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

Chapter 80 The Eldest Princess: Let me test you~

About fifteen minutes later, Li Yunrui leisurely withdrew his foot.

However, the plain white silk stocking on her feet was now soaked with sweat from wiping Wu Feng's face, and had become semi-transparent.

The outline of her fair feet was faintly visible beneath the semi-transparent stockings, exuding an indescribable ambiguity.

Li Yunrui took out a plain white handkerchief embroidered with orchids from her bosom and handed it to Wu Feng: "You're in charge of wiping it clean."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Wu Feng took the handkerchief and naturally placed Li Yunrui's feet on his lap, then gently removed the wet silk stockings from her feet.

She took off her socks, revealing her fair and smooth feet.

Wu Feng carefully wiped her feet with a handkerchief, from the instep to the sole, and then to each toe, his movements very gentle.

[Ding~ Mood points +100!]

"Well……"

Li Yunrui let out a long, comfortable moan, her voice drawn out in a lazy, drawn-out tone. Her alluring eyes were half-closed as she enjoyed Wu Feng's ministrations.

She raised her other leg, her toes, encased in clean silk stockings, gently rubbing against Wu Feng's lower abdomen, watching his eyes sparkle:

"Several censors submitted memorials today, impeaching Qin Ye, the chief envoy of the Privy Council."

"Qin Ye also serves as the commander of the Kyoto Garrison Division. He bears undeniable responsibility for the attack on the Fan family last night. Therefore, those censors said that Qin Ye must be punished."

"Xiao Wuzi, what do you think?"

Wu Feng didn't look up, still focused on wiping her feet: "Your Highness, you should already have made a decision, why are you asking me?"

"Let me test you~" Li Yunrui raised her long leg high, and her toes, through her stockings, rubbed against his nose again, her voice teasing.

Wu Feng had no choice but to reply:

"His Majesty appeared last night, so it seems the news of his awakening can no longer be kept secret."

"Qin Ye, as the Chief of the Privy Council and concurrently the Commander of the Capital Garrison Division, holds a high position and wields great power. This matter... should naturally be handled personally by His Majesty."

Li Yunrui smiled sweetly and withdrew the foot that had been rubbing against his nose.

"I have already sent those memorials to Chang Le Palace." Her voice was soft and charming. "However, if I'm not mistaken... His Majesty will remove Qin Ye from his position as commander of the capital's garrison and recall Ye Chong to take over the post."

By this time, Wu Feng had already finished wiping Li Yunrui's feet.

He took another pair of clean silk stockings that Chunmei had prepared earlier and carefully put them on her. Then he casually tucked the plain white handkerchief he had used into his own pocket.

Li Yunrui glared at him angrily: "You've taken almost all of my handkerchiefs."

"Anyway, Your Highness changes it every day," Wu Feng said without batting an eye, "rather than waste it, I might as well give it to you. I can wash it and still use it."

Li Yunrui didn't continue the conversation.

She closed her eyes, draped her legs back over Wu Feng, and her voice returned to its languid tone:

"Now that His Majesty has left Chang Le Palace, I won't be able to serve as regent for many more days. As for the auction... how many days will it take?"

As Wu Feng gently massaged her calves, he mentally estimated:

"The auction will be held the day after tomorrow, one day should be enough. Qingyutang can handle the rest."

At this point, he looked up at Li Yunrui and asked, "Your Highness, when shall we depart for Suzhou?"

Li Yunrui did not respond immediately.

She closed her eyes, letting Wu Feng massage her legs, and hummed softly in comfort.

After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice soft: "Hmm... let's set off two days after the auction ends, otherwise it might be difficult to leave."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Chunmei and Meigu, who were inside the pavilion, bowed in response.

Wu Feng nodded, and the pressure he applied to the kneading became even gentler.

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Meanwhile, Fei Jie, the head of the Third Bureau of the Censorate, had just returned to Kyoto when Chen Pingping sent him to the Fan residence to treat Fan Jian's wife, Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou had already woken up last night.

But after waking up and seeing her child's corpse, she completely broke down emotionally, suffered serious physical and mental problems, and soon fell into a coma again.

now.

In the side room of the front courtyard of the Fan residence.

Fei Jie was sitting by the bed, taking Zhou's pulse as she fell into a coma again.

Fan Jian and Liu Ruyu stood to the side, both looking anxious and exhausted.

After Fei Jie withdrew his hand, Fan Jianli immediately stepped forward: "How is it? How is my wife now?"

Fei Jie's expression turned solemn, and he sighed:

"Your wife is about two months pregnant. Now she is also suffering from the pain of losing her child, and her emotions are fluctuating wildly... Her condition is very bad."

"What?" Fan Jian's expression changed. His wife was already two months pregnant? How come he didn't know?

Liu Ruyu was also anxious: "Lord Fei, what should we do? You must think of a solution!"

Fei Jie shook his head, his tone serious:

"Given your wife's current physical condition, it's not very suitable for her to continue the pregnancy. However... if we force an abortion, it will cause even greater harm to her body, and could even be life-threatening."

He looked at Fan Jian:

"Right now, I can only prescribe a few doses of medicine to stabilize the pregnancy. The key is still you, Lord Fan. Spend more time with your wife and try to cheer her up, so she doesn't dwell on sad things. Once her emotions are stable, her body can slowly recover."

After listening, Fan Jian remained silent for a long while, and finally nodded heavily: "I understand. Thank you, Lord Fei."

Fei Jie didn't say anything more. He got up, went to the table, wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the steward of the Fan family to get the medicine.

He sighed again, picked up his medicine chest, and left the Fan residence.

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Meanwhile, inside the Overwatch Council.

Chen Pingping mobilized almost all the available manpower in the Censorate, including the Black Riders, to search for the missing child throughout the capital.

Even the outskirts of Beijing are filled with people from the Censorate.

As for the task Emperor Qing had given him—to secretly sabotage the auction—that was no longer important to him at that moment.

All he could think about was finding the lost child.

The only bloodline left behind by Ye Qingmei.

Zhu Ge stood beside him and whispered:

"Dean, we've searched all night, but there's still no clue. It's like the child vanished into thin air."

Chen Pingping sat in a wheelchair, her fingers gently tapping the armrest, her eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Keep searching." His voice was calm, yet it carried an unwavering resolve. "Even if we have to turn the entire capital of Kyoto upside down, we must find that child."

"Yes," Zhu Ge bowed and replied, then turned and quickly left.

Chen Pingping sat alone in the study as the sky outside the window gradually darkened.

He gazed out the window, the image of Ye Qingmei appearing in his mind.

The woman who always called him Pingping with a smile, the woman who changed the entire Qing Kingdom and his life.

Now she's gone, leaving behind only this one child.

He had to protect the child.

No matter the cost.

Sudden.

He thought of someone.

Wu Feng.

For some reason, he always felt that Wu Feng might have a way to find the young lady's child!