Prince's Conceited Wife

"Jinyan …"

"Father, if the traitor stays by my side, he will only harm himself and others."

After cutting off Feng Wanyang's words, Feng Jinyan clapped his hands and stood aside. His young and tender face was full of maturity and ruthlessness that would not be matched with his age. Since Sun Cheng had already been exposed, there was no reason for him to let him go so easily.

"Un, I know. I just want to ask why your cultivation level suddenly increased by so much."

He was also someone who had led troops on the battlefield, how could he be a merciful and lenient person? Sun Cheng's infidelity was obvious. Even if his son didn't intervene, he wouldn't let him off easily.

"Of course I had a fortuitous encounter. It was also because of this fortuitous encounter that I was able to avoid being humiliated by others."

Feng Jinyan did not want to lie to him, so he made up this excuse.

"Mhmm, then are you really going to marry King Zhen and think it through?"

Since his son didn't want to talk about it, Feng Wanyang didn't ask about it much. Instead, he turned his attention to another matter. At the same time, Bai Ann appeared out of nowhere and silently carried Sun Cheng's corpse out.

"Xuan Yuan is very good. At the very least, he's much better than the crown prince."

This sentence was enough to express his attitude.

"Fine, as long as you think it's good. Tomorrow, I will withdraw the marriage contract of the Crown Prince. However, your wedding date with King Zhen is too short, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to give you the dowry that I prepared for you."

"What dowry? "If I am willing to marry him, then he should be sneering. Alright dad, let's not bother about this anymore. Just stay here and peacefully manage our wedding."

Feng Jinyan smiled, put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him to sit down again. "Take a seat, Uncle Zhao. You're welcome."

"Yes, young master."

Previously, when he had seen Sun Cheng's swift and fierce killing, Zhao Teng was unavoidably trembling in fear. It was not that Feng Jinyan did not see through it, but he did not have any intention of explaining either. He only looked at his father and said: "Father, has your cultivation level been stuck at the peak of the Mortal Core Stage for many years?"

From what he knew, Xuanyuan Dynasty experts could be counted on one hand, and there wasn't even a single one. Right now, even though the emperor seemed to be leaning towards Xuanyuan Zhen, no one knew what would happen in the future. After all, Xuanyuan Zhen wasn't his biological son, so if his father's cultivation level could be raised to the Heavenly Core Stage, at least he would have more authority to speak.

"Yeah, Mortal Core Stage to Heavenly Core Stage seems to require some sort of fortuitous encounter.

Feng Wanyang thought that he already knew about the cultivation level's problem, so he didn't think too much about it. When it came to his own cultivation level, he was more or less depressed.

"Father, I have a set of cultivation methods here. I will pass on the first half to you. If you comprehend it, you might be able to break through Heavenly Core Stage very soon."

With Feng Wanyang's background, even if he could only understand the tiniest bit of it, breaking through Heavenly Core Stage would not be a problem. If he was willing to work hard, in the future, after leaving this place, he would enter an area with an even denser amount of spirit energy, and becoming a saint wouldn't be a problem.

He could not stay in the Xuanyuan Dynasty forever, passing down techniques to help him cultivate and raise his cultivation level. It was for the sake of both the present and the future.

"Eternal Incantation!" "What a powerful cultivation technique. Jinyan, how could you …"

"Dad, you don't need to ask. If you ask, I will only say that it was a fortuitous encounter. First, go and rest with Bai Ann and try to understand him. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me. Xuanyuan … he's back."

As soon as he saw the cultivation technique chant, Feng Wanyang's eyes lit up with excitement. Before Wu Tie could finish his words, his gaze suddenly moved past him to look outside, and a faint smile unconsciously formed on his lips. Feng Wanyang and Feng Wanyang both turned their heads at the same time, and they saw Xuanyuan Zhen, who was wearing a crescent brocade robe, gracefully walking in with Hei Yang and Bai Ann.

"Where did you run off to?"

Feng Jinyan sat at the head of the table with his legs crossed and a smile on his face. Xuanyuan Zhen walked directly towards him, lifted his chin, bent down and bit his lips: "Guess."

"Guess if I will."

Xuanyuan Zhen opened his arms and hugged him, as if he wanted to rub him into his own body. The two of them acted like there was no one around, showing off their love without any hesitation, but Feng Wanyang and the other three, who were stuffed with dog food, felt embarrassed and didn't know where to turn their gazes.

"Cough cough … Jinyan, then … let me introduce you to father."

Feng Wanyang coughed unnaturally twice and reminded the two of their existence awkwardly.

Wuu wuu … As expected of the old master by blood, do you have an idol?

Yesterday was a bit better in the daytime, but in the evening, the atmosphere of their prince had completely changed. The two of them were always showing all kinds of love in front of them, intentionally bullying them because no one loved them. Today, someone finally stood out and beat up the lovebirds, it would be even better if he could burn this dog-guy pair to death.

Xuanyuan Zhen seemed to have noticed their presence just now. He turned around and glanced at them, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, his sword-like eyebrows frowned in displeasure, and his faint estrangement seemed to build an insurmountable wall between them.

Feng Jinyan, who was still being carried by him, pushed him when he saw the situation. He moved his butt and pulled him to sit down at the side, "Xuanyuan, this is my father, Feng Wanyang."

So please don't take people for air, okay?

"Your father?"

Xuanyuan Zhen looked back at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. Did others not know that he did not know? He wasn't the original Feng Jinyan at all.

Feng Jinyan understood what he meant and nodded: "Yes, my dad."

Feng Wanyang was just like the original owner's memory, he was a good person. Feng Wanyang was like the original owner's memory, he was a good person.

"Yes."

Since he acknowledged it, Xuanyuan Zhen naturally acknowledged it as well. He turned around and said lightly: "Dad."

"No, I don't dare …"

This sound of his father frightened Feng Wanyang quite a bit. He quickly stood up and saluted him with his hands, "City Lord of Yan City Feng Wanyang. Greetings, Your Highness King Zhen."

"Puchi!" "Haha …"

Seeing that, Feng Jinyan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Dad, you two are too talented."

One of them called out 'dad' even before getting married, while the other greeted him with a deadpan expression, just to tease him, right?

"Jinyan."

"Aiyo, it wasn't a sneak attack."

Xuanyuan Zhen's slender fingers climbed up his waist and pinched him. Feng Jinyan cried out in pain exaggeratedly, but he did not protest in the slightest.

"Don't laugh."

"Alright, alright. If you don't want to laugh, then so be it. Good girl, don't put on a fierce face."

Without making a sound, he pulled Feng Jinyan, who still had his hand on his waist, to the front. Feng Jinyan completely looked like he was coaxing a child. Wu Tie's beautiful phoenix eyes instantly narrowed and a warning light flashed at the bottom of his red pupils.

He wished he could have a fire in his hands to burn this shameless man of a dog to death. On the other hand, Feng Wanyang had seen the interaction between the two, and knew that it wasn't without affection, especially when Xuanyuan Zhen acted the same when facing their son. Perhaps, the last bit of worry he had about his son had disappeared completely. Perhaps the True King was more suited to speaking his words than the Crown Prince?