Chapter 25

  A cool autumn rain fell quietly, and the entire imperial palace was immersed in a quiet atmosphere. The rain fell gently, dense and lingering, and the whole morning was still sunny with a few clouds, but suddenly changed after noon, with wind rising, clouds surging, and rain falling, and a damp earthy smell floated in the air.

  Murong Feng sat half-reclined on the soft couch by the window, covered with a thin quilt, holding a book and reading quietly, Chun Liu standing quietly beside him.

  After Empress Dowager finished her breakfast, Sima Rui was summoned by Sima Zhe and has not returned until now. In Xiangfu Palace, Murong Feng chatted with the Empress Dowager for a while, seeing that she was somewhat tired, he returned to his own Fourth Prince's Mansion.

  The window had half a panel open, and the cool breeze carried fine rain threads floating in, feeling a bit lonely. Mu Rong Feng suddenly became dazed, it was also such a day with drifting autumn rain, she, Bai Min, lay quietly on the bed, fell asleep, but when she woke up, she found herself becoming Mu Rong Feng, lying on a strange wooden bed, becoming someone else's new bride. But didn't know, in another era, how were her family members now? Was it actually that she was still in a dream and hadn't woken up, and her family members were also sleeping well, parents still happily teasing the lovely granddaughter on the other half of the earth? Too many unknowns, Mu Rong Feng suddenly had tears wetting her eyes, quietly staring at the autumn rain outside the window, becoming dazed.

  "Miss, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Is the window open too wide? Shall I close it for you? It's deep autumn now, and the weather is getting cooler. Miss, why don't you go back to bed and rest?" Spring Willow asked softly, still habitually addressing Murong Feng as "miss" even though she was already the fourth prince's consort.

  Murong Feng shook his head and said in a tired voice, "Nothing, Chunliu, you go down and rest for a while. I want to be alone for a bit."

  Chun Liu didn't dare to ask why, and quietly went down. The young lady was unhappy. It's been half a month since the wedding, but last night, the Fourth Prince only stayed in the prince's mansion for one night, still living in the study room. The Fourth Prince wanted to marry Miss Miao of the Murong Wangfu, it's really pitiful that our young lady is so self-sacrificing.

  According to the rumors in the palace, it seems that the Emperor has taken a liking to Fourth Miss and even let her move into the Warm Jade Pavilion. Sister Yunyu said that place was originally where the Empress and the Emperor's two favorite concubines would go to avoid the cold after the weather turned chilly, and no one else had the right to stay there.

  The fourth young lady has been the focus of everyone's attention since she was a child, and it seems that nothing has changed until now.

  Murong Feng didn't bother to care about what was going on in Chun Liu's mind, she just hoped that she could be alone in her room like before.

  Perhaps it was because he had been sitting for too long, or perhaps the book had become tedious, but Murong Feng actually fell asleep leaning against the soft couch. His wrist hung limp, and his silk sleeves were occasionally blown by the wind, while the thin quilt covering him rose and fell with his even breathing. His eyes were closed, his red lips pursed, and a few strands of hair fell diagonally across his forehead, with a hint of worry and fatigue on his face.

  Simarui lightly walked into the room, this room, still since he and Murong Feng got married for the second time, the first time was on the night of their new marriage, he himself stumbled in drunk and told Murong Feng that he absolutely would not accept her. Thinking about the scene at that time, Simarui couldn't help but lightly smile.

  Looking at Murong Feng on the couch, he lightened his footsteps and didn't disturb her. He walked to the desk by the window and sat down, seeing a piece of paper on the table with two lines of poetry: "Since ancient times, autumn has been lonely and desolate, I say that autumn days are better than spring mornings." The font was elegant and looked very familiar. Sima Rui was stunned for a moment, if he remembered correctly, these characters were exactly the same as those in the letter Murong Xuan had sent him that day.

  That is to say, Sima Rui felt his eyelids jump twice, and suddenly understood in his heart that Bai Min and Murong Feng were indeed the same person. The white敏 he saw at Drunken Flower Building and Drinking Fragrance Pavilion was actually Murong Feng disguised as a man, and he had been deceived by her.

  Simarui suddenly burst out laughing, he was simply too lucky. Beautiful women could be met at any time, but interesting women were hard to come by. Murong Qinglang, that old man, had indeed given him an excellent woman in exchange. As for Murong Xue, let others fight over her; whether it was his father or his second brother, from now on, they had nothing to do with Simarui.

  Murong Feng let out a long sigh, slowly sat up, and raised his head to see Sima Rui's face smiling excessively brightly, startling him. He scowled, "Sima Rui, once or twice is fine, but three times? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

  "Where is it?" Sima Rui smiled and sat on the soft couch, staring at Murong Feng without blinking, making Murong Feng think that flowers had bloomed on his face.

  "Simarui, are you making fun of me? You're staring at me like that, it's making my heart feel hairy, can't you look at something else? Or change your gaze."

  "Murong Feng, I'm really in love with you now." Sima Rui said with a smile.

  Murong Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and he smiled awkwardly, subconsciously shifting his body back. "Simarui, you're really scary looking like this. You look like a vampire, staring at my neck with your mouth watering."

  "Vampire? What thing? I'm not interested in blood, I'm interested in you." Sima Rui leaned in close to Murong Feng, saying with a smile.

  "You take one more step forward, I'll shout 'assault'". Murong Feng took another step back, his back already pressed against the armrest of the soft couch.

  "Impropriety? — Murong Feng, you are indeed my wife, lawfully wedded to me, Sima Rui." Sima Rui actually had no intention of forcing her, but seeing Murong Feng's tense expression was quite amusing, and he couldn't resist teasing her a bit. "It's your good fortune that I'm close to you; you should serve your husband with gratitude in your heart. Won't the Murong royal family have even taught you this basic rule?"

  "Be grateful that I don't believe you, or else I'd shout it out for you to hear," Murong Feng said with a half-true, half-false smile, opening his mouth to shout, "Fei—"

  The crisp sound had just uttered half a word when Sima Rui suddenly covered her mouth with his hand, laughing and saying, "I'm afraid of you, you don't need to be grateful, can I be grateful instead?" As he spoke, he removed his hand, and the palm of his hand lightly brushed against Murong Feng's lips, seemingly unintentionally, leaving no trace, but bringing a warm temperature that protected Murong Feng's delicate lips, causing a slight tingling sensation.

  Murong Feng's face suddenly turned red, Sima Rui was indeed a seasoned veteran in the field of love, skilled at making these small movements that left people's hearts in disarray. She deliberately smiled broadly and teased Sima Rui. "Sima Rui, with your extensive experience in romance, you actually failed to win Murong Xue's heart, truly a disappointing performance."

  "Hmm—" Sima Rui chuckled lightly, "To be honest, Murong Xue is beautiful, after all, she's the number one beauty of the Great Xing Dynasty. Looking at her is indeed a pleasure to the eyes, but she's too gentle and delicate, like a pretty porcelain doll. Facing her, I really don't have any fighting spirit, it's just not worth it. If we were to be together for a long time, she would be a boring person."

  "Hehe," Murong Feng couldn't help but chuckle, "Your requirements for picking flowers are still not low. What kind of person can make this old hand in the emotional arena's fighting spirit soar?"

  "You!" Sima Rui stared at Murong Feng, deliberately getting close with a flirtatious expression.

  "Spring willow! ——" Murong Feng hastily shouted, "The fourth prince is thirsty, send some tea water over."

  Simarui burst out laughing and sat on the soft couch, looking at Murong Feng who was in a flurry. Murong Feng only then realized he had been deceived, and glared at Simarui with annoyance, no longer paying attention to him.

  Spring willow outside heard the young lady calling her, hastily carrying water to come in, but saw Sima Rui laughing and sitting on the soft couch edge, while her own young lady, Murong Feng was sitting on the other side of the soft couch with a sulky face.

  When did the fourth prince come back? How could I not notice it myself?