Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Chapter 20 Xiao Wuzi is getting more and more shameless.

Kyoto the next day.

As the morning light began to illuminate the streets and alleys, news of His Majesty's personal expedition, his great victory over the Western Hu, and his triumphant return spread like wildfire to every corner.

In teahouses and taverns, storytellers pounded their gavels, spittle flying as they recounted the great victory in the west.

Street vendors discussed the matter while setting up their stalls.

The children chased and played with wooden swords, imitating the generals fighting the enemy.

The people's faces were beaming with smiles; winning a battle is always something to be happy about.

However, none of these messages mentioned His Majesty's serious injury and loss of martial arts skills.

Moreover, beneath this commotion, an inexplicable tension permeated Kyoto's upper class.

However, this undercurrent had no effect on Guangxin Palace.

Li Yunrui seemed to have truly believed Wu Feng's words, and quietly stayed in the palace, living a lazy and leisurely life.

It was nearly noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

Under the east corridor of Guangxin Palace, there was a chaise lounge covered with soft cushions. Li Yunrui lay on her side on it, propping her head up with her left hand.

She wore a light purple gauze palace dress, the soft fabric clinging to her body as she moved, outlining her slender waist.

Wu Feng, holding a plate of red cherries, sat in the middle of the chaise lounge.

He picked up a cherry and held it to Li Yunrui's lips.

Li Yunrui slightly opened her mouth and took the cherry into her mouth.

She ate slowly, her rosy lips gently pursed, the juice making them even more glossy.

Two maids knelt behind the chaise longue, gently massaging her beautifully curved waist.

As for Chunmei... she went to handle the Junshan Society's affairs.

"Well……"

Li Yunrui took a bite of a cherry and turned to look at Wu Feng.

Wu Feng understood immediately, reached out, and gently touched her soft, warm lips with his fingertips, taking out the remaining half of the cherry.

[Ding~ Mood points +40!]

Without batting an eye, he put the half cherry into his mouth and ate it slowly.

The cherries were sweet and juicy, and carried the faint scent of her rouge.

The two maids behind Li Yunrui kept their heads down, as if they hadn't seen anything, but their movements remained gentle and rhythmic.

"Is it good?" Li Yunrui asked softly, her eyes curving slightly.

"It's delicious," Wu Feng replied softly, "especially sweet."

He picked up another cherry and fed it to her lips again.

Li Yunrui gently took it in her mouth, slowly bit off half of it, and then looked up at him.

Wu Feng naturally took the half-eaten piece from her lips and put it in his own mouth.

And so, one cherry after another was taken from the fruit plate, and soon most of them were gone.

"I'm not eating anymore," Li Yunrui said softly. "I'll go back and see how Chunmei is doing."

Wu Feng put the cherry he was about to feed her back into the plate, handed the fruit plate to the maid behind him, and then helped Li Yunrui sit up.

Her arms were soft, and you could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin gauze.

"Your Highness," Wu Feng said softly, "the streets must be quite lively today. How about... we go for a walk later?"

Li Yunrui let him help her stand up, straightened her clothes, and said: "I don't like those lowly people."

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Wu Feng squatted down, picked up the pair of soft satin shoes embroidered with lotus patterns from the side of the bed, and carefully put them on her feet.

"Then let's go for a spring outing in the outskirts of the capital." He said as he helped her put on her shoes. "Your Highness, it's not good for you to stay in the palace all the time without exercising."

"A spring outing?" Li Yunrui looked down at him, a hint of interest on her face. "That's something to consider, but let's go tomorrow."

"I'll arrange it in a bit." Wu Feng said, having already tied his shoelaces, he stood up, gently supporting her arm as they walked towards the main hall.

As the two walked to the entrance of the main hall, they saw Chunmei, who had just finished her work and was about to go find them, come out from inside.

She gave Wu Feng a resentful look, then stepped forward and, together with Wu Feng, helped Li Yunrui into the main hall, one on each side.

"Is there anything I need to know right now?" Li Yunrui asked after sitting down on the soft couch.

Chunmei bowed and replied, "Your Highness, news has come from Huang Yi's side."

"On his way back to Junshan, he encountered two former disciples of Si Gu Jian in Dongyi City. Both of them were of the eighth rank. He wants to recruit these two into the Junshan Society and asks for Your Highness's opinion."

"A traitor to Si Gu Jian...?" Li Yunrui's face showed an expression of interest, and she lightly tapped her chin with her finger. "Reply to Huang Yi, I grant your request."

"Let him train him well. Si Gu Jian's abandoned disciple... might be of great use in the future."

"This servant understands," Chunmei replied.

She glanced at Wu Feng standing beside Li Yunrui, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There's one more thing."

"explain."

"The people in the Clean Affairs Office, as well as Xiao Wuzi's fellow villagers, have been dealt with."

Wu Feng immediately turned to Li Yunrui, his face showing gratitude: "Thank you, Your Highness, for helping me avenge myself."

At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Now there should be no way to prove it, right?

Li Yunrui smiled sweetly: "As long as you serve me well, I will not treat you unfairly."

Wu Feng knelt down, resting his face on her lap, gently inhaling the unique, rich, cool fragrance emanating from her body. His muffled voice came from beneath her skirt:

[Ding~ Mood points +50!]

"Please rest assured, Your Highness, I will serve you well from now on and never betray you."

Chunmei's lips twitched involuntarily as she looked at Wu Feng's sycophantic manner.

This guy is really going to have no bottom line anymore.

Fortunately, she grew up with His Highness and was a woman, otherwise she would have been schemed against by this guy until she was nothing but bones.

Li Yunrui lowered her head and gently stroked Wu Feng's cheek, her fingertips slowly sliding from his forehead to his chin.

"Then it's settled," she said, her voice as soft as water. "I will spoil you, but I also hope you won't disappoint me."

[Ding~ Mood points +50!]

Wu Feng looked up at her, his eyes sparkling: "I will not let Your Highness down."

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The following morning, after having breakfast, Wu Feng and Li Yunrui left the palace.

Chunmei drove the carriage out of the palace gate as usual, slowly making its way through the streets of Kyoto.

There was another carriage behind them, filled with things Wu Feng had prepared for camping later.

The streets were still bustling with activity today, as people celebrated the great victory in the west. Lanterns and decorations were everywhere, and smiles were on the faces of passersby.

Li Yunrui lay on the soft cushions inside the carriage, with her legs resting in Wu Feng's arms, enjoying the massage while closing her eyes to relax.

Today she wore a simple pale yellow dress, her hair was tied into a simple bun with a jade hairpin, and her face was only lightly powdered. She looked less dignified than usual, but more elegant.

Just then, the carriage passed by the entrance of a teahouse.

Several young people were standing outside the teahouse, one of whom was Lin Ruofu, the newly appointed top scholar in the imperial examination this year.

Standing beside him were several classmates, one of whom, though of ordinary appearance, had shrewd eyes; this was Yuan Hongdao.

A spring breeze blew by, lifting the curtain of the carriage.

Lin Ruofu glanced up unintentionally, and then his brows furrowed slightly.

He seemed to see a man's figure inside the princess's carriage.

Yuan Hongdao, who was beside him, keenly noticed the change in Lin Ruofu's expression. When he followed his gaze, the carriage had already driven far away, leaving only a silhouette.

"Brother Ruofu, what's wrong?" Yuan Hongdao asked in a low voice.

Lin Ruofu looked away and shook his head: "It's nothing."

His face regained its composure, but his mind was in turmoil.