Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 690 The Emperor Arrives_1

Chapter 690: Chapter 690 The Emperor Arrives_1

"You went to my house?" Nan Feng asked.

"Yes, I likely won’t be returning very often from now on, so I visited everyone in the village," Mo Wenxuan said with a smile.

"You’re going to the Capital City?" Nan Feng asked again. A few days ago, when she passed by the announcement board at the city gate, she saw a notice saying that this year’s imperial examination had been moved up because the Emperor wanted to recruit virtuous officials and induct new people into the office.

Mo Wenxuan nodded, "I’ll be heading to the capital tomorrow."

"Well, I wish you success in your exams," Nan Feng said. She never invited Mo Wenxuan inside, and Mo Wenxuan didn’t seem like he planned to enter either.

Then, Brother Ye came out.

He had already put on his faux leather but he didn’t come over to greet Mo Wenxuan, he just glanced at him and started to stretch by the door, doing some pre-exercise movements. He was only wearing a robe, revealing his toned arms, abs and chest muscles.

Mo Wenxuan genuinely admired Brother Ye’s physique. But he believed that everything else was inferior except education, so he quickly adjusted his thoughts and said, "Then, I’ll be on my way, Nan Feng. I hope I can pass the exams. If I manage to do really well, I’ll see if I can return to the Fu province. If I can return, we’ll meet again."

Nan Feng also nodded, then she said goodbye to Mo Wenxuan: "Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

Nan Feng closed the door, and then opened the gifts that Mo Wenxuan had given her. They were some peanuts and sweet potatoes, likely grown by Nan Quanyou himself.

She casually put the gifts aside, then looked at Brother Ye and chuckled, "You’re such a jealous jar, early in the morning, showing off your muscles. You scared off Mo Wenxuan!"

Brother Ye scoffed, "He just lacks confidence."

"Alright, since you’re already up, go check if the congee is ready. It’s time for breakfast."

Nan Feng continued watering her plants.

The two were seated at the stone table in the courtyard, having a simple breakfast of peanut congee and sweet potatoes. They found their meal quite enjoyable.

Just as they were eating, someone knocked on the door again.

Nan Feng couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the occasion today? Why are there so many visitors?"

Brother Ye said, "Let’s go and see."

Could it be that Mo Wenxuan has returned again?

Nan Feng ended up putting down her sweet potato and walked to the door to ask, "Who is it?"

An old, brittle voice came from the outside, "May I ask if Xia Ye lives here?"

Nan Feng turned her head back. She guessed Brother Ye must have heard.

A mixture of complex emotions crossed Brother Ye’s face.

The voice was familiar. Yet, unexpected.

Brother Ye got up from his chair, walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside wasn’t just Master Wen, there were two others. One was tall, about the same height as Brother Ye, with a stern face. Even though he was dressed like an ordinary citizen, he came off as quite distinguished.

Nan Feng’s eyes were still lingering on the distinguished man, but then Brother Ye abruptly knelt, "Your Majesty, I am unaware of your visit and have failed to welcome you from afar. Please forgive me!"

Your Majesty?

The Emperor?

Nan Feng lifted her gaze to look at the man again. Recently, she had heard a lot about the Emperor. Some say he was incompetent and faint-hearted, others say he was cruel and heartless. She was nearly beheaded because of his grace, wasn’t she?

The Emperor lowered his head slightly to look at the two kneeling before him. Brother Ye was on one knee, a salute reserved for Generals. It seems, old habits do die hard.