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Feng Wuyou eyed his pectoral muscles, the lines were not exaggerated, they perfectly met the aesthetic standards of her, the Art Student.

She reached out to touch them, hmm, very solid!

Xiao Jinyan asked again, "Are you sure?"

With a toothy grin, Feng Wuyou replied, "Jinyan is the best looking."

Only then did Xiao Jinyan reveal a satisfied smile and embraced her, "Want to touch the abs?"

Without hesitation, Feng Wuyou answered, "Yes."

With a beauty in his arms, how could he not enjoy the touch?

Xiao Jinyan couldn’t help but laugh when he saw her eager look.

Just as Feng Wuyou was about to act, a slightly husky voice came from above, "Do you like me for who I am, or just for my face?"

Feng Wuyou answered earnestly, "How could I be so superficial?"

Xiao Jinyan’s lips curved up, "I think so too."

Feng Wuyou continued seriously, "Besides the face, of course I also like your body. A handsome face must be accompanied by a perfect body, one can’t go without the other."

Xiao Jinyan: "..." So, she still liked his looks?

After bathing, Feng Wuyou was carried to bed by Xiao Jinyan—she thought she could sleep comfortably, but ended up sleeping—very comfortably.

Tonight, Xiao Jinyan was especially spirited.

Feng Wuyou was exhausted, drifting off to sleep only to wake again, repeating the cycle over and over.

In the deep of the night, while Feng Wuyou had long since fallen asleep, Xiao Jinyan held her, feeling slightly worn out after their deep exchange.

These past days, separated from Xiao Jiu, he even struggled to sleep well.

Tonight, holding Xiao Jiu, he fell asleep almost immediately.

Two days later, Feng Wuyou was somewhat looking forward to regaining her memory; she got up early to prepare breakfast.

Just as she finished making breakfast, she headed to the Main Hall with a spring in her step, only to see Ye Anyu, dressed in luxurious attire, coming her way.

Why was she here again?

Feng Wuyou decided to ignore Ye Anyu and walked straight towards the Main Hall.

Ye Anyu had come today to expose the imposter’s true identity. Seeing Feng Wuyou pretending not to notice her, she quickly walked a few steps to intercept, "Where do you think you’re going?"

Feng Wuyou looked at Ye Anyu standing in front of her, dressed in a goose-yellow wide-sleeved long dress, resembling a little yellow duck.

"I’m going to find my dad, do you need something?"

"The National Master is out and hasn’t returned yet, you think I don’t know?" Ye Anyu sized up Feng Wuyou, "Come with me to see the emperor, today we must reveal your true face."

Feng Wuyou felt Ye Anyu was really persistent, always fixated on her identity, even using such important breakfast time to come and deal with her.

"I’m really busy now, I don’t have time to see the emperor."

"You’re not busy; you’re just afraid, aren’t you? Weren’t you so smug the other day? How come you’re scared now?" Ye Anyu ordered, "Guards, seize her, take her to the Imperial Study Room."

No sooner had Ye Anyu finished speaking than two Guards stepped out from behind her.

Feng Wuyou watched the tall Guards approach, glanced at Ye Anyu, and saw the smug expression on her face—this was clearly a setup.

Just as the Guards were about to surround her, suddenly, two gusts of wind struck, sending them flying into a nearby wall.

With two loud "bang" sounds, the Guards spat out blood and passed out.

Feng Wuyou looked at the two unconscious Guards with a befuddled face. Could it be her dad’s doing?

Ye Anyu, shocked, watched her Subordinates collapse in a pool of blood. She glanced around but saw no one.

"What happened? Who is playing tricks?"

Before Ye Anyu could finish, she was slapped several times in quick succession. Her originally fair cheeks were now red and swollen, with blood streaming from the corner of her mouth.

Feng Wuyou watched as Ye Anyu looked like she was possessed, her head swinging wildly from side to side, her cheeks growing redder and more swollen. When she finally stopped, her cheeks bore the marks of slaps, clearly having been hit.

Curiously, she glanced around; the morning surroundings were eerily quiet, without a Palace Maid or Eunuch in sight—the only one who could strike from afar was probably her dad, right?

Ye Anyu held her face, her eyes wide with fright, looking around in fear of another stealthy blow from the unseen hand.

Just then, a figure in blue and white suddenly appeared before her eyes.

Having witnessed the super-fast speed of Ye Suhuan before, Feng Wuyou now saw her dad’s speed, appearing beside her in the blink of an eye.

She stepped forward and took her dad’s arm, "Dad."

Ye Anyu, upon seeing the National Master, displayed an incredulous look—she had checked, and the National Master was supposed to be out and not yet back. How had he suddenly returned?

Watching Feng Wuyou arm-in-arm with the National Master, looking triumphant, at times she wished she were the National Master’s daughter to enjoy the affection others couldn’t.

No wonder the imposter was so arrogant—it was because the National Master had returned.

"National Master, she confessed to me the other day that she’s the fake Feng Wuyou. I hope you can investigate thoroughly."