So I was showering just now and suddenly remembered I haven't updated today and I was like fast forward edition of showering.

The two settled in a restaurant after buying things.

Mo Zhilan wanted the usual seats on the first floor. Feng Yanyan almost hit her in public. What kind of Princess sat where everyone could see her?

Did she want to be a joke? As someone who was above the common people, one should be subtle and lowkey. Otherwise, would she allow herself to be walked on all over?

When the shopkeeper welcomed the two, Feng Yanyan stepped forward and didn't let Miss Mo talk. "Lead us to a private booth."

The steward wasn't a stranger to Suliang's nobility. However, this was the first time he saw this young master. The way he talked and carried himself was much more graceful than some young masters and even misses here in Suliang. The steward would be blind to slight him.

Miss Mo and Beauty Feng were led to a luxurious room. As soon as the shopkeeper left, Feng Yanyan glared at Miss Mo.

"Next time you wish to eat in the public square, forget about being a princess."

Mo Zhilan smiled sheepishly. "Force of habit."

Beauty Feng only harrumphed. The Mo family were still nobles but she really ate anywhere she wanted. It could be said that the Mo family was carefree.

It didn't matter.

This trait of hers would also help the Prince with his humble image.

"Miss Mo, I'm not forcing you to be perfect for my own sake. You have seen how ferocious those madams were but they couldn't hold a candle to the real imperial family."

Mo Zhilan's smile faded. "I understand. And I'm grateful for Master Feng's help."

After all, she couldn't expect anything from the Prince's concubines. Would they teach her valuable information as Feng Yanyan did? She doubted that.

She even suspected that if they could drag her into the mud, they would. Mo Zhilan allowed Feng Yanyan to serve her tea as a princess should.

These days, Beauty Feng really spared no effort in giving her the actual treatment of a Junwangfei. This was to acclimatize her frame of mind.

However, he was really curious. Miss Mo was so hardworking that he might even think she was in love with the Prince. But he couldn't find any sort of romance between the two.

Then what kind of rewards did Wangye offer this family that they were willing to give a beloved daughter to the imperial clan?

Soon, these thoughts vanished as the food was delivered to their room and they had a sumptuous meal. He observed Mo Zhilan's dining etiquette which had improved so much within the last few days.

Thanks to his teaching, of course.

He nodded in his heart. Good thing Miss Mo was intelligent.

The two had a hearty meal. Why wouldn't Feng Yanyan enjoy it? It was free. He would take all he could.

After the meal, Beauty Feng was going down the stairs of the restaurant with a smile, carefully leading the future princess consort. The shop owner was even fawning after them.

However, his smile vanished upon seeing a kind-looking uncle in the hall being led by another steward. He paused in his steps.

At the same time, the 'uncle' also saw him. "Xiao Wu."

Feng Yanyan breathed. It had been more than four years. He hurriedly turned to Miss Mo and faked a smile. "Looks like I have a predicament. Miss Mo, would you give me time to meet with my father for a bit?"

It took Mo Zhilan half a beat to comprehend his words. "A-alright, I'll wait in the carriage."

No matter what happened, she couldn't go home without Beauty Feng. It wasn't her father she was worried about. It was the King. If something happened to the mei ren who was under her care, she didn't know what Wan Li Wang would do to her Mo family.

She gave a quick bow to the older man in the hall. One which he dodged with a smile and replied with a full bow. The man was clear in his heart who Mo Zhilan was. "It is a sudden meeting, hoping the Miss isn't offended."

Mo Zhilan shook her head. "Not at all, Master Feng."

As she turned the corner and walked out of the restaurant, she recalled the appearance of the middle-aged man. The way his lips curved as he grinned, although with evident fine lines, was similar to Beauty Feng's smile.

He was almost as tall as his son but his build was lithe and athletic. Gentleman Feng on the other hand was yin through and through.

Feng Yanyan didn't say anything unnecessary and went upstairs again with his father in tow.

When the door to the booth closed, he didn't sit and asked the man directly. "Where's Mother?"

The kind smile on his father's face also vanished to be replaced by the serious face he was familiar with. "You aren't asking about me first? Father retired and is now touring Suliang. This is a good place to retire."

Feng Yanyan's eyes widened. "Retired?"

But he was still young. When he was born, his father and mother were in their 30s. As far as he knew, ministers still served the court as long as they were breathing. His father was only a member of the Yamen house. It was alright to serve as a senior officer until his 60s.

He glared at Feng Gezhi. "Did they give you good retirement pay? How will you buy my mother good accessories and dresses?"

The older man sighed. "Xiao Wu only thinks about your mother."

"Alright alright, you buy too." He untied a pouch from his waist and gave everything to his father.

Lately, he was receiving a secret allowance from Wangye. He didn't lack silvers.

"Y-you stupid child."

In Feng Yanyan's eyes, his father wasn't too hard-working and was mediocre. That was why, even though he entered the Tanglin Great Palace more than four years ago, he found ways to send most of his allowance to his mother. Most of the time, he asked his elder brother to deliver it.

He didn't need the money in the palace. The Empress gifted him clothes and accessories that were far superior to the ones that could be bought from the outside.

It was really a good thing that the Empress was biased when it came to appearance.

When he traveled to Suliang, he had a bit of saving. Living in the wangfu, he was entailed to have a few silvers every month. And before going to the Mo mansion, Wangye gave him more.

While this amount of wealth couldn't be compared to real gongzi and xiaojie of Tanglin, he was still considered a bit affluent. Especially since he didn't need to spend on things as his living expenses were covered by Wan Li Wangfu.

"I'm not stupid." He scowled at his father. "I'll give you more, give me your address."

He had misgivings about his father's inability to dream big for his family. That was why he didn't speak like a filial son. But that didn't mean he abandoned them. The things he had done these past few years were also for them.

To give the Feng family a bit of honor, he entered the palace and dared to be ambitious. He just couldn't understand why the family discouraged him to take this path.

He even suspected his father retiring at this time and going to Suliang was to fetch him and bring him back to the Feng family in the capital.

Feng Yanyan studied his father's face. He looked healthy enough. "Father, you don't have joint pains?"

This was usually the age when people would start to feel pain all over their bodies. But why did his father look like a hot dad?

If Feng Gezhi was in modern times, he could pass as a daddy material. Beauty Feng really had no shame. He was only objective in rating his father's looks. After all, even though the Feng family was weak and weak, their appearance couldn't be underestimated.

In the capital, no one could say this family wasn't beautiful. Feng Yanyan was the epitome of the clan's genes.

But everyone from his grandparents to cousins was pretty too. Beauty Feng even dared to say that his father was the most handsome among his uncles and aunts. He was proud of that even though he wouldn't say that out loud.

Feng Gezhi looked puzzled by that question. "Joint pains? That's only for people who lived lazily."

The older male snorted at him. Feng Yanyan gasped.

"That means I'll have joint pains at your age?"

He knew his father couldn't bear to hit his face. If he could, Beauty Feng would have been a battered kid with this kind of personality.

Feng Yanyan looked worried. "Say, Father. I should practice more martial arts. Send me some books, alright?"

Feng Gezhi could only cough his anger away. When this son was young, he was told to practice martial arts over and over again. But their words didn't reach him.

Now that he realized the benefits of martial arts in his body, he was scampering to do it. He squeezed his son's arm. "If it's you, just do tai chi."

"Oh," Feng Yanyan looked enlightened. "Alright, alright. I'll ask someone to teach me tai chi."

"Alright, go. The future princess is waiting for you."

His father was pushing him to the door but he looked at the older male. His question was evident in his eyes. How did Feng Gezhi know the young lady was the future Junwangfei?

"Yes, I know her. I've been here for quite a while now but I couldn't visit you."

After all, Feng Yanyan was under the care of the imperial house of Suliang. What was a retired official in their eyes?

Feng Gezhi saw his son hesitating to leave so he added a few more words. "I came here with your mother. I'll ask his Highness if we could visit you."

Beauty Feng was stunned. How could he have contact with the Prince? But his father didn't answer any more questions and directly dragged him out of the door, downstairs all the way to the carriage. 

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Hehehe they're here~