Chapter 467: Investigation (3)

Chapter 467: Chapter 467: Investigation (3)

"..."

Li Feng slowly lifted his head.

His usual playful and confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

As a dark, oppressive aura surrounded him, making the temperature in the room feel several degrees colder.

Yue Lan’s smile froze.

Even Lan Suyao’s steps paused for a moment.

"Li Feng... what happened?" Yue Lan asked worriedly as she quickly walked over to his side.

She moved behind his chair, gently pulling his head back to rest against her soft, ample breasts.

The warm, supple mounds pillowed his head perfectly as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Her delicate hands began to carefully massage his temples, her fingers moving with gentle but firm pressure.

The soft, fragrant warmth of Yue Lan’s breasts enveloped the back of his head, her steady heartbeat seemingly calming him down.

Li Feng’s frown slowly loosened at such tender care as he let out a heavy sigh.

The combination of Yue Lan’s gentle massage and the comforting softness pressing against him gradually eased the heavy weight in his heart.

Lan Suyao watched for a moment before stepping closer from the front.

She pulled up a chair and sat down beside him, placing her hands on his thigh and gently kneading the tight muscles there.

"Li Feng, what’s wrong?" Lan Suyao asked softly.

Seeing the two beautiful women worrying about him in their own ways, Li Feng finally smiled, feeling a little better.

"...It’s more complicated than I expected," he said quietly.

Lan Suyao’s hands paused for a moment as she looked at him with focused eyes.

"What exactly happened? Tell us in detail."

Li Feng leaned deeper into Yue Lan’s comforting embrace, enjoying the soft warmth and soothing massage from both women.

After taking another deep breath, he began to explain how he went to find Fen Ziyan, only to learn that she had never arrived at the imperial palace.

He then recounted his visit to her mother, Concubine Zi.

She was indeed suffering from a strange illness similar to the plague, but not as lethal as the Emperor’s.

And when he asked for confirmation regarding Fen Ziyan...

Li Feng sighed as he repeated her words.

"She told me that she did send a letter to her daughter... but it was only a normal, ordinary letter asking how she was doing. She never asked Fen Ziyan to return to the palace, nor mentioned anything urgent. She even hid the fact that she had fallen ill so as not to worry her daughter..."

At those words, the room fell silent for a moment.

"That means..." Yue Lan whispered, "someone must have intercepted or forged the letter that summoned Fen Ziyan back?"

Lan Suyao’s eyes turned cold.

"Or the letter Concubine Zi sent was replaced with a fake one."

Li Feng nodded slowly, his head still resting comfortably against Yue Lan’s soft, warm breasts.

Then, he reached out with one hand and casually pulled down the front of Lan Suyao’s robes, letting her shapely large breasts spill out.

He gently cupped one of the full, soft mounds, his fingers beginning to knead and play with it in a familiar, possessive manner.

Lan Suyao didn’t seem to mind.

She simply frowned in thought, lost in Li Feng’s words.

Sensing the rough hand on her chest, she casually leaned closer, letting him play with her breast as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Li Feng sighed in contentment as he continued fondling Lan Suyao’s exposed breast, his thumb occasionally brushing across her sensitive peak.

The murky thoughts in his mind slowly began to clear.

"Still... something doesn’t add up," he murmured, giving Lan Suyao’s soft mound a firm squeeze.

"It shouldn’t be possible for Fen Ziyan to fall for a fake letter unless she’s truly an idiot who can’t even recognize her own mother’s handwriting."

Lan Suyao let out a soft sigh and shook her head.

"There are all kinds of methods in this world. The possibility is high that someone intercepted the letter and changed its content. And if Fen Ziyan is as you described, then her mother’s well-being must be one of her greatest weaknesses."

She paused for a moment, her expression turning even more serious as Li Feng continued casually playing with her exposed breast.

"And isn’t it such a coincidence..." Lan Suyao continued, her voice low, "...that her mother suddenly fell ill with this strange condition right around the same time?"

Li Feng’s hand paused on her soft, heavy breast as he narrowed his eyes.

"...It seems the culprit made Concubine Zi fall ill so that, in her emotionally weakened state, she would naturally want her daughter by her side. But since she knew the situation inside the palace wasn’t favorable for her daughter, she only wanted to contact her... even if just with some casual words. But it became the perfect timing for them to intercept the letter and forge it... After all, a mother’s worry is the easiest lever to pull."

Lan Suyao nodded, her large exposed breast still resting heavily in Li Feng’s palm as his fingers unconsciously resumed their gentle kneading.

"Exactly. By making Concubine Zi sick, they created the perfect scenario. Even if Fen Ziyan is cautious, she would likely drop everything and rush back if she believed her mother was in danger. Plus, judging from this, they probably needed the letter to be written by Concubine Zi herself for their forgery method to work. That might be why Fen Ziyan believed it so easily."

Li Feng’s expression darkened further as he gave Lan Suyao’s soft, heavy breast a firm squeeze.

"A well-planned trap indeed," he muttered. "They used a mother’s genuine concern as the foundation for the deception. Ruthless... but clever."

Then Yue Lan, still hugging his head tightly against her warm, pillowy breasts, spoke softly.

"Then what should we do next? We’re not even sure if Sister Fen is here in the palace now..."

Li Feng paused his fondling for a moment, his fingers still resting on Lan Suyao’s soft, exposed breast as he murmured.

"I... actually have a way to tell whether she is here or not."