Prince Pingnan’s heir?

Luo Sheng maintained her outward calm, but her eyes turned to ice: “He’s come to request an audience with me?”

“Yes, Prince Pingnan’s heir specifically said he requests to see the Miss.”

Luo Sheng lowered her eyes in thought, then stood up: “Lead the way.”

Wei Feng was waiting in the front flower hall, repeatedly glancing toward the entrance.

Why hadn’t Miss Luo arrived yet!

He rubbed the tea cup over and over, his trembling fingertips betraying his inner anxiety.

The bead curtain stirred lightly. The servant standing at the entrance paid respects: “Miss.”

Wei Feng stood up abruptly.

Luo Sheng walked in, her gaze falling briefly on Wei Feng.

Tall and slender figure, handsome features—the Wei imperial clan truly all possessed fine appearances.

“Miss Luo.” Wei Feng suppressed his anxiety and greeted her.

Luo Sheng curtsied in return: “Young Prince.”

She walked over and sat down, asking openly: “Young Prince graces this humble residence—what business brings you here?”

“The matter of my father being assassinated near You Jian Tavern yesterday—Miss Luo has heard of it, correct?” In Wei Feng’s heart, he had always felt that Grand Marshal Luo’s beloved daughter lived in the capital people’s after-meal gossip, an absurd and unconventional figure among noble ladies.

Seeing her calm expression and courteous manner now, Wei Feng felt somewhat uncomfortable for a moment.

Had he perhaps mistaken her for someone else?

Luo Sheng accepted the tea cup offered by a servant and took a light sip, her face showing regret: “That tavern was opened by me—how could I not know? Father even said that once your manor is less chaotic, he would take me to visit your esteemed father.”

After Prince Pingnan’s assassination, the Son of Heaven was furious. Every household and manor had sent gifts to Prince Pingnan’s Manor.

As for visiting, naturally it wouldn’t be appropriate to go add to the chaos when the manor was in turmoil.

Luo Sheng detested every blade of grass and tree at Prince Pingnan’s Manor, let alone the manor’s heir before her eyes.

But she still knew how to dissemble.

Facing the Grand Marshal Luo who had exterminated her entire family, she could still call him father. What did acting before Prince Pingnan’s heir amount to?

Wei Feng cupped his hands, his expression solemn: “I’ve come to see Miss Luo today precisely to ask Miss Luo for help.”

“Help?” Luo Sheng set down her tea cup and calmly picked up the teapot to refill Wei Feng’s tea.

Wei Feng’s gaze involuntarily fell on that slender, delicate hand.

In the manor garden, this hand had lifted a snake—

“Young Prince, please drink your tea.” Luo Sheng said blandly.

Wei Feng: “…”

Of course he couldn’t drink the tea now. Wei Feng steadied himself and said: “My father’s life hangs by a thread. Early this morning I went to request the Divine Physician, but unfortunately the items I brought didn’t catch the Divine Physician’s eye. Thinking that Miss Luo once succeeded in moving the Divine Physician, I’ve specially come to seek advice.”

“I see.” Luo Sheng showed an expression of sudden realization.

In reality, when she had heard that Prince Pingnan’s heir was requesting an audience, she had already guessed the reason.

At that moment, she had hesitated, but ultimately decided to come meet him.

“I’m afraid I cannot help the Young Prince.”

“Miss Luo!” Such a straightforward refusal greatly surprised Wei Feng.

He had thought that for Prince Pingnan Manor’s sake, the other party would agree to help no matter what.

Luo Sheng’s tone was bland: “The Divine Physician’s preferences are uncertain. I merely stumbled upon success by chance—how would I dare presume to help the Young Prince request the Divine Physician?”

Wei Feng took this as merely words of deflection and raised his eyebrows: “But Miss Luo has helped my Prince Uncle.”

“Your Prince Uncle?”

“Yes, my younger Prince Uncle, Prince Kaiyang. Not long ago, after the Divine Physician left your manor, he went to Prince Kaiyang’s Manor. After that, my Prince Uncle never went to request the Divine Physician again. Miss Luo must have assisted in this, correct?” Wei Feng stared fixedly at Luo Sheng, his tone unconsciously taking on an aggressive edge.

Luo Sheng smiled slightly: “Young Prince means that because I helped Prince Kaiyang, I must help you? Then if I help you today and in the future someone else comes knocking asking me for help, what should I do then?”

Wei Feng was taken aback.

Luo Sheng continued: “At the foot of the Son of Heaven, there are countless persons of noble status. If they all use the reason that I’ve helped someone else to ask me for help, then shouldn’t I stop living my life and just take up residence in the tea pavilion outside the Divine Physician’s door? Does the Young Prince think my concerns are valid or not?”

Wei Feng opened his mouth, unable to refute.

He had to admit the other party made some sense.

If it were him, he also couldn’t possibly help everyone who came asking.

Seeing Wei Feng like this, Luo Sheng sneered inwardly.

She knew the other party had taken in some of what she said.

However, this was built on the foundation of their identities being barely equal. If it were an ordinary person, the other party probably wouldn’t even waste a single word—they’d directly drag them away and dump them outside Physician Li’s door.

After a wordless moment, Wei Feng said word by word: “Miss Luo, my father isn’t just ‘someone,’ but rather the Emperor’s brother, the Crown Prince’s uncle. I think if I were to petition your esteemed father, he would help with this.”

Luo Sheng’s lips curved.

This could be considered a threat—threatening his daughter with Grand Marshal Luo’s future prospects.

But she particularly didn’t want to let the other party easily get his wish.

Luo Sheng extended her hand and pushed the tea cup that Wei Feng had been neglecting closer to him, smiling radiantly: “Why doesn’t the Young Prince drink his tea? Are you dissatisfied with the Grand Marshal Manor’s tea?”

Wei Feng lowered his eyes to stare at the tea for a moment, picked it up and drank a difficult mouthful, then set it down as if completing a task.

Luo Sheng smiled and said: “Of course my father is willing to help, but my father cannot move the Divine Physician.”

Wei Feng choked.

That was truly reasonable.

How had he not known that Miss Luo, who was accustomed to flirting with men, also had such a sharp tongue?

Look at her differently? Of course not—only humiliated fury.

Wei Feng said coldly: “Does Miss Luo never consider the Grand Marshal?”

Luo Sheng’s expression turned cold, her features composed: “My father has his current position based on his ability and the Emperor’s approval. How could it depend on me as his daughter?”

Grand Marshal Luo was different from ordinary ministers. What allowed him to remain in this position was precisely the Emperor’s trust.

As long as the Emperor’s trust remained, others couldn’t shake his position. If the Emperor’s trust was gone, the illustrious Grand Marshal Luo would be nothing.

When it came down to it, Prince Pingnan’s heir’s words couldn’t threaten her in the slightest.

Seeing Luo Sheng’s attitude turn cold and firm, Wei Feng clearly also thought this through and immediately softened his tone: “Why doesn’t Miss Luo speak plainly—what would it take for you to agree to help?”

Luo Sheng stared at him intently and suddenly smiled: “Whatever conditions I propose, the Young Prince will agree to?”

Wei Feng’s heart jumped, a thought suddenly rising: Could Miss Luo want him to marry her?

That absolutely wouldn’t work!

He was the dignified Prince Pingnan’s heir, the future manor successor—how could he marry a woman who kept male companions as his wife!

With this suspicion, Wei Feng unconsciously examined the young woman sitting across from him several times.

Beautiful she was beautiful, but it truly wouldn’t work.

If not for her identity as the Grand Marshal’s daughter, reluctantly taking her as a concubine might be acceptable.

“Young Prince?”

Wei Feng came back to himself and said solemnly: “As long as I can save my father, I’ll agree to any condition.”

At worst, he could just go back on his word later.

“I’ve taken a fancy to the gold-inlaid seven-treasure bracelet that the Young County Princess常 wears. If the Young Prince gives it to me, I’ll help request the Divine Physician.”

A gold bracelet?

Just this?

Wei Feng was somewhat dazed for a moment.

Wasn’t this too simple?