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At that moment, sunlight streamed through the window grilles, casting dappled shadows on the exquisite carpet within the palace of Lu Wanying. Lin Feng was leisurely seated on a carved mahogany chair, engaging in a warm conversation with his mother, Lu Wanying. Their laughter mingled with soft whispers, creating a harmonious and cozy atmosphere.
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance, followed by the imposing figure of Wu Emperor Lin Zhen stepping into the hall. The mother and son quickly ceased their conversation, rising to pay their respects to Lin Zhen.
Lin Feng respectfully said, " Your son pays his respects to Father Emperor."
Lu Wanying also bowed and said, "This humble servant pays her respects to Your Majesty."
Lin Zhen raised his hand slightly, signaling them to rise, and spoke, "You may stand." Then, turning his gaze toward Lu Wanying with a smile, he instructed, "Consort Wan, I wish to have lunch here today; please make the arrangements."
Upon hearing this, Lu Wanying hurriedly replied, "Yes, Your Majesty." She quickly turned and left to personally oversee the lunch preparations.
At that moment, only Lin Feng and Lin Zhen remained in the palace. Time passed slowly until Lin Zhen finally broke the silence, asking earnestly, "Feng Er, do you have any specific plans for the future?"
Lin Feng scratched his head and replied nonchalantly, "I don't have any plans; I think everything is fine as it is. I eat well and drink well every day and just play around."
Hearing this, Lin Zhen's expression darkened as he scolded sternly, "Impudent! As a prince, how can you lack ambition?"
Lin Feng shrugged dismissively and muttered under his breath, "But I really don’t have any."
After lunch, Lin Feng bid farewell to his parents and set off for home. Before leaving, he reminded Lu Wanying not to forget that he would come to visit her again soon.
By the time Lin Feng returned to his own residence, it was already afternoon. The entire estate felt particularly tranquil; only faint sounds could be heard coming from the study.
Lin Feng entered the study alone and gently closed the door behind him before sitting down at the desk. After a moment of contemplation, he reached for a brush from the holder and dipped it in ink. With great seriousness, he wrote down two names on a pristine piece of rice paper: Wei An and Cheng Chuhe.
However, just as he finished writing, Lin Feng suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the nearby brazier.
As the flames rose, the piece of paper was instantly reduced to ashes, as if it had never existed at all.
After Lin Feng left, Lu Wanying quietly stood to one side, her gaze fixed on Wu Emperor Lin Zhen. She slightly bowed and said softly, "Your Majesty, look, Feng Er is now of marriageable age. Shouldn't we consider finding him a suitable wife?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhen felt a stir in his heart and couldn't help but recall the image of that innocent child who had now grown into an adult. He sighed inwardly at how quickly time had passed and pondered for a moment before replying, "Indeed, what Consort Ai says is very true. Unbeknownst to us, this child has grown up so much."
Now that the Crown Prince, Old Lin Quan, and Lao San Linye have all settled down with families of their own, it is indeed time for Feng Er as well.
"Then, Your Majesty, do you have any suitable candidates in mind?" Lu Wanying asked cautiously.
Lin Zhen thought for a moment and slowly shook his head. "I haven't given this matter much thought. However, since Consort Ai has brought it up, I assume you have some considerations in mind. But when it comes to marriage—an important affair that will affect Feng Er's happiness for life—it must be approached with caution."
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