91 A Little Golden Lotus and a Calling of Unrest 1 (1/2)

”Fei'er…” a minister with a countenance haggard and deprived of sleep questioned a young girl over a table full of breakfast.

Pinching a few stir-fried bamboo strips between his chopsticks, Wei Xuan angled his head to the side to stare at the girl, before raising his eyebrows in confusion.

The young girl hadn't even bothered to touch her food, the chopsticks neatly contained within the jade ornament. Instead, she was supporting her head with her arms against the cooled wooden surface of the table.

Flabbergasted by the sight before him, the minister extended a finger underneath An Fei's nose.

When his finger acutely felt two faint streams of exhaled air, Wei Xuan sank back into the chair, his countenance stunned with disbelief.

This girl was… asleep?

She had just woken up to eat breakfast, and had returned to sleeping within a few minutes? No, not even an incense stick's time had passed!

What was going on?

”This girl…” the minister darkly muttered upon realizing that the girl refused to show any signs of waking.

Pushing his seat closer to An Fei, Wei Xuan grasped a few dishes, bringing them within an arm's reach.

”Hah… Chang Feng, you're still going to stay there? It's been a week already, go return before your mother's heart explodes from worry.”

”No need. Chang Feng still has not completed Father's task.”

A cold voice belonging to a youth responded to Wei Xuan's resigned remark, causing the minister to deeply sigh. Shaking his head thrice and turning around, the silhouette of a youthful man was exposed to the minister's gaze.

After a week of persistently kneeling in a single spot and exposed to the elements, Wei Chang Feng's appearance was less than appealing to the eye.

However, the youth's cold and indifferent demeanor had not reduced by an iota, and he continued to gaze towards the clear skies with a heavy gaze.

”Return. Return to the Slumbering Dawn Residence, and clean yourself up.”

The minister commanded with an unquestionable tone, an indomitable aura exploding forth. Hesitating for a brief moment, Wei Chang Feng directed a final glance towards the blue, cloudless sky, before bowing to Wei Xuan and departing from the pavilion with shaky but strong steps.

”Father, Chang Feng has scanned the skies numerous times,” the youth spoke from the entrance of the pavilion.

”There has been quite a few messenger birds over these past few days. It seems that Jiang'an may undergo a period of unrest in the near future.”

”So what?” Wei Xuan snorted, his arms reaching out to nestle the young girl into a solid embrace.

Patting the soft strands of hair, the minister directed a glance laden with a hundred streams at the youth standing at the fringes of the pavilion.

”Chang Feng, if it is simply a Taiyi Sect wandering about to rouse ire and conflict, there is no need for a youth like you to take charge of the matter. Your Father isn't dead yet, nor has he exited his prime.”

”Understood.” The Eldest Young Master of Wei Manor dipped into a respectful bow.

”Then go!” Wei Xuan waved his hand, shooing the youth away.

”Unless you want to come over and feed your Fourth Little Sister, but I don't see you ever doing that with your averse personality, ah.”

Conforming to his expectation, Wei Chang Feng bowed again before departing from the pavilion. One he confirmed that the youth's back had left the Flowing Wind Residence, the minister gently jostled the young girl in his arms, reaching for the spoon with his free hand.

”If you're going to sleep all day, at least eat your meals, ah…” Wei Xuan complained towards the girl with a doting tone in his voice.

”Well, you Father now gets to eat more bamboo shoots, so he won't complain!”