Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

As soon as Zuo Fuhong finished speaking, the servant beside him quickly stepped forward and led the Guang'an Marquis and his family towards the gate of the mansion.

Yuan held the child's hand tightly and wiped the tears from her face. Guo Maoheng still covered his blackened left hand and pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zuo Fuhong withdrew his gaze from their departing backs. Doubt was burning his heart like lava. He turned to Feng Zhanye, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

“Zhanye, your performance today really exceeded my expectations, especially the fact that you were able to take such good care of the Marquis of Guang’an’s legitimate son.”

Feng Zhanye seemed not to understand the hidden meaning in his words. He smiled slightly, lowered his eyes and returned to his submissive look, which made Zuo Fuhong even angrier.

"Master, I will not fail to do my best to follow your instructions."

Zuo Fuhong put his hands behind his back, clasping the jade ring on his hand with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush the ring. He glanced coldly at Feng Zhanye, then turned and left.

Feng Zhanye stood there, finally letting out a long sigh, looking at Zuo Fuhong's back with a deep gaze.

He knew that this incident was just the beginning. Since Zuo Fuhong had made his purpose clear, he would definitely not let him go. Perhaps he would suffer even greater retaliation and be forced to do more things he did not want to do.

But isn't this a good thing? Approaching and understanding one's enemy in advance is an essential step. The more one knows, the more beneficial it will be for him in the future. For this, he must hold on.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, as if preparing for the coming storm.

After a whole day of noise, the prime minister's residence finally returned to peace. However, on the wedding night, Zuo Chengyu was suddenly called away by the servants in the middle of the night.

"Father."

He stepped into the study as usual, and as soon as he closed the door, he was slapped hard in the face.

Zuo Chengyu knelt down instinctively, and felt Zuo Fuhong's anger on his swollen cheek.

"Did the son somehow offend his father?"

Zuo Fuhong turned his back, his eyes, filled with traces of time, dull and lifeless, like a pool of stagnant water, and he snorted indifferently.

"I just want to ask you, Marquis Guang'an's legitimate son, have you personally confirmed his death?"

Zuo Chengyu nodded confidently: "Yes, my son checked it himself, and there is absolutely no mistake."

Zuo Fuhong laughed strangely and looked down at him: "Really? Then tell me, how did he come back to life?"

Zuo Chengyu was stunned.

"This... I carefully examined his body and made sure he was dead before I had him thrown into the lotus pond... How could he still be alive?"

Zuo Chengyu couldn't figure out how Feng Zhanye had managed to deceive him without making any noise.

But Zuo Fuhong didn't intend to give him too much time to think, and just said coldly: "You'd better investigate the matter tonight and give me a reasonable explanation."

"Son, I obey."

Zuo Chengyu responded and watched Zuo Fuhong leave.

Compared to the solemnity and dullness of the main residence, the atmosphere in the villa is much more relaxed.

Feng Zhanye looked exhausted after returning to the back hall. He lay on the couch with his eyes closed and dozed off, stroking Xiaohua's hair with his hand.

Gu Qingzhi had been busy for half a day and had not had time to eat dinner. By this time she was no longer hungry, so she went to the kitchen, picked up two pears and brought them into the back hall.

Hearing the voice, Feng Zhanye opened his eyes slightly, and a hand holding a large white pear appeared in front of him.

"Qiu Jiang bought this today. It's very sweet. Try it." Gu Qingzhi raised the pear in her hand and said to him.

Feng Zhanye held Xiaohua in his arms and managed to stand up. He took the pear and weighed it gently, but he seemed to have no appetite.

"Why don't you eat? You look like your eyes are almost closed. You must be exhausted today." Gu Qingzhi sat down beside the couch, patted her shoulder, and motioned him to lean on her.

Feng Zhanye was indeed exhausted both physically and mentally, but he knew in his heart that Gu Qingzhi had been busy for him all day, and he was embarrassed to let her bear his burden.

Recalling the conversation about the Black Snake Head that he had heard from Zuo Fuhong, Feng Zhanye told Gu Qingzhi the whole story.

Gu Qingzhi was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Okay, I will use this as a new direction for exploration."

Feng Zhanye nodded, put down the little flower and sincerely held Gu Qingzhi's hand: "Sister Azhi, thank you. If you hadn't helped me with this matter, I'm afraid I would really be charged with the crime of killing the eldest son of Guang'an Marquis."

Gu Qingzhi shook her head gently: "No, I should thank you instead. You were threatened by the Left Prime Minister and made such a great sacrifice just to cover up for me."

"As long as I can protect my family, no matter what I do, it's worth it to me." The boy's eyes were determined.

Gu Qingzhi looked at him and felt the hidden worry again. She warned him seriously, "But Ah Ye, you must remember that no matter what happens in the future, you must protect yourself first, and then tell me in time. I can handle everything else."

Feng Zhanye naturally understood this truth. His eyes slightly formed crescents, and a warm smile appeared on his lips: "Sister, don't worry, I understand everything."

Gu Qingzhi ruffled his hair and said softly, "Since you are so tired, how about skipping today's physical training?"

Feng Zhanye looked at Gu Qingzhi, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene today when the eldest son of Marquis Guang'an hugged Gu Qingzhi's legs tightly, and his heart moved.

His gaze slowly moved downwards. If that little guy could do it, then could he also...

"It's not enough." The boy suddenly spoke with a coquettish tone.

Gu Qingzhi was confused and couldn't help but glance at him: "Don't push your luck. It's useless to cheat. Your swordsmanship is not up to standard yet. You still need to practice harder."

Feng Zhanye put on that aggrieved expression again, pouting his lips high, and looked at her pitifully: "I just wanted more comfort, why did it become like this when I came to Sister Azhi?"

Gu Qingzhi was stunned for a moment, then asked hesitantly: "Then...what do you want me to do?"

"Since my sister can't think of it, I'll have to do it myself." Feng Zhanye's narrow eyes flashed a hint of cunning, and his delicate face suddenly disappeared from Gu Qingzhi's sight.

Before she could react, she felt something suddenly pressing on her legs. Looking closely, she saw Feng Zhanye resting his head on her thighs and sighing with contentment.

"This is much more comfortable." In the candlelight, there seemed to be tiny lights flickering in the boy's eyes. He picked up the pear and took a bite.

Gu Qingzhi was speechless. Although she was not used to it, seeing how comfortable he looked, she was too embarrassed to wake him up and could only let him lie on her lap.

She wanted to take her pear and eat it, but when she turned around, she found that a greedy cat had already taken it there.

Xiaohua was holding the pear with her two little paws and chewing it happily, which made Gu Qingzhi feel embarrassed to snatch the food from her mouth.

She turned back helplessly and looked at Feng Zhanye again, and couldn't help laughing. It was true that pets follow their owners. The postures of this man and cat were almost exactly the same.

"Sister Azhi, this pear is too big. I can't finish it."

He blinked and raised his head slightly with the pear in his mouth.

Gu Qingzhi originally planned to cut it for him, but Feng Zhanye held on to the pear and refused to let go.

Looking at his delicate eyebrows and eyes full of smiles, she felt that he did it on purpose.

Good boy, you have grown up.

Gu Qingzhi didn't know what was wrong with her. The desire to be competitive suddenly started to take over, causing her to bend down.

Feng Zhanye's breathing stagnated slightly as he watched that heroic face enlarge in front of him. The plump lips opened and bit down fiercely on the other side of the pear.

The sweet pear juice slid down the bite mark and fell straight into his mouth.

The boy's heart was about to jump out. An inexplicable feeling of dizziness quickly rushed to his head, and his throat rolled with inexplicable temptation and desire.

"I...I'm going to practice swordplay!"

He could not stay there any longer, so he hurriedly got up from the couch, grabbed the sword on the table and rushed into the yard.