Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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Chapter 169: Uncle can't be relied on

“Y-You want to go back to Xinghua Village?” Liu Yusheng squeezed her ten fingers tightly, so nervous that her heart was beating fast.

“Is it okay?” He gazed at her and asked softly.

At headboard, the boy silently turned his head to the side.

Not to mention Aunt Liu’s pretty face covered in rosy haze, a little boy like himself also felt his ears burning.

His uncle was simply too coquettish! They were only talking, but how come his speech was especially titillating!

Flirty and provocative!

Imperial Uncle’s cold and noble image that he had held for several years in his heart suddenly collapsed.

Even his fear of him waned!

He used to be like a mouse meeting a cat.

Now, he felt he was beginning to have the guts to occasionally tug at the fur around the cat’s mouth.

This morning, Liu Yusheng’s mood soared, and the corners of her mouth curled up all the time high.

He was going home with her! Back to Xinghua Village!

She was on cloud nine that she seemed to have wings, and her steps were as light as if she were flying.

Feng Mohan sighed in awe from the side.

Unreserved.

Too unreserved.

Renowned and boudoir young ladies should be squirming and shy.

She was exceptional. She could have just written happy all over her face.

Besides, using the excuse that it would take a long time to cure him, she played a trivial trick to test his Imperial Uncle and seduce him to go to Xinghua Village. Did she think he didn’t know?

Aunt Liu, you underestimate me!

He spat deep inside, but looking at the young girl walking around the courtyard fully satisfied akin to a blissful butterfly, the corners of the boy’s mouth followed suit and curled up unconsciously.

Xinghua Village – he actually would like to go to visit too.

To see what kind of people Aunt Liu’s grandparents, parents, second uncle and second aunt, and her two brothers were.

To go and see how hardworking, kind, simple, and honest the villagers in her mouth were.

To go and see the Qinghe river, tour the Xinghua ridge, and see the endless waves of rice.

This morning, Feng Qingbai was also very busy.

He sat in the study and issued commands, one after the other.

He wanted to make sure that all arrangements were well thought out and foolproof.

He developed this habit over the years.

Prepare for a rainy day; move carefully every step on the way; have a second string to his bow.

He didn’t want to arrive at Xinghua Village and still be constantly harassed by assassins.

There was also Feng Mohan’s condition.

This time, his enemies chased him to Xuzhou and once again enticed Feng Mohan to trigger the poison himself. It was their way to test his bottom line and bottom card.

Feng Qingbai twisted his head to look out of the window. His eyes drifted down unknown distant, and a cold, ethereal smile slowly floated at the corners of his mouth.