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The corner of Murong Zhi's eyebrows twitched, he saw the trace of craftiness on the corner of the mouth of the girl in front of him, and he chuckled.

He knew that although Xuanyuan Zhan was not unforgettable to this wife, he still took her very seriously and did not treat his own wife and concubine like an item like an ordinary person. Furthermore, Xuanyuan Zhan's own words must have made very high demands, as it would be difficult to repay the favor he owed her if he was dragged into the conflict of the imperial court.

Thus, he replied, "That sounds very reasonable."

This was a promise. Feng Yu's eyes lit up as she put down the hairpin in her hand.

"You haven't told me who you are? What method are you going to use to help me avoid him? "

Feng Yu asked about how unlucky she had been recently, and what if the person in front of her was not strong enough and brought her and Dou Dou to run into someone related to Xuanyuan Zhan?

The corner of Murong Zhi's brows once again rose indifferently, "Do you know Flying Hung Pavilion?"

"I seem to have heard of it." Feng Yu searched through her memories, her eyes shining brighter.

As expected, the people Xuanyuan Zhan knew were not ordinary people. Although this Flying Hung Pavilion did not have much to do with the imperial court, he was still a well-known force in the martial arts world.

"You can't be the pavilion master of the Flying Hung Pavilion, right?" Feng Yu guessed, after seeing Murong Zhi's expression, she had confirmed her guess.

Since she was looking for the right person, then where did Xuanyuan Zhan go to find her? Wasn't this the first time he found out? It was simply a man-made version of the tracker.

"It seems like Battle Princess is very satisfied with this humble one's identity." Murong Zhi said as he looked at her constantly changing expression.

"Of course." Feng Yu revealed an extremely satisfied expression, then her tone slightly changed, as she maintained a deeper smile on her face, "Don't call me Battle Princess, call me Young Master Yu."

Murong Zhi looked at her male attire and chuckled once more.

Murong Zhi was really strong. He immediately used his subordinate's information network to cut off all leads Feng Yu left the Battle King Manor, causing people to be unable to find any traces of them. All the servants in the mansion respectfully called her "Young Master Yu" and Dou Dou "Little Miss", Feng Yu felt that their disguise skills were top-notch.

Murong Zhi was extremely generous to them, and after he said it, he gave them even more luxurious clothes and delicacies. After eating it until Dou Dou's face was round, even his tongue was caught in his mouth.

One day, Feng Yu finished copying a painting and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The brush strokes of this painting were extremely exquisite, and they also used a lot of colors. The painting made her hands sore, but the reward was naturally greater than before.

Dou Dou, who was sitting obediently at the side, saw her stop writing and immediately walked over with a smile.

"Mother." Dou Dou's soft voice was filled with sweetness, and Feng Yu knew that he had a favor to ask of others when she heard it.

"What's wrong? What kind of pastries does Dou Dou want to eat now? "

Feng Yu was not afraid of Dou Dou in terms of food. As a child, how could her appetite be big?

"As expected, mother knows Dou Dou the best. It's been a while since Dou Dou went out to play, and I heard that he opened a new restaurant. There were many steamed buns there, and mother had said before that there would be steamed buns with soup inside."

So she wanted to eat Soup Dumplings. Feng Yu raised her eyebrows. However, she wasn't sure if she could leave now.

Xuanyuan Zhan must still be sending people to look for his and Dou Dou right? Lei Yu was definitely furious after being tricked by her.

It was just that there was no problem if he went out occasionally. Since Murong Zhi was from the martial arts world, he should be in this line of work.

In truth, Murong Zhi had already expected that they would do this. To him, it was already surprising that the two of them were able to stay in the mansion and not go out.

After finding someone to change their attire, Feng Yu saw that although this so-called "disguise technique" wasn't as magical as the books described, and didn't have a single piece of face attached to it, it was still extremely powerful. It was very similar to the Japanese makeup technique.

Feng Yu was now a scholar who had detached herself from the feminine aura. Dou Dou, on the other hand, was even more adorable, using modern terms to describe him as a cute loli.

Relax, decided to take Dou Dou out shopping to the restaurant he mentioned that had Soup Dumplings. As it was a new establishment, the restaurant was packed with people, and it did not look like a place with seats.

Dou Dou frowned when he saw this scene. He reached out and gently tugged on Feng Yu's sleeve, speaking in a soft and low voice, "Mother … Uncle, there are too many people here. Let's go somewhere else.

Seeing Dou Dou being so sensible, Feng Yu's heart softened. Now that they had changed their appearances, so what if they were filled with people?

Feng Yu patted his head to appease him.

"Don't be afraid, Uncle is here. Don't be nervous even if you meet someone you know."

Feng Yu's gaze turned sharp as she led Dou Dou inside. She didn't mind fighting at the table, as she had often fought with other people when she went to eat at the roadside stall at night.

Luckily, when they walked over, someone just finished eating and left. Feng Yu rushed up to grab a seat, afraid that someone would push her precious son down again. Her precious son revealed a disappointed expression.

She did not notice that a few people were walking down from the private rooms upstairs. Just as she was about to bump into them, she stopped in a hurry and put her arm around Dou Dou to stop his momentum, but unfortunately, she was a step too late.

Dou Dou bumped into the young master in the lead. Looking at his clothes, he definitely had a deep background that ordinary people could not afford to offend.

Feng Yu cursed in her heart, but she also knew that ordinary people wouldn't be so ungrateful as to make things difficult for a child. She would be fine when she apologized politely, but when she saw the appearance of this young master, her thoughts were completely overturned.

The him in her memories was a standard playboy who only knew how to eat and play. Relying on the fact that she was the only male, she looked down on Feng Yu, the direct daughter, even more so on Second Aunt and Feng Jiaojiao.

As expected, Feng Mengzhi's face was filled with displeasure, Dou Dou's blow was not heavy at all, yet he still acted as if he had been hit by a rod.

"Where did this damn girl come from? She actually charged at me!"

Dou Dou was stunned for a moment. Looking at his fiendish face, he pouted, feeling wronged. His tears kept falling, "Wuu … "I didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't my fault …"

Feng Yu's heart ached for him as she wiped away the tears on his face. She reached out to pat him and comfort him, but Dou Dou quickly calmed down as she stared at Feng Mengzhi with grievance.

Although she said that she was not afraid of meeting someone familiar, and being so close to Feng Mengzhi, she still felt a little guilty. Furthermore, it was her fault this time, so she lowered her head and apologized: "Sir, it was me who did not see clearly that Lu Chong bumped into me.

Feng Mengzhi looked at the person in front of him who had bent his waist and bowed to him. Although his tone was full of humility, it faintly carried a certain aura and even a hint of familiarity. His eyes darted around the top of Feng Yu's head, and in the blink of an eye, he saw Dou Dou who was crying until his eyes were red.

"Forget it, just take my bad luck as it is. Get out of my way and don't disturb me. I'll go to the Nine Supremes gambling den to get some fun."

Feng Yu did not expect Feng Mengzhi to leave directly, and she heaved a sigh of relief. For the sake of not causing any trouble, Feng Mengzhi did not recognize them.

Since Feng Mengzhi had already left, that also meant that the room upstairs was now empty. Hugging Dou Dou up, Feng Yu directly headed upstairs, occupying the comfortable room.

He wouldn't meet anyone else this time.

On the way back, he slightly puffed out his stomach as he slowed down his pace to eat. It was still early anyway, so it didn't matter if he strolled around.

He took a detour and walked through a street full of vendors. They were all people selling scented packets, rough jewelry, calligraphy and paintings. Feng Yu used to like to stroll around these things, so he searched for things he was interested in.

Because these peddlers had known each other for a long time, they would gossip when they had nothing better to do. They would discuss the most interesting things in the world, and the people at the bottom would usually know the most accurate information.

"Hey, have you heard? The Prince Zhan angered the Emperor and left him in the palace for a long time."

"The Crown Prince must be the one instigating him. He's afraid that the Prince Zhan will steal his limelight, so he's really on guard against his little brother."

This time, the Prince Zhan has brought back someone who is exactly the same as the dead Battle Princess, so the crown prince is naturally afraid.

"Sigh, that Battle Princess was pitiful, mother died too early, and General Feng was that person too. It wasn't easy for him to find a good home, but he was actually killed, and the child in his womb also returned to Underworld Palace."

These discussions caused Feng Yu's expression to turn serious. The reason she came to Shengjing this time was to investigate the person who had chased Feng Yu six years ago. Wasn't this the clue?

He had originally thought that it was the Second Madame finding someone to harm her, but it turned out that the Crown Prince had a share in this matter as well, and Feng Yu's father had also participated in it.

Feng Yu's pupils darkened as she pretended to pick out a folding fan from the shop next door and listened attentively.

"Prince Zhan is truly pitiful enough. In these six years, he hadn't even glanced at other women and I'm afraid he's still thinking about Battle Princess. Ning Fei is originally a kind-hearted person, so I don't have the heart to force him … Sigh … That woman who looks exactly like Battle Princess should be considered a comfort. "