Book 15: Chapter 95
The most charming sort of man in the world was a graceful warrior who rose early, brewed a pot of aromatic tea and read under the warm sun. The first ray of light would always hit the unmissable chest. A graceful man’s morning started with grace.
“What the heck is this? What did Zha Pi even write? How is this a best seller?” After he blasted the book, Ming Feizhen hummed, “A young lady lost her home a sixteen, then left the mountain to find a good father…”
You could feel the elegance emanating from every fibre of his being and every movement he made.
Ming Feizhen rose early due to being bored stiff, but instead of aromatic tea, he had crispy oven rolls, beef marinated in soy sauce, chicken skewers, puff pastry cake with sugar rose filling, honey tofu pickles, osmanthus cake and more. All of it was washed down with his collection of premium wine stashed under his bed. While his mouth was busy, he used his free hand to research things such as what new novels or new gossip was going around. The important activity occupied him for a good while.
Recently, Ming Feizhen had been spending all his time at the inn ever since Ling Jialan left because she wasn’t around. Needless to say, Shen Yiren visited once as she missed him. If he couldn’t figure out she missed him dearly from the one-hundred-plus curse words she spat in his face, he wasn’t qualified to be the head guardian of Rabbit Cult, after all. He chuckled as he pulled on his own ears and vowed to return within two days, inked three copies of guarantee and stamped them all.
Should Shen Yiren not have been mad? She had to leave the capital soon, and she had no time to catch her breath in order to delegate all the work, yet her second-in-command was lazing around at an inn. Had Ling Jialan been around and Ming Feizhen lodged his spending as work expenses, she would’ve pressed his hand to a table and cut his finger off to stamp the guarantee.
After breakfast, Ming Feizhen finally had free time to lie down on his comfortable bed. He lazed there for a while before he took out the notice that His Majesty wanted to instate him as a Prince’s teacher and that the chosen Prince couldn’t object. Ever since it was handed to him, he’d been dealing with oddities so frequently that he only got a day to himself every second day, ruining his mood.
The choice of words in the decree proved that His Majesty carefully mulled over every word, inspiring Ming Feizhen to reflect on all the things that transpired in the year since he joined Liu Shan Men.
He didn’t expect to meet Su Xiao, Tang Ye, and Shen Yiren.