night's sleep was an incredibly blissful thing.

Feng Xue Han responded with a sound, then said: "Stand up!"

Lying on Feng Xue Han's leg, Yun Weiyang extended her hand towards Feng Xue Han, her eyes misty as she said: "Hug!"

Feng Xue Han's eyes were filled with a gentle smile, he took Yun Weiyang's hand, and carried her to sit up, extending his hand to help her tidy up clothes, his cold voice somewhat gentle, "When you're awake, get out of the car."

"Alright!" Yun Weiyang reached out to pat her face, and then followed Feng Xue Han out of the carriage.

As soon as he got out of the car, Yun Weiyang was stunned. What entered his eyes was a large area of purple bamboo forest, from afar he could not see the road, he turned to look at Feng Xue Han, and asked: "Han, this is?"

Feng Xue Han looked at Yun Weiyang who had a perplexed look in her eyes as she asked this question for a long time, her deep purple eyes flashed with a strange emotion. Stopping for a moment, she finally opened her mouth: "Follow me to a place."

The sharp-eyed Yun Weiyang did not miss the sorrowful look that flashed past Feng Xuehan's eyes. Unable to bear asking any further, Yun Weiyang obediently nodded her head.

After walking for a while, Yun Weiyang discovered that other than bamboo, there was only bamboo in front of her.

"Remember to be distracted." Feng Xue Han said with a hint of warning. Seeing Yun Weiyang nod, he then led her into the Purple Bamboo Forest.

As expected, there was a formation here ? While Yun Weiyang was concentrating on following Feng Xue Han's footsteps, she was thinking in her heart: What exactly is going on here that is so tightly organized, is it possible?

Gradually, Yun Weiyang felt a little tired, as if she had walked for a long time, but the scene before her was the same as before. Her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, she unconsciously raised her hand and held the big hand that tightly wrapped around her waist.

Sensing the emotions of the person in his embrace, Feng Xue Han slightly exerted some strength into his hands, and the ten fingers of both of their palms intersected. His deep voice carried a comforting aura: "Close your eyes."

Hearing this, Yun Weiyang closed her eyes. In the darkness, she could gradually hear the sounds of the birds and the sound of the flowing water.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Feng Xue Han finally stopped. At the same time, a benevolent voice sounded: "Welcome, Master." Saying that, he looked at Yun Weiyang, and asked: "Who is this?"

"My wife!" Feng Xue Han asked indifferently.

"Madam, your subordinate is being rude."

The old man in front of him was dressed in a silver black robe, his silver hair was fixed in place with a simple wooden hairpin. He looked like a seventy year old man, with a friendly face, good spirit, no beard on his face, walking steadily. Although he was old, the old man in front of him gave off an ethereal feeling when he raised his hand.

"It doesn't matter!" Yun Weiyang's tone was filled with respect for her elders.

Feng Xue Han's long and narrow eyes revealed a bit of admiration. Holding Yun Weiyang's hand tightly, he said: "This is Uncle Li, he was the one who raised me."

The old man called Uncle Li quickly said, "Young master, please don't say it like that. It really is killing this old man."

Seeing the inscription on the door of the small courtyard, Feng Xue Han's usually indifferent eyes held a few traces of sadness.

Yun Weiyang had never seen Feng Xue Han in such a state, so she used a bit of strength to hold Feng Xue Han's hand. Feng Xue Han, who had regained his senses, saw the worry in Yun Weiyang's eyes, and said solemnly: "I'm fine."

Standing at the side, Uncle Li's eyes became increasingly misty. "Is the Young Master here to see Madam?"

Feng Xue Han responded and walked in with Yun Weiyang. The courtyard wasn't big, and the four rooms surrounded the courtyard. The courtyard was filled with lilies, fish, and very clean.

Sitting in the courtyard, Yun Weiyang stared fixedly at Feng Xue Han who was skillfully brewing the tea. Waves of fragrance drifted from the pot, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Is there anything that Feng Xue Han can't do ?"

He placed the exquisite multicolored tea cup in front of Yun Weiyang, and poured some tea as he spoke: "This is the most favorite place for my mufei to come to when she was still alive."

The hand holding the cup trembled, and Yun Weiyang looked at Feng Xue Han in astonishment.

Feng Xuehan filled the cup in front of him, and his voice was long and distant. "When I was three years old, my mother's wife died."

Looking at the cup that was emitting a sweet fragrance in his hand, Yun Weiyang found it hard to swallow. She slowly placed the cup on the tea table, and thoughtfully looked at Feng Xue Han. After a long while of silence, Yun Weiyang asked: "Mother, how did she die?"

"He was poisoned to death." At this point, the coldness Feng Xue Han emitted made people shudder.

"Do you know who the murderer is?" Yun Weiyang looked at Feng Xue Han affectionately.

Shaking his head, Feng Xue Han said: "I don't know!" At that time, he was still very young. He only felt that his mother became more and more haggard every day, and in the end, she would just die, not to mention that his mother had just died.

Yun Weiyang felt touched by Feng Xuehan's childhood experience. A three year old child, especially when he was in the palace, had countless people secretly and openly tried to kill him, but Yun Weiyang had once heard Feng Xuehan mention that he had left the palace since he was three years old. Then, all these years, how had he lived?! What happened after that was something Yun Weiyang had heard from Yi Na and Thousand Shadows. Every time was a thrill of life and death, and these disasters were all brought to him by his so-called biological father.

Thinking up to this point, Yun Weiyang felt a huge amount of anger rising from her chest. She was an orphan, and never knew what kinship was, but why was the kinship that she saw like this? His own father had tried to kill his own child, but he was only a three-year-old child, how could he possibly do so?

Suddenly, his hands warmed up. Yun Weiyang lifted her head to look, what entered her eyes was Feng Xue Han's somewhat gentle, handsome face. With a flip of his hand, the palm that was originally on the back of his hand landed on Yun Weiyang's palm. Yun Weiyang took a deep breath, slowly calming himself down.

"Central'er, with you here now, I am very satisfied!" Feng Xue's cold voice was like a warm breeze blowing, causing Yun Weiyang's heart to suddenly calm down.

"Who is it?" Feng Xue Han's eyes that were as sharp as knives swept towards the entrance of the courtyard.

Yun Weiyang's face changed, she also looked towards the door, only to see a man dressed in a blue robe with a fan in his hand, his demeanor exuding a sense of wealth. Looking at his face, Yun Weiyang's face changed, the hand she placed on the table tightened, without waiting for Feng Xue Han to react, she stepped on the ground, and jumped towards him.

Seeing this, Feng Xue Han remained seated on the couch, his ice-cold expression the same as before.

Pulling out the sword that was wrapped around his waist, Yun Weiyang said to Uncle Li: "Uncle Li, you step back first."

"Yes, Madam!" Uncle Li smiled with relief. It seemed like the young master had finally found someone who could accompany him for life. How could he not be happy?

Yun Weiyang stood at the doorway, the sword in her hand was placed in front of her chest with a 'sou' sound, coldly looking at the approaching person, and said: "Where did this little thief come from, do you think that there's no one here?"

The person frowned as he looked at the girl before him. His deep voice carried a majestic tone as he asked unhappily, "Who are you?"

The corners of Yun Weiyang's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a touch of ridicule, she looked at the incoming person and mocked: "I should be the one asking the questions, who are you? Didn't your parents teach you the rules? "

"How dare you!" The person said angrily.

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