On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 30
Qianjimen is a well-known intelligence organization in the world, best at spying on information and assassinating people.

The real master behind Qianjimen is the Shen family.

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In the palace, Ye Zhiyu was giving Feng Wuming routine acupuncture treatment.

Feng Wuming half-leaned on the bed as usual, gently supporting his chin with one hand, and casually reaching out with the other hand to check Ye Zhiyu's pulse.

He closed his eyes lazily, his nose straight and his lips pressed into a tight line.

Wearing black clothes, sophisticated and elegant piping embroidery, thin and soft fabrics, her face has clear lines, exuding a sculpture-like sharp color, perfect and impeccable.

Ye Zhiyu lowered his eyebrows, groped for acupuncture points on his strong arms, and inserted the needles bit by bit.

Her expression looked solemn and serious, but in fact Ye Zhiyu was not as focused as he seemed on the surface.

Since the last time he went to Zhenxi General's Mansion to subdue the nightmare, Ye Zhiyu could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his body was no longer enough.

Ye Zhiyu originally thought that the spiritual energy collected from Feng Wuming last time could last at least several months. During this period, she could think of other ways to stabilize the spiritual energy in her body.

Xiaofengtuan's illness is gradually improving, and she will soon no longer have to stay here.

So recently she didn't bother to look at Feng Wuming's face as carefully as she did when she first arrived.

But she didn't expect that a trip to General Zhenxi's Mansion would consume almost all of her spiritual power.

In other words, she still had to find a way to obtain spiritual power from Feng Wuming.

It was so painful.

Thinking like this, Ye Zhiyu fixed his eyes on Feng Wuming, who had his eyes closed, and he boldly and quietly stretched out his hand.

The slender, white fingers like onion tips gently touched Feng Wuming's upper abdomen.

Almost at the moment of contact, Ye Zhiyu could feel a steady stream of spiritual power, wrapping around her fingertips like heat and being absorbed directly into her Dantian.

When she gave Feng Wuming acupuncture today, she specially lit a furnace of incense. Ye Zhiyu added some ingredients to soothe the nerves and help sleep in this incense.

The purpose was to steal some spiritual power from Feng Wuming while he was asleep without anyone noticing.

Putting two fingertips against Feng Wuming's upper abdomen, Ye Zhiyu realized that the spiritual power obtained in this way was still too limited. For the sake of efficiency, she observed the calm expression on Feng Wuming's face and boldly spread her fingers.

The next second, Ye Zhiyu put his entire palm against Feng Wuming's body.

Moreover, Ye Zhiyu's hand followed instinct and wandered towards the Dantian where the spiritual reaction was strongest, that is... the lower/abdomen.

Dantian is indeed the source of storing spiritual power. The moment it comes into contact, spiritual power pours into Ye Zhiyu's spiritual veins like a raging tide. Ye Zhiyu is overjoyed.

But at this moment, Feng Wuming's eyebrows trembled unbearably, and he raised his hand to directly restrain Ye Zhiyu's wrist, and forcibly removed her hand that was greedily absorbing spiritual power from her body.

Feng Wuming slowly raised his eyelids, and a layer of frost seemed to form on his dark eyes.

The man looked at her condescendingly, opened his thin lips slightly, and coldly uttered three words: "Wang Xiao'e."

"What are you doing?"

The voice was unconsciously wrapped in frost and snow, carrying an extremely dangerous aura and full of oppression.

Ye Zhiyu felt something was wrong, but he didn't expect Feng Wuming to be unaffected by the soothing aromatherapy.

This is the first time Ye Zhiyu has failed in using incense.

After much deliberation, it was only possible that Feng Wuming was on guard from the beginning and deliberately sealed his heart pulse to reduce his sense of insensitivity. It looked like he was asleep, but there was not much calming fragrance left in his nose.

She didn't expect that he would be waiting for her here.

Ye Zhiyu lowered his head, made a slight "tsk" sound, and grinded his teeth.

When she raised her head again, her face was full of fear and pale, as if she had been greatly frightened.Feng Wuming felt that the wrist in his palm was shaking slightly.

The wrist was slender and weak, and he held it tightly, and he could even feel the blood and pulse beating under the skin.

Feng Wuming's heart jumped for no reason and he let go of his hand.

Ye Zhiyu quickly retreated to the bed, pulled up the hem of her skirt and knelt down tremblingly.

"Your Majesty, forgive me! The common woman is just detoxifying the prince as usual. Please be clear and don't misunderstand the common woman!"

"Misunderstanding?" Feng Wuming couldn't help but sneered when he heard this.

"Then can you explain, your..." At this point, Feng Wuming glanced at Ye Zhiyu's hand.

There were already a few fingerprints left on the white wrist, which were particularly sobering because they were the ones he had just grabbed.

He couldn't help frowning slightly.

He didn't seem to be exerting much force just now, right?
Feng Wuming had a complicated expression, gritted his teeth, and looked at Ye Zhiyu with disgust.

"Explain why your claws are going downwards..."

When Feng Wuming said this, he almost squeezed it out through the gap between his teeth, as if he was too humiliated to speak.

"This..." Ye Zhiyu lowered his head, rolled his eyes quickly, and immediately reacted, innocently saying: "My lord, the poison in your body has invaded the Dantian. Once you exercise your power, the poison will be aggravated. This is what a civilian woman does. It’s to stabilize your Dantian.”

"Really...where did you think you were?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Zhiyu pretended to be a shy little girl, turned her face away, bit her lip and cursed.

Feng Wuming's eyelids twitched when he saw this posture, almost feeling physically uncomfortable.

He wanted to say: "Be normal."

"Is this really true? If you dare to deceive me...Wang Xiao'e, you know what will happen."

"A civilian woman doesn't dare!" Ye Zhiyu quickly shook his head and leaned his back lower.

Seeing her groveling and being humble, Feng Wuming suddenly felt bored and snorted coldly.

Now that the toxins in his body have not been completely eliminated, he can't really do anything to Wang Xiao'e.

It was just curiosity that made him want to know what kind of person she was hiding under her appearance.

Just when Feng Wuming was about to say a few more words of warning, an unusual breath suddenly flashed near the room.

In an instant, Feng Wuming and Ye Zhiyu both had stern expressions.

There is a third person peeping in this room!

Who could go through all the checkpoints in the Prince Regent's residence and get here to eavesdrop?

It's a pity that Feng Wuming and Ye Zhiyu noticed it before they could detect anything as soon as they arrived.

Ye Zhiyu and Feng Wuming looked at each other, and they both saw a vigilant and cold aura in each other's eyes.

"You know martial arts?"

Feng Wuming's eyes fell leisurely on Ye Zhiyu. Although it was a question, it was in an extremely affirmative tone.

Knowing that he was exposed, Ye Zhiyu lowered his eyes in annoyance, but he did not pretend to hide it anymore.

Because this may arouse Feng Wuming's greater taboo and defensiveness, and it will not be of any benefit to her, so it is better to show it openly.

(End of this chapter)