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After finishing his bath, Lin Feng gently dried his damp long hair with a towel before slowly putting on a loose and comfortable robe. He then made his way to the study.
The study was filled with a faint scent of ink and the atmosphere of books. Lin Feng quietly sat at the desk, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to that heart-stopping scene from a few days ago. At that moment, he had seen an arrow shoot towards him like lightning, and in that instant, he caught a glimpse of the archer's figure.
Although he could not recognize the person's face, it was clear from their attire and actions that they were from his side. Yet, despite extensive investigations since then, he had still been unable to uncover who was behind this attack. Reflecting on the last time Lin Feng was injured, perhaps due to other pressing matters, he had not paid much attention to it. In hindsight, it seemed he had been somewhat careless.
As night fell quietly, Wu City was enveloped in a serene and peaceful atmosphere. Deep within the palace, one particular hall was brightly lit; this was Lu Wanying's chamber. At this moment, Lin Zhen had just finished a busy day at court and hurried over.
Upon seeing Lu Wanying, he could hardly contain his excitement and exclaimed, "Consort Wan, I have good news to share! Feng Er has returned!"
Hearing this, Lu Wanying's calm demeanor instantly transformed into one of surprise and joy as she eagerly asked, "Really? He has finally returned safely!"
Lin Zhen smiled and nodded in affirmation. "Yes, this expedition went smoothly. However, he unfortunately got injured a few days ago; otherwise, he would have returned even earlier."
At these words, Lu Wanying's heart tightened with concern as she anxiously asked, "Oh? Where exactly was he injured? Was it serious?"
Lin Zhen quickly reassured her, "Do not worry, Consort Ai. His injury has healed already. Just this morning during court, I saw him with my own eyes; he looked quite well and seems to have fully recovered."
Upon hearing this, Lu Wanying felt her anxious heart finally ease a little as she sighed in relief. "That's good; as long as he is safe."
After a brief pause, she continued with a suggestion: "Your Majesty, why don't we invite him to the palace tomorrow? It would be nice for our family to have a good talk."
Lin Zhen readily agreed: "Alright, we shall do as Consort Ai suggests."
Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince's Palace, the atmosphere was unusually tense. Lin Zheng sat upright on an intricately carved mahogany chair, his eyes slightly narrowed as he coldly stared ahead.
Before him stood two individuals, Wei An and Cheng Chuhe. Both appeared tense, beads of sweat even forming on their foreheads.
The three were in a spacious study, its walls adorned with valuable paintings and calligraphy. The desk was neatly arranged with the four treasures of the study: brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. Yet at this moment, no one had the heart to appreciate them.
The room was eerily quiet, with only Lin Zheng's steady yet slightly oppressive breathing breaking the silence.
Time passed slowly, almost as if it were frozen. Lin Zheng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the two before him. His sharp eyes pierced like swords, striking directly at their hearts.
The air felt heavier under the weight of the tension, creating a sense of suffocating fear.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, Lin Zheng slowly broke the silence: "Wei An, my memory isn't particularly good. How exactly did you assure me last time? Why don't you share it with me?"
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