Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Lin Feng straightened his robes, pushed open the door, and went out into the courtyard.

A young man stood in the courtyard, dressed in a magnificent brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist. He had a handsome face and an innate arrogance between his brows.

Behind him were two attendants, both around fifty years old, one on his left and one on his right. Their auras were steady, and judging from their presence, they were clearly both innate masters.

Upon seeing Lin Feng emerge, the young man said, "My name is Wei Zhaoan, and I greet Young Master Lin."

His surname is Wei, and his given name is Zhao'an?

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly knew who this guy was.

Wei Zhaoan, the eldest son of the current Second Prince.

He is a grandson of the emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty, a true member of the royal family.

However, since the other party did not reveal their identity, Lin Feng was too lazy to point it out.

He nodded. "So it's Young Master Wei. You've arrived quite early."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wei Zhaoan's attendant shouted sternly, "How dare you!"

"Your Highness is the legitimate grandson of the Emperor, the eldest son of the current Second Prince, the Heir Apparent of Zhao'an. How dare you be so insolent!"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at the attendant.

Wei Zhaoan waved his hand to stop his attendants and said calmly, "It's alright, ignorance is no excuse."

This young master has never liked owing others. Last night, I didn't bring enough gold notes, so I used my house to settle the debt.

"I've come today to ask Young Master Lin, do you want gold notes or a house?"

Lin Feng: "I'm fine with anything, gold tickets or a house."

These words were spoken neither humbly nor arrogantly, but they did not show him any respect as the heir apparent.

Wei Zhaoan was somewhat displeased.

It would have been one thing not knowing he was the heir apparent, but now that we know, he still acts this way?

He didn't offer any greetings, nor did he show any fear or fawning. He just stood there calmly, as if he, the prince, was no different from any other ordinary person.

But his tone softened slightly: "Then let's give you the house. We'll go to the Ministry of Revenue to transfer the ownership now."

"Okay." Lin Feng nodded.

Wei Zhaoan lingered for a long time before preparing to leave.

Just then, a soft voice came from behind.

"Lin Feng, where are you going?"

Lin Feng turned around and saw Yu Lan.

She was wearing an elegant moon-white long dress and a thin cloak. Her face was still a little pale, but she seemed to be in good spirits.

Liang Bing, still wearing his straw hat, followed behind her without saying a word.

The moment Wei Zhaoan saw Yu Lan, his pupils contracted sharply.

He seemed frozen in place, barely daring to breathe, a deep shock flashing in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that Lin Feng would be so familiar with this woman.

Although he did not know Yu Lan's specific identity, his father, the Second Prince, had repeatedly warned him: do not provoke Yu Lan unless necessary, be respectful to her when you see her, and keep your distance.

Otherwise, the entire royal family would face annihilation.

A catastrophe.

His father spoke those four words with utmost solemnity, and he remembered them firmly in his heart.

Seeing Yu Lan speak to Lin Feng so casually, Wei Zhaoan felt a surge of relief.

I'm glad I didn't act tough with Lin Feng or get angry because of his attitude.

Otherwise, I would be the one in trouble now.

Lin Feng smiled and casually said, "I bought a house at Hongfu Temple yesterday, and now I'm going to the Ministry of Revenue to transfer the ownership."

Yu Lan became interested: "Oh? Is that so?"

Come on, I'll go take a look too.

If that house is nice, we'll move to your new place; it's much quieter than this Fu Man Lou.

Lin Feng didn't mind and nodded, "Whatever you want."

Yu Lan walked over with a smile and stood beside Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at Wei Zhao'an: "Young Master Wei, let's go."

The attendant behind Wei Zhaoan was instantly displeased by Lin Feng's casual attitude.

In all these years in the capital, no one has ever dared to speak to His Highness the Crown Prince like that.

Neither humble nor arrogant? That's being polite; this is blatant disregard for the Crown Prince.

He was about to reprimand him when Wei Zhaoan suddenly turned around, kicked him in the leg, and whispered, "Get back to carrying the horse!"

Wei Zhaoan turned his head, his face now bearing a respectful smile, and said to Lin Feng, "Yes, Young Master Lin."

"Oh, by the way, Young Master Lin, you can just call me Zhao'an from now on, no need to be so formal."

Upon hearing his young master's words and seeing the smile on his face, the attendant was suddenly struck by a realization, as if he understood something.

His gaze towards Lin Feng changed instantly, his heart pounded, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Who is this person who commands such respect from His Highness the Crown Prince?

He dared not think any further, lowered his head and stepped aside, not daring to utter another word.

At the entrance of Fu Man Lou, the manager had already prepared a spacious carriage.

The carriage was also very luxurious, covered with cashmere carpets, and comfortable to sit in.

But compared to Wei Zhaoan's carriage, it was far inferior.

Wei Zhaoan's carriage stopped at the entrance of Fumanlou Restaurant, where eight pure white horses stood side by side, exceptionally magnificent.

The carriage itself was also larger than ordinary carriages, and its body was inlaid with gold trim and jade ornaments, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

The carriage curtains were made of precious Yun brocade, embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns.

Lin Feng glanced at it and clicked his tongue twice in his mind.

As expected of royalty, their pomp and grandeur are truly unmatched by ordinary people.

When Wei Zhaoan saw Lin Feng looking at his carriage, he quickly said, "Young Master Lin, why don't you ride in my carriage?"

Make it more spacious and comfortable.

"I'll just ride in your carriage."

Lin Feng shook his head and laughed, "That's not appropriate."

"Young Master Wei, please lead the way. I'll sit here."

After saying that, he went straight to Fumanlou's carriage.

Yu Lan and Liang Bing also got into the car.

Before Liang Bing got into the car, she glanced at Wei Zhaoan. Even through the bamboo hat, Wei Zhaoan felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He only breathed a sigh of relief after the three of them got into the carriage.

Although Fu Man Lou's carriage was not as luxurious as Wei Zhao'an's, it was still quite spacious inside.

Lin Feng and Yu Lan sat facing each other, while Liang Bing sat beside Yu Lan, still silent.

Yu Lan peeked through the gap in the carriage curtain at Wei Zhao'an's carriage outside.

"Lin Feng, that young master is quite polite to you."

Lin Feng smiled but didn't reply.

Yu Lan didn't press further, but instead asked, "Where is that house located? How big is it?"

Lin Feng shrugged: "I don't know either, I haven't checked yet."

Yu Lan was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled: "You haven't even seen what the house looks like, and you dare to take it?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Anyway, it's free, so anything is fine."

"At worst, we can sell it and get money."

"Lin Feng, we can't do without hot pot today."

"I didn't realize she was such a glutton."

"A gluttonous girl? That's an interesting term," Yu Lan chuckled.

The carriage slowly started moving, heading towards the Ministry of Revenue.

His attendant cautiously approached and whispered, "Your Highness, that Young Master Lin..."

Wei Zhaoan glanced at him and said coldly, "When you see him in the future, treat him with utmost respect."

If you dare to show the slightest disrespect, I'll skin you alive.

The attendant's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll remember."

Wei Zhaoan lowered the carriage curtain, leaned against the carriage wall, and let out a long breath.

He recalled the casual attitude and natural intimacy that Yu Lan had shown when she spoke to Lin Feng, and felt a chill run down his spine.

Thank goodness I managed to hold back.

He turned to another attendant outside the carriage and instructed, "Go to the Ministry of Revenue immediately and have them call out the person in charge to wait."

If even the slightest mistake is made, you'll be beheaded.

"Yes, Your Highness!" the attendant replied, then pushed off with his foot and shot out like an arrow, disappearing into the end of the street in the blink of an eye.

That lightness skill was exceptional; the strength was at least at the Innate Realm.