In the blink of an eye, it was already night, and the noise of the guests gradually faded away.

There was a sudden commotion in Chongshan Pavilion. The guests who had not yet left looked towards the source of the sound and saw Guo Maoheng rushing out of the guest room with an angry face.

"What did you say? My son hasn't been found yet?"

He grabbed the boy's shoulders, his eyebrows raised and veins bulged on his neck.

His servant was also annoyed: "My Lord, the three of us have indeed searched almost every place we could find, but we just can't find the young master."

"This child is really too playful. Where was the last place you saw him?" Yuan, who was standing by, became anxious upon hearing this and asked the maid beside her.

The maid quickly replied, "I was near the maple garden, using a silk handkerchief to wipe the young master's mouth. As soon as I turned around, the young master disappeared."

When Yuan heard that her child had disappeared so early, she suddenly felt dizzy and tears came to her eyes out of anxiety.

"It's all my fault for not keeping a close eye on him, my Lord. What if he has already run out onto the street? How can I find him at this late hour?"

Guo Maoheng quickly supported her, thought for a moment and said, "Impossible. Although my son likes to play, he is definitely not that stupid. He must be in the prime minister's mansion. Go find him!"

Yuan pounded her chest in annoyance and said, "What's the point of asking them to look for him? Just now, His Royal Highness Prince Duan told me to bring servants to help me look for him, but now he hasn't found him. I'm afraid he really ran away."

Guo Maoheng frowned after hearing her words. Nothing seemed right to him. He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, as if he understood something, he strode towards the back of Chongshan Pavilion.

"My Lord! Where are you going?" Yuan hurriedly followed him and asked in confusion.

"If Prince Duan did this on purpose, I will peel off a layer of skin from him today!"

Feng Zhanye sat beside Zuo Fuhong, closing his eyes and resting quietly, when he heard a commotion outside, as if someone had broken in.

"Everyone, get out of my way! I want to see the Left Prime Minister!"

Zuo Fuhong glanced at Feng Zhanye with a half-smile, then silently picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if he couldn't hear what was happening outside.

He withdrew most of the soldiers who were stationed there on weekdays, just to make it easier for Guo Maoheng to make trouble.

The servants in the prime minister's mansion tried to stop them symbolically twice, but Guo Maoheng and Yuan pushed open the door and forced their way in.

When Guo Maoheng saw Feng Zhanye sitting leisurely in the house, he realized that his guess was correct.

Feng Zhanye exhaled slightly and opened his eyes.

"Sir Guo, it's so late and you've trespassed into the prime minister's residence. Is there something wrong?" The young man's voice was tinged with sarcasm, and he asked the question even though he knew the answer.

Guo Maoheng glanced at Zuo Fuhong beside him, and without paying attention to etiquette, he asked, "Where is my son? Where did you hide him?"

Feng Zhanye tilted his head and smiled, then played dumb: "Your son? I don't understand what you mean."

Yuan, who was standing behind Guo Maoheng, realized something was wrong and asked for confirmation: "Didn't you just go to Fengyuan to look for me, saying that my master was drunk, and you also told me that you would help me find the child?"

Feng Zhanye shook his head: "Madam, you may have remembered it wrongly. Not long after the teacher left, I stayed here to take care of him and never went to Fengyuan."

Yuan was stunned: "What did you say? How is it possible..."

The young man who sat on the chair looked at Zuo Fuhong and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the teacher when I came in and whether I have ever left."

Zuo Fuhong then slowly raised his eyes to look at Marquis Guang'an and his wife, pretending to be drunk.

"The child, Prince Duan, has indeed been in my room. Could it be that Master Guo has misunderstood something?"

Guo Maoheng no longer cared about etiquette at this moment. He pointed directly at Feng Zhanye and said word by word, gritting his teeth: "I'll say it again, hand over my son!"

Zuo Fuhong seemed to be sobered up by his actions and spoke quickly.

"Master Xiao Guo, what are you doing? Do you want to beat someone up in my house?"

Feng Zhanye still sat in the same place, glanced at Zuo Fuhong beside him, suppressed the disgust rising in his heart, tried his best to maintain his expression, and stared at Guo Maoheng without blinking.

He slightly adjusted his sitting posture, making his slender figure appear even more lazy and casual, and his already overly handsome face was filled with a fearless smile, as if he had truly become the unforgivable evil god in the eyes of the people of Kyoto.

Seeing that he was protected by Zuo Fuhong, Guo Maoheng leaned back in his chair in a provocative manner, laughed in anger, and pointed at him with the sword in his hand.

"I was a little skeptical about the rumors about you in Kyoto, but now that I've met you in person, I think you're even worse than the rumors say. I'm going to make this clear today. Don't even think about using this to force me to change my political views. It's impossible!"

Guo Maoheng is not a fool, he certainly knows the purpose of Feng Zhanye and Zuo Fuhong.

Feng Zhanye stood up slowly and walked slowly to Guo Maoheng, deliberately putting his neck within the reach of his hands.

"Master Guo is straightforward. Since you have already guessed my purpose, you should also understand that now that your son is in my hands, you have no room for bargaining with me."

Seeing that Guo Maoheng didn't move, Feng Zhanye leaned forward and said, "Of course, you can choose to attack me now, as long as you are willing to give up your son."

Yuan heard the threat in Feng Zhanye's words, and without waiting for Guo Maoheng to make a move, she rushed forward and grabbed Feng Zhanye by the collar.

The woman was so angry that she started to cry. She pulled Feng Zhanye and shook him, "You evil star! You actually used my innocent child to threaten us. Return my son to me now!"

The young man's body stiffened, and his expression was about to waver when he heard Zuo Fuhong behind him cough lightly, intentionally or unintentionally.

He clenched his fists tightly, suddenly pushed Yuan out, and said impatiently: "Enough! It's your fault for not taking good care of the child. You two should think about what to do when you have time instead of making trouble with me."

The frail woman was pushed by the hot-blooded young man and fell to the ground with great force. Her femur ached and she was unable to get up for a while.

Upon seeing this, Guo Maoheng hurriedly helped Yuan up and glared at Feng Zhanye fiercely.

"How dare you be so arrogant that you hold my son hostage and threaten me so brazenly. Is there any law?"

This farce was too chaotic and Feng Zhanye had had enough.

He pretended to brush off the wrinkled clothes that Yuan had grabbed with disgust, retreated back to Zuo Fuhong, and replied disdainfully: "Master Guo, please understand that this is the prime minister's residence, and my words are the law."

Zuo Fuhong looked at Feng Zhanye beside him. The boy was obviously only fourteen years old, but his arrogant look seemed to be innate. Yes, this was his original appearance. He pretended to be weak in the past, but he was just playing the pig to eat the tiger.

Zuo Fuhong looked at the furious Guo Maoheng and spoke slowly: "Marquis Guang'an, don't be stubborn anymore. We resorted to this desperate measure because we don't want you to get involved in the muddy water of the Northern Desert King's Court. Just think about it, even if you send troops, what are your chances of winning against those fierce barbarians?"

He stood up and walked to Guo Maoheng's side, patted him on the shoulder, and continued earnestly: "Prince Duan is young, and his methods are a bit tough, but he still has good things for you in his heart. Although you value your experience, don't make a wrong judgment because of a momentary impatience."

After a long stalemate, Guo Maoheng lowered his head, shook his head helplessly, and let out a long sigh.

He raised his eyes to look at Feng Zhanye and laughed meaningfully: "So it was you who did it...Okay, I'll change it. I'll report it to His Majesty now. Are you satisfied?"

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