The three words “凤傲天” (Feng Autian) are undoubtedly a nightmare within the nightmares for the citizens of the capital.
When news of the regent’s return to the capital spread, the citizens received the message early. The once bustling and lively streets were now closed and silent, with businesses shut down.
The normally crowded streets became unusually spacious. Feng Autian sat on the imperial carriage, observing the streets where, besides his guards, not a single soul could be seen.
On this rare beautiful day with a gentle breeze, the atmosphere was stiflingly oppressive. Feng Autian couldn’t help but feel somewhat annoyed. What lord or prince lived a life like hers, causing people to shudder at the mere mention of her name?
Images of her past atrocities in the capital flashed through her mind. Wherever the regent appeared, rivers of blood would flow, and cries of agony echoed. Yet, beyond that, if a handsome man was spotted on the streets, regardless of the reason, he might be forcefully taken to the regent’s residence. In the capital, any man with a pleasing appearance dared not swagger on the streets for fear of being mistakenly favored by the regent. Once taken into the regent’s residence, there was no turning back, and he would disappear from the public eye.
The heavy sound of carriage shafts moving and the solemn footsteps of the guards echoed in her ears. A glint of sharpness flashed in her eyes. She was determined that, many years later, anyone who heard the three words “凤傲天” (Feng Autian) would not only fear her but also show reverence. She aimed to create her splendid glory on this vast continent.
As the regent’s residence approached, when the imperial carriage reached the mansion’s gate, she could see a crowd of people kneeling, all of them seemingly men at first glance.
“The Lord is returning to the palace!” The imperial carriage slowly came to a stop, and Si Xi stood to the side, raising his voice to announce.
“We humbly welcome the Lord back to the palace!” The people kneeling on the ground shouted in unison.
Feng Autian descended from the imperial carriage and looked up. She saw a pair of eyes filled with hot tears, joyfully anticipating her return. If there was still someone in the world hoping for her safe return, apart from the old servant Feng Gonggong who had served her since childhood, it would be hard to find a second person.
“Please rise.” Feng Autian sat in the imperial carriage with dignity and spoke.
“Thank you, my Lord.” The people responded in unison, each getting up and standing respectfully to the side.
“My Lord, you have finally returned.” Feng Gonggong twisted his body, taking quick steps as he approached. Seeing Feng Autian safe and sound, the anxiety he had been feeling these days finally lifted.
Feng Autian, seeing Feng Gonggong so overjoyed, felt a warmth in her heart. Rarely, does she reveal a gentle, faint smile. “How has the palace been?”
Feng Gonggong, seeing Feng Autian give him a faint smile, suddenly felt his eyes moistening with excitement. “Everything at the palace is in order, my Lord. The meals have been prepared, and you have been on the road for a long time. Please take a brief rest before having your meal.”
“Very well.” Feng Autian nodded slightly and proceeded to walk towards the palace.
She walked with a steady pace, her phoenix eyes cold and focused, moving slowly towards the palace. The men standing respectfully on both sides of her were all exceptionally handsome, and dazzling in their appearance. However, Feng Autian was indifferent to the beauty before her. A fleeting glance was all it took for her to capture the fear, hatred, and resentment in their eyes, a fear that originated from the depths of their hearts.
The entrance of the imposing and majestic Regent’s Palace was crowded with beautiful men, yet Feng Autian did not feel the joy of returning home. On the contrary, a heavy atmosphere lingered over the palace, filled with cold and murderous intent, making her uneasy.
Feng Autian stared straight ahead, not intentionally focusing on any particular handsome man. The beautiful men at her side all bowed their heads, holding their thoughts, none daring to act out of line.
However, there was one exception – a person who could rush forward without any hesitation. He was the most beloved male consort of the Regent in the past year and renowned as the number one handsome man in Feng Country: Yè Mèi Xī
“Lord, I finally see your long-awaited return.” Feng Autian heard a pleasant voice from her side, accompanied by a glimpse of a flamboyant figure. Swiftly, information about this person flashed through her mind, accompanied by a fleeting sense of killing intent. She casually brushed her sleeve, creating a barrier between them.
The figure in flamboyant red took advantage of the opportunity to pull a corner of the large robe blocking his way. His beautiful eyes turned, taking a pitiful step forward, getting closer to Feng Autian. “My Lord, I have been yearning day and night for you. The moment you return, you forget about me.”
Hearing this, Feng Autian’s eyes flickered slightly, and a wicked smile curled on her lips. She turned her gaze, attempting to lower her voice as much as possible. “How could I forget such a charming person like you?” With a lift of her wrist, the figure in flamboyant red fell into her embrace.
Raising her fingers, Feng Autian hooked the man’s chin in her embrace. He possessed an unparalleled and enchanting appearance, covered in red fabric that outlined his body. The graceful neck was slightly raised, revealing delicate, creamy skin. Half-hidden and half-revealed, his beautiful eyes contained a smile with charm and enchantment. With a slight curve of his lips, his red mouth opened slightly, tempting someone to taste the fullness. He emanated a bewitching charm from deep within, with a captivating appearance, appearing coy and inviting.
“My Lord, let me attend to you tonight.” The man, with seductive eyes, allowed his onion-like white jade fingers to slowly glide over Feng Autian’s jade hand beneath the robe. Simultaneously, his moist tongue gently licked over her delicate fingers. Softly, he whispered, “My Lord, is this service satisfactory for you?”
Under the blue sky and white sun, at least four to five hundred handsome men were standing outside the mansion. Which one of them didn’t shrink away and be intimidated when they saw the regent?
But this night, Meixi approached them diligently and showed off like this in front of them. He also said such obscene words. He was really shameless in the declining world.
Feng Autian’s smile deepened, and her arm around his waist tightened. In her mind, she silently cursed, surprised that a man’s waist could be softer than a woman’s. Look at this face that brought calamity to the nation and the people. Who said that a woman’s beauty causes disaster? This man was too enchanting, causing harm for thousands of years. If it weren’t for him whispering sweet words in Feng Autian’s ear, she would have stayed peacefully in the palace instead of rushing thousands of miles to the border, resulting in her untimely death.
She slightly lowered her head, her handsome face close to his stunning one. A faint fragrance emanated from him, filling the space between their noses. It seemed to possess a kind of magic, making it impossible for anyone who smelled it to escape its allure.
There was an irreversible coldness between Feng Aotian’s brows and eyes, and with the raised red lips, he became even more cold as ice. His lips seemed to be gliding lightly over the corner of Ye Meixi’s seductive mouth, and she hugged him and walked towards him happily. He walked forward and said, “I will be satisfied with having such a lovely person to serve you. You have to make me happy tonight.”
