There's something wrong with me

“…” Hearing his mother's unreasonable words, Zhang Feng simply stopped talking.

Because his mother was a proper, formally trained professional.

Even if she were reasonable, Zhang Feng might not be able to win an argument against her.

Not to mention, she was being unreasonable now.

“Think about it,” the Empress said earnestly after seeing her beloved son remain silent, “If you live outside alone, what if you don't get enough to eat? What if you get thinner from hunger?”

As she spoke, her voice became somewhat anxious.

It was the anxiety of a mother about to be separated from her child.

Even as the Empress, she couldn't escape the seven emotions and six desires of humans.

“Should I issue an order to have a few chefs from the Imperial Kitchen go with you when you leave the palace?”

She was now accustomed to her family's 'chubby baby' and was even worried that Zhang Feng would become thin from hunger after leaving the palace.

“Mother is right,”

Zhang Feng looked at his mother's concerned eyes, and his heart felt warm.

“Then… should I issue an edict to the Imperial Kitchen now?” The Empress took it seriously and got up to get her seal and start writing.

“Mother is right.” Zhang Feng was focused on boiling water, so he agreed with whatever his mother said.

At the same time, the Empress seemed to think of something and looked at her lovely child again, saying:

“The daughter of the Minister of Rites is fifteen this year. I summoned her to the palace and saw that she has bright eyes and white teeth, and is poised and generous, displaying the etiquette of a noble family in her demeanor.

After you leave the palace, find some time to meet her. If my Feng'er takes a liking to her, I will propose marriage for you.”

“Mother is right.” Zhang Feng nodded again, but then realized that something seemed wrong this time.

“Mother is not right, no, it's that I'm afraid of delaying the daughter of Vice Minister Sun.”

Zhang Feng was focused on practicing martial arts, and now he had found the method of Qi and blood.

At this crucial moment, how could he have time for romance?

If he really developed feelings, he would definitely be distracted.

And if he didn't develop feelings, why bother?

If it was for his own selfish desires, there were hundreds of brothels in the world, and there would always be beauties who could captivate cities and topple kingdoms, so why ruin the reputation of a proper woman?

Zhang Feng understood this very well.

“What? Delay?” The Empress was very unhappy, “It is her good fortune that my Feng'er can marry her!

Alright! Say no more! It's settled! I will have people prepare the betrothal gifts!”

“?” Zhang Feng was stunned. Good heavens, what was supposed to be a blind date had turned into an engagement because of what he said.

He had to find a way to resolve this.

Even if he were to marry, Zhang Feng didn't want a shotgun wedding.

“Mother, please listen to your son's detailed explanation. People's feelings are not…”

……

An hour later.

Zhang Feng came out of Changxiang Palace speechless. The marriage was rejected, but he still had to meet her.

In the words of Empress Mother, it was 'Feng'er still needs to meet her. After meeting her, come back and tell Mom what kind of girl you like, and then Mom will send people to the ends of the earth to find her.'

Mom was very nice, she just needed to post a notice throughout the world to recruit a spouse for him.

But Zhang Feng had a headache.

However, as he walked, Zhang Feng thought about the Qi and blood training method, and soon forgot about this matter.

Plus, today was the last night he would be staying in the palace.

Although he could come back in the future, Zhang Feng felt a sense of melancholy, like he was 'running away from home'.

This sixteen-year family experience.

Allowed Zhang Feng to quickly forget the trivial matters. Instead, he wandered around the palace in a nostalgic manner.

And so, Zhang Feng looked left and right.

Although it was a bit inappropriate, no one dared to stop him given Zhang Feng's status.

Moreover, Zhang Feng was very mindful and didn't wander around the harem, but instead strolled in other places.

“Greetings, Seventh Prince!”

The palace maids, eunuchs, guards, and several cabinet ministers who had just finished their official duties all greeted Zhang Feng as he walked by.

Zhang Feng nodded and continued walking.

Only after Zhang Feng left did they become confused, not knowing who had summoned the Seventh Prince.

Because if he had been summoned, Zhang Feng would have had a 'eunuch with a plaque leading the way?' or a palace guard in front of him.

But now there was nothing, just him walking alone.

‘What is the Seventh Prince doing?’ They were very curious, but they didn't dare to ask rashly.

It was fortunate that it was the Seventh Prince, otherwise, the palace guards would have apprehended anyone else.

However.

Zhang Feng became happier and happier as he walked, and the feeling of 'running away from home' in his heart gradually dissipated.

With his mind opened, Zhang Feng suddenly felt his steps become lighter.

As he walked, Zhang Feng unknowingly discovered that his feet had formed 'blood gathering'.

A skill that originally required time to slowly practice, because of a coincidence, his mind opened, and the difficulty was overcome.

Zhang Feng, holding this joy, temporarily immersed his mind in the blood gathering of his feet.

Understanding knowledge, deepening knowledge, and then transforming knowledge into his own use, instead of obtaining it through 'occasional epiphanies', was what Zhang Feng had always been doing.

“Greetings, Seventh Prince…”

The palace maids and eunuchs who passed by continued to salute him.

Zhang Feng, because his mind was focused on cultivation, nodded symbolically.

He didn't know how long he had walked like this when he passed a side hall where books were kept.

Coincidentally, the Emperor had just come out of it.

He was followed by Eunuch Zhao.

Eunuch Zhao had become the chief eunuch five years ago and had been frequently following the Emperor ever since.

At the same time.

When Eunuch Zhao saw Zhang Feng, he was very happy, but the Emperor in front of him seemed to be thinking about something, so he didn't dare to speak loudly. He only bowed and mouthed, 'Greetings, young master!'

At the same time, when the Emperor saw Zhang Feng walking over, his thoughts returned somewhat, and he nodded to Zhang Feng in a flat manner.

Zhang Feng was used to nodding all the way, so he subconsciously nodded to the Emperor as well.

Then, the Emperor was stunned.

“Ha… uh…” When Eunuch Zhao saw this scene, he wanted to laugh, but under the drive of a strong desire to survive, he quickly suppressed the laughter that might get him beheaded.

‘What is the young master doing?’ He then realized and frequently winked at Zhang Feng, telling Zhang Feng to salute quickly.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also realized and cupped his hands to the somewhat stunned Emperor, saying, “This son greets Father Emperor!”

During the cupping of his hands, Zhang Feng slightly raised his head.

The Emperor was in his fifties this year, with more wrinkles, but his majesty was even heavier.

And in these ten years, Zhang Feng had seen the Emperor no more than thirty times.

Except for the birthdays of the Empress and the Emperor, they basically didn't meet, and even if they met on birthdays, they didn't talk.

At most, it was like now, symbolically bowing and greeting.

“Mm.”

Now, the Emperor, like before, only nodded, and then turned to leave.

But before he had taken two steps, he seemed to remember something and rebuked Zhang Feng with his back to him, “Why are you running around in the palace instead of returning to your hall?

Where has all the etiquette and decorum you've learned gone?”

“This son will return now.” Zhang Feng realized that he had unknowingly turned to the Emperor's side, so he turned around and prepared to go back.

“You don't understand the rules!” The Emperor scolded again, and then continued walking, but after taking two steps, he paused again and said to Zhang Feng with his back to him, “You are leaving the palace tomorrow.”

“Yes.” Zhang Feng turned around and looked at the Emperor's back, replying, “This son is sixteen, and after inspecting the mansion tomorrow, I will not return to the palace overnight as usual.”

“Mm.” The Emperor stood with his back to Zhang Feng like this for several breaths.

After about ten seconds, the coldness passed.

The Emperor then continued, “Yesterday, I issued an edict to have several imperial chefs from the Imperial Kitchen go with you tomorrow.

The food outside the palace… um… um… I'm afraid you won't be used to it.”

After saying that, the Emperor left directly, facing away from Zhang Feng from beginning to end.

……

The next day.

Zhang Feng left the palace early in the morning surrounded by dozens of followers.

The mansion was not far from the imperial city.

A five-courtyard residence, it was a prince's mansion.

Not far away, there was also a three-courtyard residence, which was the Prime Minister's residence.

And because it was the opening of the mansion, there were many things to do during the day.

People came to offer gifts and visit in an endless stream.

Regardless of whether they were sincere or not, at least their etiquette was in place.

Zhang Feng also received them one by one, and was busy until the evening before he was free.

After all the guests left, the palace maids who had been brought out from the palace cleaned up.

Zhang Feng then summoned that 'Little Wu Zi' and came to an empty courtyard.

Little Wu Zi had been following Zhang Feng since he was ten years old when he entered the palace at the age of sixteen, and he was loyal.

“Little Wu Zi.” Zhang Feng looked at the Little Wu Zi in front of him, who had a fairly fair appearance, “From now on, you will be the steward of the mansion.”

“Thank you, Master!” He kowtowed.

Zhang Feng helped him up, “Little Wu Zi, you have also been tired all day today.”

Zhang Feng saw that he was full of fatigue and wanted him to rest before doing things, “You should rest well tonight, and then go out tomorrow to inquire and see where they sell Rock Fruits.”

‘Rock Fruit?’ Little Wu Zi had been in the palace for more than six years and was also an old-timer in the palace. Naturally, he had heard about the forbidden books and knew that this was a forbidden medicine.

However, he didn't ask any more questions, but kowtowed again, his words powerful and forceful, “This servant obeys!”

The Seventh Prince treated him like a human, cared that he was tired, and even let him rest for a night.

A scholar dies for his confidant!

After saying this, he returned to his room, not resting, but instead putting on a bamboo hat, disguising himself, and immediately left the mansion to inquire for his master.