Reborn as the Regent's Beloved

The next day, the rooster crowed at dawn.

When Feng Xingye woke up, he saw the girl in white lying next to him. After massaging his temples, she reached out her fingertips to touch his dark hair, and then he woke up.

Xiao Fengyi raised her head, looking at Feng Xingye with a dazed expression. She hadn't thought much about it since waking up, and touched the man's forehead with her hand, asking in a hoarse voice, "The fever is gone, are you feeling better?"

Feng Xingye stared into her shimmering eyes and nodded, saying, "I feel much better after the acupuncture yesterday."

"Much better, that's good."

Xiao Fengyi slowly lowered her head, then took the man's hand out from under the quilt, placed it on the cotton bag, and continued to take the man's pulse.

When the cool fingers rested on his wrist, Feng Xingye closed his eyes to rest, a smile playing on his lips.

Stray hairs fell across her smooth forehead, making Xiao Fengyi appear even more serene. After taking the man's pulse, she breathed a sigh of relief and placed his hand back under the quilt.

"Well, I shouldn't die, right?" The man's voice suddenly entered her ears, causing Xiao Fengyi to look up at him.

Xiao Fengyi said to the man, "You won't die, you're fine."

She spoke very seriously, which made Feng Xingye, who had originally been joking, suddenly feel a sense of guilt.

He suddenly looked at the woman, his eyes very serious.

Xiao Fengyi leaned closer to Feng Xingye and whispered, "Your Highness Prince Zhao, so you've been working tirelessly for the Eighth Prince these past few days, mediating for him and doing all sorts of things for him!"

At this moment, Feng Xingye noticed the woman's eyes, which were as shimmering as water, like those of a fairy. He couldn't help but reply, "Xiao Ba is kind and benevolent, and is suitable to be the crown prince."

The man's words were simple, yet they explained to Xiao Fengyi why he had been so actively writing letters to so many people, asking them to help the Eighth Prince lift his house arrest.

After listening, Xiao Fengyi recalled her past life.

Although Feng Mingyu often argued and bickered with her, he was indeed a kind and generous person. He frequently opened the Eighth Prince's granary to treat some disaster victims, and he was impartial and had a high reputation among the people of Dayun.

Perhaps this is why Feng Xingye supports him.

In his previous life, Feng Xingye was injured and poisoned, so he was unable to protect Feng Mingyu. In this life, he doesn't know what world he has entered, but the divine doctor and she have appeared by his side to heal him, so that he can have the energy to deal with the Eighth Prince's affairs.

While Xiao Fengyi was thinking, Feng Xingye suddenly asked, "Xiao Fengyi, have you ever doubted me?"

"What do you suspect?" Xiao Fengyi stood up and sat on the round stool next to the bed, no longer lying on the bed, and showed great doubt about the man's question.

Feng Xingye turned to look at her, "Didn't you ever think that my request for a marriage decree was also because of the Phoenix's destiny, and because I also wanted to become the emperor?"

"Do you want to be the emperor?"

Xiao Fengyi had indeed not considered Feng Xingye's intentions, because it was none of her business.

Her mission has always been related to Xiao Qingyin and Feng Mingjing. As long as these two are disgraced and die without a burial place, she will be satisfied, because only in this way can she continue to live.

Feng Xingye stared at the ceiling with his amber eyes and said jokingly, "Hmph, being an emperor... I have no interest in it. If I could, I would also have no interest in fighting wars."

This was the first time Xiao Fengyi had heard these words, and she felt somewhat surprised.

Feng Xingye, a war god feared by enemies and revered by his own people, actually grew tired of fighting. She had originally thought that such a genius young man would be someone who liked to fight on horseback, but it turned out that this was not the case.

She murmured softly, "If you don't want to fight, what do you most want to do?"

Feng Xingye turned his gaze to her, "What I want most is to be a carefree person and live a comfortable, idyllic life in the countryside."

He hadn't even finished speaking when he closed his eyes. The upward curve of the corners of his eyes and mouth indicated that he was lost in the fantasy of dictating his words.

Xiao Fengyi suddenly realized that this man wasn't lying; he truly didn't like fighting.

"Master! It's time to take your medicine."

Yue Qi's voice suddenly came, causing Xiao Fengyi to turn around and look at the door.

Without Feng Xingye's approval, the other party could only stand respectfully outside the door, bowing and clasping their hands in greeting.

Xiao Fengyi turned around and looked at the man lying on the bed, who seemed to be asleep.

After hesitating for a moment, she stood up and said to Yue Qi, "His Highness Prince Zhao is asleep. Why don't you give me the medicine first?"

Yue Qi thought Xiao Fengyi's suggestion was good, "Okay, thank you for your trouble, Miss Xiao."

After Xiao Fengyi reached the door, she took the two food boxes that Yue Qi handed her.

She stared blankly at the two food boxes, "This is..."

Yue Qi first thanked Xiao Fengyi, and then told her, "Miss Xiao, the white food box contains the medicine prescribed by the divine doctor for the master, and the black food box contains your and the master's breakfast."

"Breakfast is included?"

Xiao Fengyi didn't feel anything at first, but after Yue Qi mentioned that there was breakfast, she became a little hungry.

"Yes, it was all prepared by the kitchen. I saw that you were too tired last night, so I prepared some for you as well."

After treating Feng Xingye's injuries last night, Xiao Fengyi told Yue Qi to keep an eye on Feng Xingye so that she could observe his condition at any time. Yue Qi stayed by his side.

In the middle of the night, Yue Qi suddenly fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day.

Looking at the bed, Prince Zhao was lying flat on his back, his complexion had improved, and next to him was Xiao Fengyi, who was not lying flat but had a very good sleeping face.

Yueqi originally wanted Xiao Fengyi to rest in the guest room, but then felt that it would be inappropriate to wake Xiao Fengyi up like that.

She went to bed later than I did last night, so she definitely needs some rest.

After thinking it over, he quietly left the room and went to the kitchen to prepare medicine for his master, and also prepared some food.

When Yue Qi returned after everything was ready, Miss Xiao had already woken up, but the Prince was still asleep.

Before leaving, he peeked out the window.

Through the narrow window, Xiao Fengyi opened the lid of the white food box, but did not take it out, because there was a small fire burning medicine underneath the food box, and her master had not yet woken up, so she wanted to avoid the medicine getting cold.

He felt that Miss Xiao, the future princess, cared about her master quite a bit. After a knowing smile, he stopped reading and went to receive a reply about the Eighth Prince.

This was the task his master had given him yesterday: to see the replies to the ten letters Yue San had sent, and to see if they would draft a general outline for the Eighth Prince.

After Yue Qi left, Xiao Fengyi took the food out of the black food box.

Upon seeing the exquisite food, Xiao Fengyi's appetite was whetted. Already starving, she picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily, completely unaware that Feng Xingye had woken up and was slowly sitting up and walking to her side.