Path of a king: In this context, General Tong is trying to say that Feng Ming must not fall victim to bedroom l.u.s.t. As in the past, a King must live for his people and country – this was when King’s lived in a more honorable time.

　　Translation complexity (a) 烦 (fan) In this sequence, it is a play on words in Chinese, as this character means to annoy and trouble. So RT means if he meets with ‘trouble’ – i.e. dies.

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　　Just as they had moved closer to Yong Yin territory, news of Fan Jia’s King death due to illness reached them.

　　Everyone who was aware of the situation could only marvel at Official Xia’s incredible foresight.

　　Once the Third Princess was informed, she fell into deep sorrow and wept for her loss. Inside her carriage her tears flowed out. Her misery extinguished her energy. In the Prince’s quarters, Feng Ming attempted on many occasions to escape from Rong Tian’s clutches and after much difficulty he finally slipped out to console the Princess.   

　　“Please royal Aunt, you are going to overexert yourself. The King had been sick for a length of time, this…this…” the words were caught in his throat, finding it hard to carry on the topic when the Princess’s face was stained with tears.  

　　Feng Ming was unable to give her any advice. In all honestly, his time with the late King was short and the man had left no real impression. Secondly, it was obvious to all that the King’s death was sudden and worthy of suspicion. However, he and Third Princess understood this moment was not the appropriate time to instigate investigations.   

　　Regardless of what era or dimension there are always conspiracies and treacherous schemes being brewed and carried forth. It is a sad fact of human nature.

　　Feng Ming spent a long time comforting the grief stricken woman. Whilst he sat beside her, he could not help but to think about his own situation. What would happen if he did not have Rong Tian? How many times would he have been devoured by his enemies?

　　The thoughts gave him an unappetizing gut feeling, he released a heavy sigh.   

　　His Aunty continued to weep in bouts of soft sobs, seeing Feng Ming had accompanied her for the worst part she finally decided to pack away her emotions.

　　She wiped away her tears and finally broke her silence, “Father has departed and my tears are worthless. When I think of my absence beside my father when his life expired, I feel burdened that I have failed my filial duties. Being born in royalty has numerous challenges. There are times when one will be helpless. These tears of mine are inadequate.”

　　She heaved, changing the subject. 

　　“Oh! My dear Prince, you must take care of yourself. Hearsay in days past you had a cold and was confined to your carriage.”

　　Feng Ming’s face burned before he dipped his face down and murmured, “Yes, indeed. An He shall wear enough clothing to avoid catching a cold again.”

　　Inside the Prince cursed the Regent King who was avaricious, insatiable and above all, his vigor knew no boundary.

　　He remained for a short time to offer more words of support before finally slipping out of the Princess’s carriage.

　　As soon as he made his exit, he was greeted by General Tong and Official Xia.

　　“In two more hours we shall cross the official borders into Yong Yin. A grand feast and entertainment has been arranged to welcome Prince’s arrival.”  

　　“That’s great progress! We will finally leave Fan Jia’s territory.”

　　The Prince recalled how generous Master Zhang had been when he held a reception for the envoy.

　　He swallowed before nervously raising a matter with Official Xia, “Official Xia, if Master Zhang approaches me to be his drinking buddy you must intercept him! I don’t want to end up with another Lie Er.”

　　“Another Lie Er in your possession wouldn’t be a bad thing right? Prince will feel less lonely along this journey.”   

　　General Tong laughed heartedly at Feng Ming’s expense and he lowered his voice, speaking with a serious tone.

　　“In earnest, Prince must take care of his body, making love excessively is not the path of a King.” **

　　Feng Ming’s face froze from the totally unexpected advice.  

　　Snapping back to normal function, a forceful smile crept along his lips, “Right, right it isn’t a road a King should walk along.”

　　You should be telling the b.a.s.t.a.r.d Rong w.a.n.g instead of me!

　　The men continued to converse about matters, afterwards each returned to their carriage to sit back for the journey.

　　As soon as Feng Ming stepped into his quarters, he was lifted up into a tight embrace. A large coa.r.s.e hand slid behind his neck and began snaking southwards into the folds of his clothing.

　　Feng Ming clenched his teeth before fiercely chiding the perpetrator, “Don’t you find yourself annoying? All day long you just don’t stop! We are leaving Fan Jia’s territory and you are in no threat apart from mine when I kick you out!” **(a)

　　A deep man’s voice whispered lazily into his ear, “If I don’t annoy you one day, you will cry yourself to death.” **(a)

　　“I want to cry right now, take a good look at your handiwork on my neck! What have you done with your bites?” The Prince couldn’t help but to give the larger built man behind him a sharp elbow thrust.

　　The attack didn’t even make a dent. It didn’t stop Rong w.a.n.g from playing along and replying with an exchange.

　　“Ouch! Be careful you might hurt your arm doing that!”

　　Feng Ming was not impressed he gave the King a grunt of frustration. 

　　Lie Er was immune to his two master’s daily drama, instead of paying any mind he sat quietly in the corner with his attention tucked inside a book.

　　The King’s large hands refused to stay ideal as they expertly slipped further downwards.

　　“Don’t touch me!”

　　“If you want me to stop touching you then let me enter you.” The King had no disgrace in his direct proposal while keeping his voice sultry.

　　Feng Ming immediately declined with a shake of his head, his voice hinting at his cowardice. “I don’t want to because it will hurt.”

　　“Again with ‘it will hurt’. The King frowned before complaining, “You can’t refuse my touch.”

　　“Irrespective of your demands, as long as I feel pain you will have to restrain yourself.”

　　“Nesting together in such close proximity each day, who can resist?” he argued.

　　“Take Lie Er for a model example, he is great!”

　　“Oh,” Rong w.a.n.g shot the young servant a glance, “Would he dare?”

　　Even though Lie Er appeared as if he was completely engrossed in reading, his ear was always perked. He quickly put down his book and respectfully replied, “No, I would never.”

　　The servant m.u.f.fled his laugh at Feng Ming’s expense.

　　The Prince’s face was like glowing embers, he took out his frustration by punching the Regent King’s waist.

　　“If you bother me again, I will scream and tell our men that you deserted your post in Xi Rei!”

　　The King clicked his tongue. “And whom did I secretly and unconditionally rush across the plains to Fan Jia for?”

　　This deadlock atmosphere between the two lovers remained for most of the day, however, their bickering eventually died down. Eventually, their conversation steered into serious business.

　　“Now that we are out of Fan Jia, we have more reason to be cautious. If Ruo Yan was to deal with you he may have an unpleasant surprise waiting for you in Yong Yin’s territory.”