The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Feige returned to the palace, and there were still so many palaces to sweep; how could she miss them?

An afternoon passed, and finally all the concubines' palaces were clean.

"what"

"what"

"what"

……

It's easy to imagine how beautiful those screams must have been.

Feige went to the Imperial Study again, but the man was not there; the palace servants had already come to escort him away.

Feige didn't stand on ceremony and accepted them all.

"My lord, the emperor has returned."

Feige disappeared.

The man entered the imperial study, which was spotless and empty, not even a stool was to be found. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Someone go and investigate, go and investigate!"

Soon a group of guards appeared, and then disappeared again.

The man sat on the ground, utterly dejected. The concubines' palaces were the same; there was nothing left. Was this some kind of warning from heaven? The man remembered something; it seemed that something had gone wrong ever since that woman hit him yesterday.

The man stood up; he decided to go and see the Cold Palace.

Feige returned to the Cold Palace. Qin Feng saw her return, smiled, and then closed his eyes to sleep.

Feige lay down on her small couch and quickly fell asleep.

……

"Master, someone's here."

"Who"

"emperor"

"To hell with him," Fei Ge said, closing his eyes and continuing to sleep.

After a while, the door opened.

The man saw three people sleeping soundly inside; he couldn't accept that there was a man in his queen's room.

"You betrayed me!" the man roared.

Feige glanced at him, then stood up.

"Say that again, and I'll beat you to death!" Fei Ge walked over and slapped him.

The man touched his face and asked Feige, "Who is he?"

"Didn't you just say I betrayed you? He's my man!"

The man raised his hand to hit Fei Ge, but Fei Ge took a step back and missed.

"Tell me, the things in the palace were stolen, did you do it?" the man demanded, his anger blazing.

Feige rolled her eyes at him. "What's it to me?" Feige said.

Suddenly, the little guy woke up, got off the bed, and ran to the man. Feige picked him up.

"Sweetie, Daddy's over there, go find him."

The little guy obediently ran off again, glancing back at the man. Perhaps this was what blood ties were all about.

Qin Feng came over, picked up the little guy, and patted his head. "Good boy, don't fuss." The little guy nestled in his arms, looking obedient and adorable.

For some reason, the man's heart suddenly ached.

"I'm divorcing you."

"Okay, hurry up, I'm waiting," Fei Ge said with a smile.

The man was furious. Unable to beat him, he lashed out at Qin Feng.

"Guards, seize this man!"

After the man finished speaking, a group of guards entered.

"Don't touch them, they're my people, you're not qualified," Fei Ge said with a grin.

"Go! Arrest him! Lock him in the death row!" As soon as the man finished speaking, the men rushed over.

Feige swept her leg, sending them all flying. She patted her trouser legs.

"Honestly, I told you not to move, but you still won't listen."

"You, you're not her, who are you?" the man asked.

"Oh, she's dead, long dead."

The man stared at Feige in disbelief.

Feige didn't care about him.

"See this? My man, my son. Give your throne to my son, and you can be the retired emperor. How about that?"

"You wish!" The man was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and then fainted.

"Take it away, it's disgusting, get out!"

After Feige finished speaking, several guards came out and took the man away.

Feige turned around and saw Qin Feng smiling.

"What are you laughing at?" Fei Ge said speechlessly.

You said I was your man.

"Then what"

"I took it seriously," Qin Feng said with a smile.

"Whatever, I'm sleepy," Feige lay down and quickly fell asleep.

Qin Feng stood there, a smile playing on his lips. He knew the woman was lying, but for some reason, it sounded so sweet. Yes, he believed her.

Qin Feng lay down, unable to sleep, overcome with excitement.

It's raining again, and it's chilly. Qin Feng got up and covered the little guy with his blanket...

The heavy rain quickly filled the outside, and the sound of flowing water could be clearly heard.

The guards carried the man to his palace, which was also spotless, but now with a bed. The man lay on the bed, his heart aching, aching terribly. He then remembered that the little one was practically a carbon copy of himself, exactly like him as a child.

But it was too late. How could Feige let him go?

As darkness fell, Feige woke up. She went to the man's study, where Wutang had drafted the imperial edict. She took out the imperial seal and stamped it directly.

After she finished, she went to find a man again.

"Come, come, let me read it to you."

After Fei Ge finished reading, the man spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted.

“Master, he probably won’t live much longer. He’s already vomited twice.”

"Who cares if he dies? With so many women, he's not afraid of working himself to death. There are probably about 1000 women in total. It would be good if he died, it would be wonderful if he died, it would be great if he died."

Feige returned to the Cold Palace.

"Fengzi, get up."

Qin Feng woke up and looked at Fei Ge. "This is an imperial edict. Tomorrow, take the little guy to court. When he turns five, we'll leave. In the meantime, teach him everything you know so he can be a little emperor in the future."

"it is good"

"go to bed"

Feige lay down and quickly fell asleep.