Chapter 227 Who is this time?

When Fu Yi arrived at Prince Ding's Mansion, it was already getting late.

Wu Xun helped him get off the carriage. He glanced at Wu Xun's face and asked, "Why is it so ugly?"

Wu Xun said dryly, "I always have some inexplicable worries in my heart."

"Because His Majesty summoned me today?"

"Yeah." Wu Xun held the sword tightly in his arms.

Fu Yi said nothing. He stepped into Prince Ding's mansion, and the servants eagerly led him deeper into the palace.

Before he even got close, he heard Prince Ding's voice, unable to contain himself any longer: "Enough! Enough! That's enough!"

"I said it's okay!"

Fu Yi paused and chuckled, "What the hell?"

The servant beside him had a bitter look on his face and lowered his voice: "Prince Liang... is here too."

"Ah, it's faster and more urgent than I thought." Fu Yi sighed softly, then took another step and stepped into the door.

Only two hours had passed, and the hall of Prince Ding's Mansion was already packed.

In addition to a few people carrying mahogany boxes, there were also a lot of extra people.

"What are you doing?" Fu Yi asked.

King Liang did not look back.

Prince Ding, however, looked like he had finally found his savior, and said with a dark face, "The prince is here."

"Your Majesty summoned me, but I am late."

"The prince is very busy, and everyone in the capital knows it." Prince Ding's second son quickly added, "Accompanying Miss Xiaohe here every day is really too much work for the prince. It would be better to let Miss Xiaohe stay at the mansion for a while."

"No!" King Liang spoke first.

Fu Yi turned his head and looked at him: "Why not?"

Hearing the implication of these words, Prince Ding's Mansion felt that Fu Yi standing with them had already shown signs of loosening up, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The King of Liang was even more protective of his son. "Why not? Why? Don't you know, Fu Yi? Aren't you extremely smart? I thought everything that happened in the Imperial Capital could be seen by you..."

Fu Yi interrupted, "You're wrong. Nothing in the world can be hidden from the eyes of the emperor. What ability do I have? How can I be omniscient and omnipotent?"

He was really hypocritical. He was afraid that the conversation would be heard by the emperor and was unwilling to leave any room for error.

Prince Liang said anxiously, "Prince Ding's mansion is a den of wolves. You are harming her by letting her stay here for a while."

Prince Ding's face darkened. "My nephew, be careful with your words. You've already said that the palace is a den of wolves! You..."

Fu Yi raised his hand and waved.

Prince Ding fell silent without a second thought.

This scene fell on the eldest son of Prince Ding, who frowned secretly. He always felt that Fu Yi, although he looked gentle, was a little too imposing. His father was led by him and fell into a lower position.

"No matter what it is, it's not your Highness Prince Liang's turn to intervene." Fu Yi said calmly, walking around the boxes nearby, "What are these?"

Prince Ding hurriedly said, "He said it was a gift for Miss Xiaohe."

Prince Ding's eyes flickered, and he simply added fuel to the fire: "It's strange, ever since I saw Miss Xiaohe at your house the other day, nephew, nephew, why do you seem to be obsessed with her? Even today you even chased me here to give me some unnecessary gifts."

Prince Ding pointed at the large man standing nearby and said, "Just now, he was actually sending someone to Miss Xiaohe, saying he wanted to send her as a guard! Could it be that the Prince's Mansion is still short of a few more people?"

Prince Ding sighed and shook his head: "My dear nephew, what do you want to do? Are you trying to snatch it from Prince Danshuo..."

King Liang was immediately furious: "Nonsense! Nonsense!"

Fu Yi felt that it was almost time for him to stay today, so he walked forward and took Cheng Nianying's hand: "Let's go, it's time for us to go back home."

Prince Ding's second son couldn't help but take a step forward and said hurriedly: "Prince, this..."

"We can't stop His Highness Prince Liang at Prince Ding's Mansion. I think it's better for me to keep him under my nose. I'll feel more at ease." Fu Yi showed a forced smile.

Prince Ding's expression was a little grim. "I'm just thinking about the relationship between uncle and nephew. Well, tomorrow I'll report to my brother that Prince Liang's actions are absurd..."

Prince Liang didn't care who was going to complain about him. He said, "Wait! I want to give her a gift, and it's her decision whether to accept it or not. How can it be entirely up to you, Fu Yi?"

Cheng Nianying slowly turned her head at this time.

Fu Yi couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on her palm, then lowered his eyes, as if he didn't care at all.

Cheng Nianying uttered, "I don't want it."

King Liang felt a lump in his throat and was frozen there.

Fu Yi's eyes fell on the table: "What is that?"

Prince Ding's eldest son said, "I prepared this for my younger sister Xiaohe."

Cheng Nianying stretched out her hand: "I'll take it."

Prince Ding immediately let out a heavy breath: "Why don't you quickly give it to Miss Xiaohe?"

He only accepted the gift from Prince Ding's Mansion, but refused to accept the gift from you, Prince Liang. Isn't it obvious who is closer and who is distant?

Prince Ding's second son couldn't help but show a happy expression.

What's the point of this weird thing?

King Liang clenched his fists so tightly that they crackled. "I'll come again tomorrow."

Fu Yi: "That depends on whether Wang Huan welcomes His Highness."

After he finished speaking, he took Cheng Nianying's hand and walked out.

As soon as he got on the carriage, he took the jewel-studded hat from Cheng Nianying's hand and threw it aside.

"Aying and I are in tune with each other." Fu Yi said with a smile, "Prince Ding is a man who becomes increasingly unwilling to give up the more he invests. Therefore, his gifts must be accepted, and the more the better."

"King Liang is impatient. If you refuse to accept it, he will be unable to sleep day and night, and will feel that he owes you a lot."

Cheng Nianying didn't say anything.

Fu Yi raised his hand, pulled out a small table, took out the tea set, and made tea himself.

The carriage wheels rolled and moved forward.

Fu Yi asked, "Unhappy? I thought you would be happy seeing them trying their best to please you and coax you."

Cheng Nianying watched him accidentally burn his fingertips with hot water and held his wrist tightly. "You said you were the only bad guy... is that what you meant?"

"What if King Liang is so angry that he can't tolerate you and wants to kill you?"

Fu Yi pulled his hand back, raised it, and put it close to Cheng Nianying's lips: "Blow it... just blow it and it will be fine."

He paused and said, "So Ah Ying will always stand by me, right?"

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The emperor coughed twice more, startling the people in the hall.

The Queen forced herself to sit up from the couch. Seeing the Emperor slowly approaching, she asked, "How did you manage to murder Prince Liang in Prince Ding's residence back then? How did you plant people in Prince Ding's residence?"

The queen smiled sadly: "The Cen family has fallen, and it is finally my turn to have my past punished."

"You are my first wife. No matter how many mistakes the Cen family has made, even if you have made heinous mistakes in the past, I will tolerate you for the sake of our past relationship."

"Until today, haven't I still not deposed the empress?"

When the queen heard this, she looked anxious.

Yeah?

Wasn't that to let the world know his deep love and loyalty? She was just a tool for his performance...

"I can leave a bloodline for your Cen family. You only need to do one thing. Repeat what you did in Prince Ding's mansion and let me see it."

The queen was stunned.

After an unknown amount of time, she twisted her neck stiffly and said, "That time it was Prince Liang, who is it this time?"