# Chapter 250: Snow Dragon Guard
Longing Forest, shrouded in mist, still carried a trace of ethereal beauty, like a paradise on earth.
By the Longing Lake, within a pavilion, two people were drinking Longing Wine here. The leader was none other than the Second Prince, Duan Wuya.
And the person seated below Duan Wuya was also elegant and handsome, but this graceful young master was currently wearing a suit of armor, the armor of a commander. Elegance mixed with a hint of authority—he was the Imperial Guard Commander, Yu Ji.
"How is it?"
Duan Wuya took a sip of Longing Wine and spoke calmly.
"Your Highness, I have already placed all the personnel. The important generals of the Imperial Guard are all our people. Now, we are reorganizing and purging. After today, the Imperial Guard will be Your Highness's legion."
"Mm." Duan Wuya nodded lightly, showing neither joy nor worry, remaining silent.
At this moment, a black-clad figure quickly walked over, entered the pavilion, and slightly bowed to the Second Prince: "Your Highness."
"Nanshan, sit."
Duan Wuya waved his hand, a smile on his face, making others feel as warm as a spring breeze.
Nanshan nodded slightly, then sat below Duan Wuya, across from Yu Ji, and spoke: "Your Highness, Liu Canglan has returned to Broken Blade City, but he left his elite troops with Lin Feng, as if he wants them to follow Lin Feng."
"Good news." Duan Wuya pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Perhaps one day, this legion will prove useful."
"Yu Ji, the Imperial Guard affairs are busy. You may go first." Duan Wuya said to Yu Ji. Yu Ji nodded slightly, bowed, and took his leave, then left the pavilion.
Seeing Yu Ji's figure disappear, Nanshan congratulated: "Congratulations to Your Highness for taking control of the Imperial Guard Legion."
Duan Wuya gently shook his head and said: "Today's achievement is not the Imperial Guard."
"Duan Tianlang and Meng Han and the others have already lost respect for Your Highness. After today, Meng Han is dead, Duan Tianlang has lost his son, and the others should wake up too." Nanshan interjected. Duan Wuya was usually kind and rarely showed his fangs, which made others seem to have forgotten Duan Wuya's prowess. Nanshan had followed Duan Wuya for many years and clearly understood that anyone who underestimated Duan Wuya would end up miserably.
Even the Crown Prince, the leader of the Eight Young Masters who was domineering and ruthless, did not dare to underestimate his imperial younger brother.
"Not that either." Duan Wuya still shook his head, causing Nanshan's expression to stiffen slightly. Then he said: "Lin Feng."
"That's right, it is Lin Feng."
Duan Wuya nodded slightly and said: "After today, everyone will know that Lin Feng is my man, Duan Wuya's."
"Although the Imperial Guard protects the Imperial City and is an important force, compared to that legion, it is far inferior. That legion is my true goal. As for Duan Tianlang, arrogant and self-righteous, a fool who even dared to touch Xinye. He doesn't know that the moment he decided to move against Xinye, his fate was sealed. He really thought that in the struggle between us brothers, an outsider like him could act so recklessly."
At this moment, Duan Wuya's gaze no longer held gentleness but was sharp and cold. Duan Xinye being in the hands of Moyue didn't worry him—the people of Moyue wouldn't harm Duan Xinye, and neither would Moji. But what he hadn't anticipated was that on the return journey, Duan Tianlang would try to kill Lin Feng and Duan Xinye.
Nanshan felt a chill in his heart. He knew that not killing Duan Tianlang was because the time wasn't right. That person didn't want Duan Tianlang dead.
Duan Tianlang simply didn't understand the principle of "birds being put away when the bow is no longer needed." If Duan Xinye died, when the situation was settled in the future, whether the Crown Prince Duan Wudao or Duan Wuya won, Duan Tianlang would be dead without a doubt. He had the blood of a princess on his hands. Perhaps he still thought that with the Crown Prince's tacit approval, he could do whatever he wanted. If he killed the princess, maybe Duan Wudao wouldn't say anything now, but in the end, someone would have to bear the blame.
This was the art of power and strategy behind the deep palace curtains—invisible, intangible, every move a dangerous gambit.
"Nanshan, tell me, how can I obtain that legion."
Duan Wuya spoke again. Nanshan's gaze congealed, and he shook his head: "Nanshan does not know."
Nanshan knew which legion Duan Wuya was referring to—the most mysterious legion of the Snow Moon Kingdom, the Snow Dragon Guard.
He who obtains the Snow Dragon Guard obtains the Snow Moon Kingdom!
"It's normal that you don't know." Duan Wuya chuckled lightly: "The old man has been in seclusion cultivating, no longer caring about Snow Moon affairs, letting my elder brother and me fight for power. The eight powerful ministers assist in governance, and he has abandoned everything. But the Snow Dragon Guard alone he still holds tightly in his hands. That legion is the true king's legion."
Nanshan remained silent. He didn't know much about the Snow Dragon Guard, only that it was strong, very strong.
Just then, Duan Wuya's gaze lifted, looking into the distance.
"Your Highness, I shall withdraw first." Nanshan stood up, but Duan Wuya shook his head slightly and said: "No need. Stay here."
In the distance, Lin Feng's figure slowly stepped forward, silent and soundless, carrying a hint of ethereal quality, as if merging with heaven and earth, entering a wondrous state that even startled Duan Wuya slightly.
"Lin Feng, what realm has he reached?"
Duan Wuya murmured to himself. He could no longer see through Lin Feng's depth. A trip to Broken Blade City seemed to have caused Lin Feng to undergo a transformation.
"Your Highness." In just a moment, Lin Feng's figure gracefully stepped into the pavilion and nodded slightly to Duan Wuya.
"Lin Feng, sit quickly."
Duan Wuya's face once again showed a warm expression, like a spring breeze brushing the face, giving a very gentle feeling.
Lin Feng nodded and sat across from Nanshan. Today, when he entered Longing Forest, he encountered no obstruction, which was naturally Duan Wuya's doing.
"Your Highness summoned Lin Feng to Longing Forest. Is there something you wish to instruct?"
Lin Feng asked.
"Lin Feng, there's no need to be so formal with me. I invited you here just to thank you for safely bringing Xinye back."
Duan Wuya raised his glass to Lin Feng, then drained the wine in one gulp.
Lin Feng took another unused cup, poured himself some wine, brought it to his lips, and said softly: "Your Highness, the princess disappeared before my eyes. Pursuing and retrieving her was my responsibility."
Having said that, Lin Feng also took a light sip of Longing Wine. A wondrous feeling arose once again.
"How does it feel?" Duan Wuya asked with a smile.
"Although I'm not much of a drinker, I know that Longing Wine is a rare find." Lin Feng smiled.
"I was asking if, when you drink, you think of Xinye." Duan Wuya looked at Lin Feng with a half-smile and said: "Lin Feng, my little sister seems to look at you differently."
Lin Feng's expression stiffened, and he smiled bitterly. Longing Wine, entering longing, would cause the slightly drowsy mind to conjure the figure of one's longing.
In Lin Feng's mind, besides the vast, holy white figure, there was also a tear—the princess's tear—and the words "Lin Feng, I really don't know" echoing.
Clearly, that day in the Purple Mansion, Lin Feng's heart had truly been touched, leaving the shadow of Duan Xinye imprinted in his mind.
Moreover, in a corner of his mind, there was also a fiery, delicate figure.
This made Lin Feng somewhat depressed. Men, indeed, were very broad in their affections!
"Alright, I won't meddle in your affairs. Lin Feng, the formal enfeoffment will come down in a few days. When will you return to Yangzhou City to receive your fief?"
Duan Wuya, seeing Lin Feng silent, didn't press and changed the subject.
"At the end of the year. It won't be long before the Snow Moon New Year. I'll make a trip back to Yangzhou City then."
Lin Feng replied. Last year's New Year, he and his father were expelled from the Lin Clan. Now, almost exactly a year later, he would go back to see those uncles and elders.
Perhaps he could even catch the Lin Clan's annual gathering.
"Very well. In a few days, when the enfeoffment comes down, I'll have someone find you at Heavenly One Academy." Duan Wuya said.
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded slightly, then said: "Your Highness, Lin Feng would like to ask you to help me find someone."
"Tell me." Duan Wuya nodded.
"Lin Hai, my father."
Lin Feng spoke slowly. Lin Hai had said he was coming to the Imperial City, but now that Lin Feng had caused such a stir in the Imperial City, there was still no sign of his father—no news at all. Therefore, Lin Feng hoped to find him through Duan Wuya.
"Your father, Lin Hai!" Duan Wuya pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, Lin Feng. Leave this matter to me."
"Lin Feng thanks Your Highness." Nodding slightly, Lin Feng cupped his hands and said: "If Your Highness has no other matters, Lin Feng will take his leave."
"Mm, go ahead." Duan Wuya nodded and did not keep Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's figure drifted away, walking straight out of Longing Forest. Outside Longing Forest, a holy white figure quietly waited. Seeing Lin Feng emerge, she followed him as they left together!