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Chapter One Hundred and Four: Are You Sick?
"She... is alive..."
Looking at Sima Shangshan's intense gaze, Lin Feng felt a pang of guilt about revealing the truth. Essentially, Tang Jiner was indeed dead. However, with the mysterious Holy Art of the Yunlu Xian Sect, perhaps there was still a chance to bring her back?
Upon hearing the words "alive," Sima Shangshan couldn't help but exhale deeply. The weight on his heart finally lifted, and the gloom that had hung over him for days dissipated.
Sima Shangshan's mood instantly soared to new heights. He couldn't help but laugh joyfully and said, "Chang Long, give the order to prepare a National Feast tonight. I want to welcome Brother Lin properly."
"Yes, my lord." Chang Long accepted the command and withdrew.
"What kind of important figure deserves a National Feast?"
A lazy yet enchanting voice filled with charm drifted in. Then, surrounded by a group of young men and women, an extraordinarily beautiful woman dressed in luxurious attire walked gracefully forward.
The people in the residence immediately knelt upon seeing this stunning woman, respectfully greeting her, "We pay our respects to the Joyful Empress. Long live the Empress!"
Sima Shangshan also hurriedly stepped forward, kneeling on one knee as he said, "Auntie, your arrival is an honor. I apologize for not welcoming you properly."
Everyone in the residence knelt down, except for Lin Feng and Lin Miaomiao, who remained standing. It was not out of disrespect; they had simply never encountered someone of such status before and had never performed such a gesture of submission.
"You bold rascals! Not kneeling to greet the Joyful Empress? Do you wish to be exterminated along with your entire clan?" A maid beside the Joyful Empress scolded coldly.
Lin Feng brought Lin Miaomiao down to kneel and said, "We pay our respects to the Joyful Empress. May you live long and prosper."
"Shan'er, rise. There is no need for such formalities."
The Joyful Empress extended her right hand toward Sima Shangshan.
"Aunt Xie."
Sima Shangshan rose, assisting the Joyful Empress to her seat with great respect, then obediently stood beside her.
The Joyful Empress did not even glance at the crowd as she said, "You may rise. All irrelevant individuals, please leave."
"Thank you, Joyful Empress."
Lin Feng stood up with the others, preparing to depart when Sima Shangshan called out, "Brother Lin, please wait."
Sima Shangshan walked over to Lin Feng and pointed at him to introduce to the Joyful Empress, "Aunt, this person once saved my life on the battlefield; he is my close friend."
"What sect do you belong to?" The Joyful Empress asked casually, casting a brief glance at Lin Feng.
"Lone Moon Sect Disciple. He is also one of the disciples attending the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference in Zhongzhou," Sima Shangshan replied.
"It has been a long time since Solitary Moon City produced any talents. Alright, I understand. Let them leave," the Joyful Empress said in a calm tone, her lazy gaze dismissing everyone except Sima Shangshan.
At that moment, a middle-aged palace maid behind the Joyful Empress leaned down and whispered something in her ear. The Joyful Empress's brow furrowed slightly as she softly asked, "Are you sure?"
The middle-aged maid nodded solemnly.
The Joyful Empress's gaze fell upon Lin Miaomiao, a hint of surprise in her eyes. She said, "Shan'er, why didn't you introduce this girl to me?"
Sima Shangshan did not know Lin Miaomiao and turned to Lin Feng, saying, "Brother Lin, please introduce the person beside you."
Lin Feng looked at the Joyful Empress, maintaining his composure as he calmly replied, "She is my junior sister, named Lin Miaomiao."
“Lin Miaomiao? The Lin Miaomiao who ranks second on the monument?” Sima Shangshan asked in surprise.
Lin Feng nodded. “Yes.”
Sima Shangshan then took a serious look at Lin Miaomiao, utterly astonished that this quiet woman standing beside Lin Feng had such a remarkable background.
Unable to help himself, Sima Shangshan spread out his Divine Consciousness to sense Lin Miaomiao's Cultivation. He felt as if she embodied the entire earth, her Vital Energy vast and astonishing.
“So this is the legendary Ethereal Body? Born as one with Earth Qi!” Sima Shangshan exclaimed in awe.
“You are Lin Miaomiao. Your reputation has been quite prominent lately; many people are discussing you.”
The Joyful Empress was slightly taken aback, then composed herself, seemingly pondering an important question. After a moment, she spoke, “May I ask which noble family Miss Lin hails from?”
Lin Miaomiao replied briefly, “I come from humble beginnings.”
Upon hearing this response, the Joyful Empress's Willow Brows twitched slightly. She then turned to Sima Shangshan and said, “Shan'er, the National Feast is not something to be taken lightly. This Miss Lin is exceptional; let’s change it to a family banquet instead.”
“Yes, Aunt.”
Lin Feng and Miaomiao intended to leave; neither of them particularly liked the Joyful Empress. Perhaps it was their first time encountering someone so high above them, and they felt somewhat uncomfortable. However, Sima Shangshan was eager to keep them there.
A table full of fine wine and delicacies filled the air with mouthwatering aromas.
After taking her seat, the Joyful Empress languidly said, “Shan'er, sit down.”
“Thank you, Aunt.”
After Sima Shangshan sat down as instructed, he said, "Aunt, may I invite my two friends to join us?"
"This palace has no objection to Miss Lin being here; please take a seat," replied the Joyful Empress.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Lin Miaomiao awkwardly responded before sitting down.
The large table was filled with over forty delicious dishes, yet only three people were seated.
The Joyful Empress scanned the dishes lazily and remarked, "Master Ji's skills are quite good; well done."
Outside the door, a middle-aged man knelt and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty. Long live the Empress!"
"Let the feast begin," said the Joyful Empress. Her maidservant promptly served dishes according to her preferences and respectfully placed them in front of her.
Sima Shangshan hesitated several times before finally speaking up. "Aunt, I have one more friend. He saved my life."
"Set another table."
As soon as the Joyful Empress finished speaking, a servant swiftly brought in another table and set it three feet away.
Sima Shangshan looked at Lin Feng somewhat awkwardly and said, "Brother Lin, please take a seat."
"Alright."
Lin Feng could sense Sima Shangshan's fear and respect for the Joyful Empress. He also felt Sima's genuine hospitality towards him. Therefore, he accepted this strange dinner invitation without any unusual emotions.
Finally, this peculiar family banquet came to an end. As they walked out of Sima Manor, Lin Feng felt as if he had been bound for a long time and suddenly experienced a sense of liberation.
As the two walked and chatted on their way back home, preparing to send word to Zhongzhou, Miaomiao casually asked, "Lin Feng, is the distinction between rich and poor so obvious in the lives of wealthy people?"
"How would I know? To be honest, I come from a poor family. You are the daughter of a rich family; this question should be directed at you," Lin Feng replied.
"What rich daughter? Compared to the Joyful Empress, I'm nothing but a minor figure."
"What's wrong? Do you want to live a life like hers?"
"Not really. I just think it would be interesting to have a whole crowd of people serving you and doing your bidding," she giggled.
Lin Feng mimicked the gestures of the eunuchs he had seen on television, clapping his sleeves together and raising his voice, "Miaomiao, your servant Fengzi is at your service from today onward."
Lin Miaomiao burst into laughter, nearly spitting out her drink. "Lin Feng, you're quite good at this act!"
"Your servant is not called Lin Feng; your servant is called Fengzi."
"Fengzi."
"Yes, what orders does Lady Miaomiao have?"
"I’m not calling you Lady Miaomiao. If you call me Crazy, then I’ll call you Mad Crazy Consort. Haha… If anyone saw us, they would definitely think we were a pair of lunatics."
The two continued their playful banter, unaware that a masked figure had been following them in the shadows. As they entered a quiet, dimly lit alleyway, the cloaked person blocked their path.
Lin Feng and Miaomiao moved to the left, and the figure mirrored their movement. They shifted to the right, and again the figure followed suit.
Lin Feng sensed something was off and stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Miaomiao. "Who are you? What do you want?"
The Masked Man stood with his right hand gripping the sword sheath, arms crossed, and replied calmly, "I mean no harm; I only wish for that young lady to remove her Purple Dress."
Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's anger flared. Unable to contain himself, he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? Is your whole family crazy? You want my girlfriend to strip in public and you think that's not malicious?"
The Masked Man's eyebrows twitched slightly, a hint of anger surfacing. He said, "If you mention my family again, you will die."
Lin Feng had no further words but began to retreat with Miaomiao. The man in black did not pursue them, remaining where he stood. After retreating ten paces, Lin Feng felt that despite the man's strength, he still had a chance to crush the Sword Technique jade slip.
It was clear that the Masked Man's Foundation surpassed Fate Realization. Lin Feng couldn't understand why he had inadvertently provoked a Dao Seeking Realm expert.
However, when it came to Miaomiao and touching Lin Feng's bottom line, he was in a foul mood.
"Who do you think you are? You think I care about your family? Go ahead and bite me! You're insane; your whole family is insane! What have I done to provoke you? Don't you know that good dogs don't block the road? What my girlfriend wears has nothing to do with you! Have you eaten too much salt and got nothing better to do?"
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