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

Chapter 381 Borrow a Hug
Fu Jingtong came over with a frown and a deep voice.

"Do you want to get slapped for beating my old mother?"

The man curled his lips: "Didn't I hit her yet? I was just a threat. Who asked her to pull me and say it was her son."

"Are you an official? You came just in time. I am not her son at all. Don't let her pester me anymore and delay my return home."

Fu Jingtong looked at the similar faces of the two people, listened to the old woman crying and shouting, and raised his hand to press his eyebrows.

"Official, if you don't pull her away, I will use force..."

Before the man could finish what he said, Fu Jingtong simply and roughly slashed the back of the man's neck with his hand.

Catching the man's falling body, Fu Jingtong spoke warmly.

"Old woman, please stop crying."

The old woman burst into tears: "Master Fu, what happened to my son? Did he have an evil spirit? Why doesn't he recognize me?"

"Master Fu, please save my son." The old woman knelt down and kowtowed to Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong quickly pulled her up.

"Old woman, we will take care of this."

"You go home first and wait. My people will capture them and take care of them. They won't do anything to them. They will find someone to help them eliminate evil spirits."

He and Miss Wang also learned a lot of strange things.

These people were really abnormal, and he didn't know how to explain them other than being possessed by evil spirits.

If you are possessed by evil spirits, you can only go to Miss Wang and the Imperial Master.

Keeping dragging them on the street is not the answer. These people must be captured and put under supervision, and then reported to the prince to see how to deal with them.

Fu Jingtong waved to his men, and two guards came over to drag away the man he had just chopped unconscious.

The old woman grabbed her son's arm and said, "Master Fu, can I come with you? Stay with my son."

Fu Jingtong shook his head: "No."

"Old woman, don't worry, we will gather them together."

"After we remove the evil spirits from them, I will give you a completely intact child. Stop wandering around on the street. Go home and wait for the good news."

The old woman was reluctant to leave, turning back three times every step of the way.

Her son had long been dragged away by the guards.

Fu Jing glanced at the same people and saw that there were many people teasing each other on the street, one with each hand he was familiar with.

It wasn't that he had to knock them unconscious, but on the way here, he also reasoned with them. These people were unwilling to follow them, and would take action when pressed.

In order to settle the matter here quickly and help the prince, Fu Jingtong asked his men to knock them unconscious and take them back to lock them up.

Convenient and easy.

Golden Palace.

The purple aura behind Wen Yufu was thick. She saw Xiao Qingrang's face was pale and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and she laughed triumphantly and mocked.

"Xiao Qingrang, how much spiritual power do you still have?"

"If you don't stop, you will die of spiritual exhaustion."

Xiao Qingrang looked at her lightly: "I don't need you to bother."

"I don't know whether to live or die!" Wen Yufu saw that he was ignorant, with an ugly face and a bad tone.

"My spiritual power is endless. If you fight against me, you will only die miserably."

"The Imperial Master died of exhaustion. If word spreads, everyone will laugh out loud."

Wen Yufu laughed, her laughter spread all around, and she used her spiritual power to spread the sound so that it reached everyone's ears. "Did you all see it? Xiao Qing told him to die. I am the emperor, and I have the national destiny to protect me. He can't defeat me at all, let alone send you home."

"If you want to go home, you can only rely on me."

"Xiao Qingrang will die soon." Seeing a trace of blood spilling from the corner of Xiao Qingrang's mouth, Wen Yufu became even more furious.

"From now on, no one in this world can be my opponent."

Feng Wuming frowned, looking at the bloodshot corners of Xiao Qingrang's mouth, he was a little worried, but he didn't dare to stop it.

Ye Zhiyu used a speed talisman on himself when he came out of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion and flew towards the Golden Palace.

She rushed over and didn't even have time to take a breath when she heard Wen Yufu's arrogant and proud voice coming from all directions, shocking her to cover her ears.

"Even if you die, the Imperial Master will not die. He is young, has a vicious mouth, and is merciful. Gather some virtue for yourself." Ye Zhiyu put down his hands and ran towards Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming originally focused his eyes on Xiao Qingrang, fearing that he would faint if he couldn't hold on, so he could help him immediately.

Hearing the crisp voice with a bit of coldness, he frowned and turned to look at a green figure running towards him, surprised and worried.

How did she come?

Doesn't she know how dangerous it is here?

Ye Zhiyu tried to brake in front of Feng Wuming, but failed. The effect of inertia made her plunge into his arms.

Feng Wuming's chest/mouth was hit hard by her, and he took her arm to support her.

Ye Zhiyu rubbed his painful forehead.

A low questioning voice sounded above the head: "Didn't I tell you not to come here? Why did you come here anyway?"

The man's face was stern, his brows furrowed in displeasure.

Ye Zhiyu wanted to leave his arms immediately, but seeing that he did not push him away, she glanced at Xiao Qingrang, who could no longer hold on, and did not answer his words. The hand that was originally holding his clothes slowly and tentatively Wrap around his waist.

She watched his face carefully, and when he glanced at him, he moved his hand furtively.

Feng Wuming felt her hands slide from her clothes to her waist and abdomen. He was originally going to grab her hand, but the moment her hands touched her, her waist and abdomen were inexplicably hot.

His body froze, and heat seemed to spread from his waist and abdomen throughout his body, making him feel numb.

He lowered his eyes to see her sneaking around, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He clearly should have pushed her away in front of the public, but yet...he couldn't bear to let her go.

Yun Qi stared at the two of them with wide eyes, his face was filled with shock and disbelief.

My lord, why didn’t you push her away?

He questioned silently.

His eyes were too hot, Feng Wuming lowered his head: "Wang..."

Before he even called out her name, she looked at him cautiously as if he was being caught.

Ye Zhiyu felt the gentle spiritual power in her body, and she no longer flinched and hugged him openly.

"My lord, can you lend me a hug?"

"It won't be long, just hold her for a while." Her eyes were filled with longing and begging, making all his words unable to come out in her throat.

Looking at her dark and bright eyes, Feng Wuming's heart softened. He gently lifted her hand up and hugged her.

"Okay, let me hug you for a while."

The corners of his lips curled up, thinking that she had just run towards him and bumped into his arms, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.

She...is this a disguised response?
Did she understand her feelings for him?
Ye Zhiyu felt the spiritual power flowing in her body. She squinted her eyes happily, but she was observing Xiao Qingrang all the time from the corner of her eye.

Seeing his figure swaying, she hesitated, then released her hands and pushed Feng Wuming away.

(End of this chapter)