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<p>At the foot of the mountain, Li Mincan saw Zi Yun waving at him.</p>

<p>“Young Miss, wake up!”</p>

<p>Zi Yun took the medicine bag and waited beside the carriage.</p>

<p>" Zi Yun, let’s get on the carriage first!"</p>

<p>“Yao’er had fallen asleep.”</p>

<p>“Let me help her with the medicine!”</p>

<p>Li Mincan carefully removed Feng Zhiyao’s stockings. However, when he saw her small and exquisite feet, he couldn’t help but recall the scene of him kissing her. His face and ears flushed red.</p>

<p>When the medicine was used, Li Mincan said that he would escort them back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion.</p>

<p>Zi Yun didn’t say anything. Eldest Miss and Young Master Li called each other so intimately, they should be a good friend. As a servant, it wasn’t convenient for her to say anything.</p>

<p>After Li Mincan left the Prime Minister’s Mansion, he went to the Heavenly Water Room on the third floor of Songhe Restaurant.</p>

<p>“Mincan, are you delayed by something?”</p>

<p>Xuanyuan Haohan’s sharp gaze swept across Li Mincan. The usually punctual person was actually late!</p>

<p>At this moment, Xuanyuan Haohan was lazily leaning against the soft couch. Every single movement he made was filled with noble grace that no one else could learn. This was a product of the imperial family, a disposition that was exuded from his bones.</p>

<p>“No.”</p>

<p>Li Mincan faintly smiled and sat at the bottom of his chair. He was still thinking about that little girl’s sweet sleeping appearance.</p>

<p>“What are you thinking about?”</p>

<p>“So entranced?”</p>

<p>Xuanyuan Haohan raised an eyebrow as he saw Li Mincan’s expression.</p>

<p>After hesitating for a while, Li Minghan finally shook his head. “It’s nothing …”</p>

<p>"Mincan, you’re not young anymore, should get married soon. It’s almost the Blue Festival.</p>

<p>When the time comes, tell me who’s in your favor, and I’ll be the match-maker for you!"</p>

<p>Xuanyuan Haohan saw Li Mincan’s peculiar expression. The corners of his lips curled up, and a warm smile could be seen on his lips.</p>

<p>“Let’s not talk about this matter for now. Why did you ask me to come here this time?”</p>

<p>Li Mincan elegantly picked up the white jade teacup, lowering his gaze to look at the jade tea leaves floating in the cup as he asked.</p>

<p>“Wen Xingyuan has officially taken the position of the Patriarch of the number one family in the Nan Shao Kingdom.”</p>

<p>Xuanyuan Haohan suddenly smiled. He quietly looked at the tea in the white jade teacup with an incomparable understanding in his eyes. The Wen Family’s influence did not exist in Nan Shao Kingdom just now, but Wen Xingyuan’s unfathomable power had pierced into his heart like a thorn.</p>

<p>He was five years older than Wen Xingyuan, and he was only given the title of King of Qin three years ago. Meanwhile, at the age of twelve, Wen Xingyuan had become the future head of the Wen Family. After eight years of scheming and internal strife, he had firmly grasped the power of Wen Family in his hands.</p>

<p>Such ruthlessness, such methods, it made him feel a dull ache in his back.</p>

<p>Perhaps the first thing he should do after taking the throne was to pull out the thorn, Wen Family!</p>

<p>“Haohan, Wen Family is neutral right now!”</p>

<p>"They didn’t go to the other parties. He didn’t understand what Xuanyuan Haohan was worried about.</p>

<p>“Neutral?”</p>

<p>“Not necessarily!”</p>

<p>He was very close to his seventh brother.</p>

<p>A deep look flashed across Xuanyuan Haohan’s cold eyes.</p>

<p>A faint smile bloomed on Li Mincan’s face, but his glass-like eyes were as calm as water, but the calm waves were so turbulent that no one knew. Hhe had promised his father, who had died, he would definitely racking his brains to help Xuanyuan Haohan obtain the throne.</p>

<p>“If he leans toward any of them, then we should be really worried!”</p>

<p>“For now, he can still be our friend!”</p>

<p>Li Mincan said with a frown.</p>

<p>“Let’s just wait and see!”</p>

<p>Xuanyuan Haohan was serene and leisurely. A gentle breeze blew past, brushing against his flying black hair. His expression never changed. His gaze was as cold as snow and his body as steady as a mountain. He was like an unwavering boulder, no power could move him.</p>

<p>….</p>

<p>Until the night fell, Feng Zhiyao slowly woke up, " Zi Yun, where is him?"</p>

<p>It was strange, didn’t he say that he would carry her down the mountain?</p>

<p>After a short time, she was already in her room.</p>

<p>“Eldest Miss, why don’t you take a look at the color of the sky? After senting us back, he said goodbye and left!”</p>

<p>“Eldest Miss, Young Master Li is very considerate towards you!”</p>

<p>Zi Yun explained everything that Li Mincan had done for her.</p>

<p>When Feng Zhiyao heard this, her eyebrows curved up in a smile. This meant that Mincan was not completely uninterested in her!</p>

<p>….</p>

<p>On the seventeenth of August, someone actually sent a note inviting her out on an outing.</p>

<p>“Eldest Miss, I heard that the old master is very satisfied with young master Wen. You shouldn’t wear such plain clothes!”</p>

<p>Zi Yun looked at Feng Zhiyao, who was wearing a white silk dress, and reminded her while pouting her small mouth.</p>

<p>“Which one is young master Wen?”</p>

<p>She was confused.</p>

<p>“It is young master Wen who has taken over the position of Patriarch of the Wen Family. The one you saw at Songhe Restaurant last time. He was called Wen Xingyuan. Young master Wen was also a friend of King of Qi!”</p>

<p>Hearing this, Zi Yun’s lips twitched a few times. How could Eldest Miss forget?</p>

<p>“Oh, it’s him!”</p>

<p>She hadn’t forgotten that he was friend of King of Qi.</p>

<p>She didn’t have a good impression of that man’s friends.</p>

<p>“Eldest Miss, are you really going to wear this?”</p>

<p>Zi Yun frowned. The old master had told her to dress Eldest Miss properly, but now it was over. She had messed up.</p>

<p>Feng Zhiyao left without looking back. This time, she didn’t bring Zi Yun. Of course, it was order from Father Feng!</p>

<p>When Feng Zhiyao arrived at the entrance, she saw a luxurious carriage parked at the entrance. This reminded Feng Zhiyao of the handsome and unreasonable Chairman of HSBC Corporation who had pestered he. That made her want to sneak back to the Begonia Garden to sleep.</p>

<p>However, the next second, a voice that was as warm as water rang out, causing one to feel comfortable all over when hearing it.</p>

<p>“Please get on the carriage.”</p>

<p>His smile was clear and elegant, his eyes burning with passion.</p>

<p>“Ur …”</p>

<p>“Alright …”</p>

<p>Forget it. Currently, the pretty boy was in front of her. Why would she be at a loss over what to do with them?</p>

<p>Besides, she couldn’t refute Father Feng’s good intentions!</p>

<p>Eighty percent of the time, Father Feng was worried that she would be “seriously ill” and wouldn’t be able to get married.</p>

<p>The interior of the carriage was beautifully arranged.</p>

<p>“Congratulations on becoming the Patriarch!”</p>

<p>To stand out among the young masters of Wen Family, he must have his own methods.</p>

<p>The atmosphere was so heavy that Feng Zhiyao was the first to break the silence.</p>

<p>He nodded, and then smiled and asked, “The last time I heard you play a very special tune, may I ask where did you learn it from?”</p>

<p>How to answer that?</p>

<p>In the future?</p>

<p>“Patriarch Wen, are you inviting me out just to ask me this question?”</p>

<p>She smiled coquettishly and took the opportunity to change the subject.</p>

<p>“No, I just want to spend more time with…”</p>

<p>"…You. "</p>

<p>He had already missed more than twenty days for business.</p>

<p>Why did it sound like he liked her a little?</p>

<p>“Patriarch Wen, what do you mean by this?”</p>

<p>She asked a question which he should have known the answers.</p>

<p>“Don’t be so aloof. Can you call me Xingyuan?”</p>

<p>When he heard her call him in such a estranged way, he felt a sense of loss. Could it be that she was still thinking of King of Qi?</p>

<p>“Xingyuan.”</p>

<p>There was a hint of coquettishness in her sparkling eyes. She thought to herself, today’s injury on my foot is pretty much healed. She didn’t mind taking an ancient “car shaking”.</p>

<p>“Yao’er?”</p>

<p>Wen Xingyuan raised his head to look at her bright and beautiful face, dumbfounded.</p>

<p>“Am I beautiful?”</p>

<p>As Feng Zhiyao asked, she slowly took off the Soft Mist that she was wearing on her shoulders. At this moment, her long hair was hanging down, and her small face was covered with ripples of pears. Her eyes were bright, her shoulders were bare, and her veil was lightly pulled off …</p>

<p>Beautiful, very beautiful. At this moment, he had a strong desire to possess her. He really wanted to ruthlessly force her into his arms until they died.</p></blockquote>

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