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Chapter 464 Guilty Feelings

Feng Lie stood in the crowd, looking at his uncle's expressionless face, his heart pounding.

He was quite happy when he left the palace, feeling that he had finally brought honor to the Feng family. But now, with his uncle watching him like this, he suddenly felt that he might have been too happy too soon.

"Um... Uncle," he chuckled awkwardly as he leaned closer, "please let me explain..."

Feng Wenzheng didn't speak, he just looked at him.

That indifferent gaze made Feng Lie feel even more uneasy.

"I...I was just drunk and acted impulsively..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Wenzheng turned and walked into the door.

Feng Lie quickly followed, muttering under his breath as he walked, "Uncle, please don't be angry, I won't do it again..."

Feng Wenzheng didn't stop walking, his voice as deep as a stone: "You don't dare anymore? You plagiarized poems and ended up in jail, and in jail you had your own ancestors kneeling before you, and you still have the nerve to say you don't dare?"

Feng Lie shrank back, not daring to say anything more.

But he had only taken a few steps when he suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind him.

"Grandpa, please wait!"

Feng Wenzheng paused in his steps.

He turned his head and saw Feng Jinzheng hurrying up, lifting her skirt, followed by the emperor and several princes. She ran up to him, stopped three zhang away from Feng Wenzheng, straightened her clothes, and then—bent her knees, about to kneel down again.

Feng Wenzheng's expression changed instantly.

He rushed forward and, just as Feng Jin's knees were about to hit the ground, steadily supported her arms with both hands.

"No! No!" Feng Wenzheng's voice trembled, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "Your Highness, what are you doing? Get up, get up!"

Feng Jin was being supported by him, unable to kneel or stand, and could only maintain a half-squatting, half-kneeling posture, looking up at this "ancestor".

"Grand Ancestor," her eyes reddened again, "please allow this junior to kneel. I've lived for decades, and this is the first time I've seen my ancestor. I'm so excited..."

"No, no," Feng Wenzheng stammered, "You are the ones who... I mean... oh dear, this..."

Feng Changyuan almost burst out laughing when he saw his uncle's helpless expression.

This was the first time in his life he had ever seen his uncle so out of control.

Feng Lie stood aside, his face full of schadenfreude.

Feng Jin, supported by Feng Wenzheng, remained in a half-squatting, half-kneeling position, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"Ancestor, please allow me to kneel. I know you are a great being and do not care about such worldly etiquette. But I do care. Over the past few decades, I have knelt before countless immortals, my knees are calloused from kneeling. But none of those immortals were surnamed Feng. Today I have finally met an ancestor with the surname Feng, please allow me to kneel, is that alright?"

Feng Wenzheng's face turned pale.

"Um...Your Highness, please listen to me, I'm really not an ancestor of your Feng family. It's true that my surname is Feng, but I'm from..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Where did you come from?

From three thousand years later?

To Feng Jin, wasn't that someone from the Immortal Realm?

Feng Wenzheng's head started to ache.

Feng Jin's eyes lit up: "Ancestor, where did you come from? A sacred mountain? A cave dwelling? Or the legendary Kunlun Ruins?"

Feng Wenzheng: "..."

Feng Changyuan finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Feng Wenzheng glared at him fiercely.

Feng Jin misunderstood and quickly looked at Feng Changyuan, his eyes shining even brighter: "Is this also an ancestor? Junior Feng Jin greets both of you ancestral masters!"

As she spoke, she was about to kneel down again.

Feng Wenzheng quickly supported her again, and Feng Changyuan also stepped forward to support the princess on both sides.

"Stop kneeling, stop kneeling! Didn't you hear what Master Chen said? Kneeling for too long will make your knees weak."

"But you are different; you are the ancestors of the Feng family."

"..."

The scene was at a standstill. Although Feng Jin was not made to kneel down, the royal family members, palace staff, and guards behind him had already knelt down.

Feng Wenzheng stood there, his left arm being pulled by Feng Jin and his right arm being supported by Feng Changyuan, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead one after another.

In his life, what kind of scene hadn't he seen? He had sat in the position of patriarch of the Feng family for over twenty years, and had seen one old fox and young fox after another in the cultivation world of the Dharma-ending Age. But this scene before him was something he had truly never seen before.

A princess in her fifties, clutching his sleeve, looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, repeatedly calling him "Grand Ancestor." Behind her, a large group of people knelt—the emperor, princes, dukes, princes and princesses—dozens of people in total, all prostrate on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

Behind them were the eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial guards who had carried the chests and boxes, all kneeling on the ground.

On the entire street, apart from him and Feng Changyuan, there wasn't a single person standing.

Feng Wenzheng felt a chill run down his spine.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain again, "I'm really not your ancestor."

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

What are you trying to explain? Are you trying to explain that they came from three thousand years ago? Are you trying to explain that they are the true descendants of the Feng family? Are you trying to explain that there is an unknown number of generations between them?

Feng Wenzheng remained silent. After a short while, he sighed and said, "Alright, all of you, get up first. We can talk inside."

Feng Jin's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, the Ancestor is right. It was my rudeness to make the Ancestor stand at the door to speak."

Feng Jin's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, the Ancestor is right. It was my rudeness to make the Ancestor stand at the door to speak."

As she spoke, she quickly loosened Feng Wenzheng's sleeve, took a step back, straightened her clothes, and regained her dignified and elegant demeanor. But her eyes were still red, betraying the excitement in her heart.

Feng Wenzheng took a deep breath and gestured for people to enter through the door.

"Please, everyone."

Feng Jin quickly bowed and said, "Please go first, Ancestor."

Feng Wenzheng: "...Please go first."

Feng Jin: "Please, Ancestor, I dare not presume to do so."

Faced with this situation, even though Feng Wenzheng was extremely unwilling, he had no choice but to accept this identity.

Then Feng Wenzheng walked into the Wei residence first, followed by Feng Changyuan and Feng Lie on the left and right, and then Feng Jin and his group.

Along the way, Feng Jin kept moving closer to Feng Wenzheng and cautiously spoke:

"Ancestor, how many years have you been cultivating on the immortal mountain?"

"Grandmother, what do you usually eat? Would you like me to have some of your favorite dishes prepared?"

"Ancestor, this is…" She pointed to Feng Changyuan, "...also our Feng family's ancestor, right? May I ask how to address him?"

Feng Changyuan quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, you can just call me Changyuan."

Feng Jin's expression changed: "How can that be? You are our ancestor, how dare a junior address you by your name?"

Feng Changyuan: "..."

………………

Just as the Feng family was reunited and celebrating their "family reunion," Chen Anran and Qi Lan were playing chess in the stone pavilion in the courtyard. It was a type of chess that didn't exist in the Daqian era; it was brought by Qi Lan and had been kept in her storage ring.

"Chen Anran, are we going back?"