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Chapter 460 Feng Wenzheng's Thoughts

Feng Wenzheng abruptly stopped, glaring at him. "You think he'll be alright? Because of whom?"

Feng Changyuan quickly shut his mouth.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the courtyard.

Wei Shanyue strode into Qinghui Pavilion, his face showing a mixture of joy and bewilderment.

"Master Fengxian," he bowed respectfully, "good news, your nephew has been released from prison."

Feng Wenzheng was slightly taken aback: "You're out of prison?"

"Yes." Wei Shanyue straightened up. "Her Highness the Princess and His Majesty personally went to the prison and brought your nephew out. Now your nephew has come to the palace with them, saying he will stay there for two days."

Feng Wenzheng remained silent.

Feng Changyuan couldn't help but ask, "In the palace? He's living in the palace?"

"Exactly." Wei Shanyue glanced at Feng Wenzheng and Feng Changyuan's expressions, organized his thoughts, and said, "It is said that Her Highness the Eldest Princess knelt down before your nephew at the prison gate, addressing him as 'Grand Ancestor.' The Emperor also knelt down, and the entire group behind him knelt down as well."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wenzheng nearly fainted.

"You wretched child! You wretched child!"

Feng Changyuan quickly helped his uncle up, patting him on the back while whispering, "Uncle, don't be angry. Feng Lie didn't mean it..."

Feng Wenzheng was helped back to his chair, picked up his teacup and took a big gulp, gazing absently at the sky outside the courtyard.

Feng Changyuan stood to one side.

At this moment, Wei Shanyue tactfully bowed and took his leave, exiting the room.

At this moment, only Feng Wenzheng and Feng Changyuan remained in the room.

After a long while, Feng Wenzheng finally put down his teacup and let out a long sigh.

"What a terrible thing..." he murmured, but the anger from before was gone from his voice, replaced by an indescribable helplessness.

Feng Changyuan asked cautiously, "Uncle, how about we go to the palace now and bring Feng Lie back?"

Feng Wenzheng shook his head.

"What are you going to do?" he said. "Let him stay put."

Feng Changyuan was stunned: "Huh?"

Feng Wenzheng raised his head and looked at his nephew with a complex expression in his eyes.

"Chang Yuan, why do you think those people from the Feng family and the royal family are so enthusiastic towards Lie'er?"

Feng Changyuan thought for a moment, then carefully chose his words: "Because...they think Feng Lie is the ancestor of the Feng family?"

"Yes." Feng Wenzheng nodded. "But why would they have this misunderstanding?"

Feng Changyuan opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Feng Wenzheng didn't wait for his reply and continued, "Because they need an ancestor. An ancestor who can make them stand tall, a backer who can make the Immortal Alliance bow down, and a hope that can allow the Feng family royal family to raise their heads again."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the sunlit sky outside the courtyard.

"That wretched boy, Lie'er, though reckless, though absurd, though he copied Li Bai's poems and shamelessly gave himself the pseudonym 'Lie Bai,' did one thing."

Feng Changyuan couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

"He let those scholars see it," Feng Wenzheng said. "He let the people of Tianjing see that some people dare to curse the Immortal Path, some people dare to beat up members of the Immortal Alliance, and some people can walk out of the prison unscathed after causing such a big disaster, and be personally picked up by the Princess and the Emperor."

He turned his head and looked at Feng Changyuan.

Do you understand what this means?

Feng Changyuan seemed to be deep in thought.

Feng Wenzheng continued, "This means that after the Feng family royal family knelt before the Immortal Alliance for decades, someone has finally told them: You can stand up now."

He stood up, walked to the window, and gazed at the Tongtian Pavilion in the distance.

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"When Lie'er knelt, she was kneeling to the Feng family royal family. But when Feng Jin knelt, she was also kneeling to Lie'er. There was a tacit understanding between these two kneelings. Feng Jin is a smart woman, as we witnessed that day. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to represent the royal family and deal with the Immortal Alliance for so many years. So whether we are their ancestors or not, she doesn't care. As long as we can stand on the side of Da Qian, then we are their 'ancestors'."

After listening, Feng Changyuan remained silent for a long time.

He suddenly recalled the historical records of modern society, the once glorious and once declining dynasties, the heroes who stood up in times of chaos, and the ordinary people who were pushed along by history.

"Uncle," he asked softly, "what should we do?"

Feng Wenzheng turned around and looked at him.

"Don't do anything," he said. "I think they'll come to see us soon."

Feng Changyuan smiled and flattered, "Uncle, you truly deserve to be the head of the Feng family. You see through all of this."

Feng Changyuan stood up and patted the antique-style long robe he had bought in modern society. He had specially prepared this robe before setting off, saying it was an "essential piece of equipment for time travel," but he always felt awkward wearing it.

"Uncle, I'm going out for a walk," he said. "Master Chen said there's nothing much to do right now, so let's just treat this as a few months of tourism, have fun, and experience the local culture and customs."

Feng Wenzheng glanced at him but said nothing.

Feng Changyuan quickly added, "I won't follow Feng Lie's example! I'll just stroll around, look at the street scenes of Tianjing City, buy some local specialties or something, and absolutely won't cause any trouble!"

"Understood!" Feng Changyuan nodded repeatedly and turned to walk out.

As he reached the door, he turned back and said, "Uncle, would you like to come along? Let's go for a walk together, uncle and nephew?"

Feng Wenzheng waved his hand: "I'll stay here for a while. You can go."

Feng Changyuan did not force him and stepped out of Lanyue Tower.

………………

The afternoon in Tianjing City was more lively than I had imagined.

Qi Lan was reluctantly dragged along the street by Daoist Tianbao.

"Although Chen Anran said we are free to do whatever we want now, that doesn't mean I want to go shopping with you, old man."

"I'm not just strolling around; I have serious business to attend to!"

Qi Lan was surprised, "You have something important to say?"

Master Tianbao said irritably, "How can I say I have no important business? We're planning to set up an organization similar to a celestial alliance! Although the name of the organization hasn't been decided yet, we still need to decide on the uniform, right? What would it look like if everyone wore their own thing?"

Qi Lan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes: "Sect Leader, you're actually worried about this now?"

"Of course!" Master Tianbao stroked his beard. "Although I'm not a particularly particular person, this matter concerns our reputation. Think about it, when we go out, people will recognize us just by looking at our clothes—how prestigious will that be!"

Qi Lan laughed out loud: "So you dragged me out shopping just to buy clothes?"

"It's not about buying, it's about getting some ideas!" Master Tianbao quickly corrected him. "Miss Qi, you're a woman, you have good taste and know a lot. How would I know what styles look good or what colors are suitable? That's why I thought I'd bring you out for a stroll, to see the fabric shops and clothing stores in Tianjing City, and find some inspiration."

Qi Lan looked at him, her smile deepening.

"Alright," she said, "I'm just killing time anyway. But Master Tianbao, let me be clear from the start. If the fabrics you choose are too tacky, I won't hold back and will say it."

Master Tianbao twitched his mustache: "Of course! I invited you here to give me your guidance. If you say it's not good, we'll find someone else!"

As they talked, they walked along the busiest street in the south of the city.