Chapter 236: Even the Empress Has to Call Me Master

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Even the Empress Has to Call Me Master

Ye Feng looked at Long Xi’Er, a grin on his face. "This condition is very simple," he said. "Just let me see your butt!"

At Ye Feng’s words, both Long Xi’Er and Caiyun froze on the spot.

’Look at the princess’s butt, and he calls that simple?’

Caiyun was about to explode with rage.

Who was Long Xi’Er? She was the princess of the Great Xia Country, incomparably noble, a figure admired by all. Yet this scoundrel was clamoring to see Long Xi’Er’s... butt? Just how fucking audacious could he be?

Snapping back to her senses, Caiyun glared at Ye Feng and roared in fury:

"How dare you be so rude to the princess! You’re courting death!"

With that, she bellowed toward the outside, "Guards!"

Two imperial guards rushed in immediately.

Caiyun pointed at Ye Feng and said through gritted teeth, "Cut him down for me!"

The two men advanced on Ye Feng.

Long Xi’Er stared at Ye Feng, expecting to see him scared witless, but reality disappointed her.

Ye Feng just stood there, completely unperturbed, a tranquil expression on his face.

Long Xi’Er sighed inwardly. Then, with a wave of her hand, the two imperial guards quickly withdrew.

Long Xi’Er looked at Ye Feng and said coldly, "If you cure my Imperial Father’s illness, I will naturally marry you. At that time, I will agree to whatever you want. But until you have cured my Imperial Father’s illness, I will never agree to your shameless request."

"So you’re saying that as long as I cure the emperor’s illness, you’ll really let me see your butt?"

"You..." Long Xi’Er wished she could have Ye Feng hacked to pieces.

’It’s bad enough that he’s so ugly, but his mind is also this filthy.’ She gritted her teeth inwardly. ’If you really cure my Imperial Father’s illness, then we can talk. But if you don’t have the ability, I’ll have you sliced to ribbons.’

Long Xi’Er took a deep breath, suppressing her fury to speak as calmly as possible. "If you really do cure my Imperial Father’s illness, then I... I can agree to your request!"

Ye Feng quickly followed up, "You mean see it without any clothes on, right...?"

After being tricked by those two girls, Wang Luyao and Nangong Xue, the current Ye Feng was much smarter. He didn’t want to fall for the same trick a third time.

"You, you..." Long Xi’Er was trembling with rage.

She never imagined this shameless old bastard could be so despicable.

She wanted nothing more than to have Ye Feng dragged out and beheaded, but thinking of her Imperial Father, she swallowed her anger. She looked at Ye Feng and said coldly:

"You had better pray you can cure my Imperial Father’s illness. Otherwise, you will pay a heavy price for your words! Follow me!"

With that, she stood up and walked toward the inner palace.

Ye Feng smiled faintly and followed with wide strides.

The two entered the imperial palace, where guards were posted every few steps. The security was extremely tight.

Without turning her head, Long Xi’Er said coldly, "Don’t wander around or touch anything. Otherwise, you’ll have to bear the consequences!"

Ye Feng chuckled. "I’m about to become the Imperial Son-in-Law. What the hell do I have to be afraid of?"

"You..." Long Xi’Er whipped her head around and glared at Ye Feng, wishing she could bite him to death.

But remembering this scoundrel was still useful, she ultimately suppressed the thought.

She gritted her teeth inwardly. ’You lecherous old man, just you wait.’

The two of them walked toward the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Just as they reached the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, they heard a burst of crying from within. Long Xi’Er’s heart lurched.

At that moment, a eunuch came running out and bumped right into Long Xi’Er.

Seeing Long Xi’Er, the eunuch dropped to his knees with a THUD and cried out:

"Princess, it’s terrible news! His Majesty... has passed away!"

Long Xi’Er’s body went rigid. It took her a long moment to react, then she let out a scream and stumbled into the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Ye Feng followed her into the Hall of Mental Cultivation and looked up.

On a dragon bed lay a middle-aged man dressed in yellow robes.

The middle-aged man’s face was pale with a faint bluish tint. His eyes were tightly shut, and he was completely still.

The reigning emperor of the Great Xia Empire, Long Ao!

Beside the bed sat a middle-aged woman in official attire, wearing a phoenix coronet and embroidered cape, dabbing at her eyes.

The reigning empress, Cao Xuan!

Kneeling nearby were several elderly men, also constantly wiping away tears.

The Imperial Physicians of the Imperial Academy of Medicine!

Just then, Long Xi’Er, who had run into the hall, stumbled to the side of the dragon bed. She threw her arms around the middle-aged man and burst into tears:

"Imperial Father, I’ve already found a Divine Doctor for you! Wake up, please wake up!"

Beside them, Cao Xuan rubbed her eyes and said to Long Xi’Er, "Child, my condolences. Your Imperial Father is already gone."

"No, he’s not! He’s not!" Long Xi’Er shrieked.

Cao Xuan sighed. "Child, I don’t want to accept it either, but it’s the truth. My condolences."

With that, she began rubbing her eyes again.

Long Xi’Er hugged Long Ao, wailing, "Imperial Father, how could you leave? You’ve left your daughter all alone... how am I supposed to live now? Sob... sob..."

Her cries were tragic, piercing the hearts of all who heard.

But just then, a calm voice sounded from behind them. "His Majesty isn’t gone yet. What’s all this crying about?"

The one who spoke was, of course, Ye Feng.

Hm?

Everyone present turned to look at Ye Feng.

Cao Xuan looked at Ye Feng, her expression suddenly turning cold. "What is this thing? How dare you barge into the Hall of Mental Cultivation? Courting death!"

She then bellowed, "Guards!"

A squad of imperial guards quickly flooded in.

Cao Xuan pointed at Ye Feng and snorted coldly. "Drag him out and beat him to death with rods."

The imperial guards acknowledged the order and charged toward Ye Feng.

But just then, Long Xi’Er shouted, "All of you, stand down!"

Then, looking at Cao Xuan, she said calmly, "This... is the Divine Doctor I found."

Cao Xuan glanced at Ye Feng, a flash of contempt in her eyes. She turned back to Long Xi’Er and said with a frown, "Child, one look at this man tells you he’s an ignorant charlatan. How could he possibly be a Divine Doctor? He must be a fraud. It’s better to just deal with him."

With that, she was about to give another order.

But Long Xi’Er spoke calmly, "To be able to distinguish himself in a place like the Medical Arts Tournament, I believe he must have some ability. So, I want to let him try and diagnose my Imperial Father."

Finished speaking, she looked at Ye Feng and said directly, "Please, try and treat my Imperial Father."

Ye Feng nodded and walked toward the dragon bed.

Cao Xuan’s brow furrowed, but it quickly smoothed out again. She looked at Long Xi’Er and said, "Child, even if he knows a little medicine, he can’t possibly compare to these Imperial Physicians!

"The Imperial Physicians have already held their consultation. His Majesty... he’s really gone. So, it’s best not to let this man cause a disturbance. Let your Imperial Father pass on in peace."

But Long Xi’Er said stubbornly, "I want him to try."

"You..." Cao Xuan’s expression turned cold, but she clearly didn’t want a direct confrontation with Long Xi’Er. So she turned to Ye Feng and said in a chilly voice:

"What’s your name?"

Ye Feng replied calmly, "Master Feng."

"Well then, Master Feng, do you have a ranking on the National List of Sacred Hands?" Cao Xuan asked coldly, looking at Ye Feng.

After speaking, she felt disgusted. ’Who the fuck do you think you are,’ she thought, ’to make me call you ’Master’!’