Chapter 44: There’s No Help for It; He Has the Best Relationship with My Daughter.

“Right, so you’ve met already.”

“What level is your system?” Lin Zhi asked curiously.

He wanted to know if his sister met Zhao Yuan first or him.

Zhao Yuan recalled how he once pointed a sword at his sister’s neck.

Oh no, if Father found out, he would definitely beat him to death.

“Level three.” A flicker of guilt crossed Zhao Yuan’s eyes as he picked up his teacup, lowering his head to hide his small actions after lying.

Whenever he lied, his face would turn red, which was quite obvious.

Actually, that system had gone dark the next day, and he had no idea what level it truly was.

“Cough, cough, cough, why is this tea so hot?”

“Why are you drinking so fast?” Lin Zhi glanced at his flushed face.

“Who told you to brew such hot tea?” Zhao Yuan refused to admit defeat.

Lin Zhi: You leave me with no rebuttal.

“How did you meet our sister?” Lin Zhi looked at Zhao Yuan with curiosity.

“Well… I got poisoned, and she saved me.” Zhao Yuan stammered.

“I was also saved by my sister; my and my sister’s system level is only level two. Father, what level are you?” Lin Zhi glanced at Feng Xiaohan, who had been silent.

A hint of triumph flashed in Feng Xiaohan’s eyes, and he spoke in a particularly nonchalant tone.

“Level five.” He had just leveled up a couple of days ago.

“Wow.” Lin Zhi exclaimed.

Father and his sister had such high system levels; how did they manage that?

At this moment, Zhao Yuan silently drank tea and nibbled on snacks, not daring to interject.

“I’ll go call Huo Rong and Jiang Gu.” Zhao Yuan brushed off the crumbs from his hands.

This was not a place to linger.

Feng Xiaohan nodded and then called Qing’an to prepare a more lavish spread for dinner.

Lin Zhi was troubled, pondering how he could level up.

“Father, how did you level up?” After failing to come up with a solution, Lin Zhi directly looked at Feng Xiaohan.

“Well… I don’t really know either. Maybe it’s because, in your sister’s heart, I’m the most important.” A hint of delight crossed Feng Xiaohan’s face.

In his casual tone, Lin Zhi could detect a hint of pride.

Why were he and his sister only at level two?

Once Jiang Gu and Huo Rong arrived, he would ask them what levels they were at.

“Take your time.” Feng Xiaohan offered a comforting remark.

Some things take time.

That night, three shadowy figures scaled the wall into the Regent Prince’s Mansion.

The hidden guards sensed a presence approaching and immediately became alert.

Huo Rong showed his face briefly to avoid being attacked by the guards.

“Second Brother, next time remember to wear your token.” Otherwise, next time, hidden weapons would fly directly at you.

“I made a bet with these two to see who could sneak in quietly.” Huo Rong waved the token inscribed with the words “Wuqing.”

The hidden guards: …………

Jiang Gu was also stopped and had to show his face before being allowed in.

“Eldest Brother.” The guards looked at Jiang Gu, who had emerged from a corner with a speechless expression.

Jiang Gu felt a bit embarrassed.

Zhao Yuan was stealthily climbing over the wall.

“Third Brother.”

“How did you notice us?” Zhao Yuan stared at the guards in surprise.

He had been holding his breath, nearly suffocating himself, and yet they still found him.

“Your clothes,” the guards replied sternly.

Zhao Yuan looked at his bright red outfit, then at the guards, who blended seamlessly into the darkness with their black attire.

He suddenly felt foolish, realizing he must have caught Huo Rong’s clumsiness.

“I’ll take my leave; Father must be getting anxious.” Zhao Yuan hurriedly exited.

Upon arriving at Wangchuan Courtyard, the three exchanged glances.

“I definitely wasn’t discovered.” Huo Rong bragged, unflustered.

“Neither was I.” Zhao Yuan felt a little embarrassed but was relieved that it was nighttime and no one could see his blush.

Jiang Gu silently walked in.

“Second Brother and Third Brother are lying; we caught all three of you.” The guards’ unwavering voice came from the shadows.

Zhao Yuan: …………

Huo Rong: No, how does the leader train his subordinates? They have no sense of discretion at all!

“Why don’t you three just chat outside for the night?” Lin Zhi’s voice floated in from inside.

The three hurriedly went in.

“Greetings, Your Highness.” The three respectfully bowed.

Feng Xiaohan nodded.

“Have a seat.”

“Where’s my sister?” Jiang Gu asked.

Why didn’t he see her?

Huo Rong also looked at his father.

“Your sister is busy and will come back in a few days.”

“Sigh, Gu Zhu is also too busy to come.” Huo Rong lamented. Both of his sisters were truly occupied.

Jiang Gu, who hadn’t seen his sister, felt a bit disappointed, while Zhao Yuan silently served Feng Xiaohan rice.

So they all had that system, huh?

“What levels are you all at?”

“Level three.” Jiang Gu served himself a bowl of rice.

“I’m at level three too,” Huo Rong boasted.

Lin Zhi felt disheartened; he was only at level two.

“He’s at level three too, while I’m at level two.”

Huo Rong and Jiang Gu exchanged surprised glances at Zhao Yuan.

They hadn’t expected his relationship with his sister to be that good.

“Hmm.” Zhao Yuan nodded at them.

Then, maintaining his composure, he took a bite of the spicy fish.

“Cough, cough, cough.” Not unexpectedly, he started coughing from the spiciness, his face turning red.

Jiang Gu, sitting next to him, handed him a cup of water.

“Ha ha ha! Can’t handle the spice but still want to eat? Serves you right!” Huo Rong laughed at him.

Zhao Yuan shot a glance at Huo Rong.

“I’m just changing things up; I’ve eaten your fish and your peppers.”

He and Jiang Gu, along with Lin Zhi, couldn’t handle spice, but Huo Rong and Gu Zhu loved it.

“Here, have a braised chicken leg; don’t say I’m not good to you.” Huo Rong offered Zhao Yuan a flavorful braised chicken leg.

“What level is Father at?” Jiang Gu asked curiously.

“Level five.” Feng Xiaohan replied nonchalantly, though a hint of pride flickered in his eyes.

Jiang Gu and Huo Rong: Wow.

Feng Xiaohan: There’s no help for it; he has the best relationship with my daughter.

After having some food, Zhao Yuan took out the fine wine he had brought.

“Remember the bet? Whoever gets discovered must drink three bowls.”

The three who had been discovered by the hidden guards had to down three large bowls.

Then bowls were poured for everyone.

The five clinked their bowls together and then drank in one go.

“Good wine!” Huo Rong’s eyes lit up.

“Zhao Yuan, quickly send me a few jars.”

“In your dreams, you can go dream about it yourself.” He only had three jars.

Lin Zhi stealthily reached for the wine.

He had a weak constitution but especially loved drinking.

Jiang Gu directly pressed his hand down.

His gaze was intimidating.

Lin Zhi dejectedly withdrew his hand.

Jiang Gu was the eldest among the five, so he still held a certain authority over them.

The group of fathers and sons drank late into the night before heading off to rest.

Since there was no court the next day, Jiang Gu and Huo Rong decided to rest directly in the Prince’s Mansion.

Feng Xiaohan lay in bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep.

He found himself missing his daughter.

The next morning, just as dawn broke, Jiang Gu and Huo Rong got up, putting on their hoods and cloaks to conceal their figures before leaving.

Feng Xiaohan also woke up early to exercise.

The medicated plaster had already been applied, and he could slowly walk without support now.

Feng Xiaohan first lifted stones to strengthen his arm muscles, then did push-ups to work on his core strength.

After completing these, he felt a bit hot, so he took off his shirt and began training his leg strength—practicing horse stances.

As the sun gradually rose, its rays fell on the scarred skin of Feng Xiaohan.

These scars were all remnants of years of battles.

Qing’an, watching the scars, felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

The power that the prince held now was all earned through his blood.

After a while, Feng Xiaohan felt his legs had reached their limit.

He slowly stood up.

Exceeding one’s limits would not work; his legs had been weak for so many years, and to recover to their former state, he needed to take it slow. Being too hasty could lead to adverse consequences.

Qing’an handed him a towel.

Feng Xiaohan took it and casually wiped the sweat from his face.

“Make sure to serve that yam and lean meat porridge for breakfast; she likes it,” Feng Xiaohan instructed.

“Remember to add a lotus root dish for lunch, but skip it for dinner; it’s hard to digest at night.”

Qing’an hesitated, wanting to remind the prince that the little princess was not home today.