Chapter 300 Is this right?

Cheng Nianying sat down in front of the coffin and asked, "Why did you want to harm Fu Yi at that time?"

Princess Kang's lips trembled as she stammered, "It's not that I want to harm him..."

"lie."

When Princess Kang heard these two cold words, she didn't dare to continue.

Finally, it was Fu Cheng who spoke up: "That was the will of the late emperor. Prince Kang's Mansion cannot resist."

"If the late emperor asked you to kill your father and mother, would you do it?" Cheng Nianying asked him.

Fu Cheng paused.

"At the end of the day, you want him dead too."

Princess Kang wanted to defend herself, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't say anything.

Cheng Nianying found it hard to understand.

A bad woman like Chu Zhen would love her daughter. When she knew that Qin Yurong had an affair with someone, she would try her best to cover it up for her and plan a new path for her.

After she arrived at Pei's residence, Chu Lin showed her love, and even Pei Yuanwei showed his affection for her. Not to mention King Liang.

Why does no one love Fu Yi?

Cheng Nianying felt chest tightness and nausea again.

She stared at Fu Cheng and asked seriously, "You are obviously inferior to Fu Yi in every way, why do they love you and not Fu Yi?"

Fu Cheng's already pale face turned blue in an instant.

He couldn't help but let out a sarcastic smile: "You are the only one who thinks Fu Yi is good."

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was only five or six years old back then, yet he was already manipulating others to achieve his own goals." Fu Cheng shook his head. "He also holds grudges..."

"Is it wrong to hold a grudge?"

Fu Cheng choked and said, "Have you ever seen a child who is vindictive at the age of three or four?"

"Yes."

"How is it possible..."

"I."

Fu Cheng was completely speechless and closed his eyes helplessly: "After all, in your heart, Fu Yi is good no matter what."

Cheng Nianying asked him, "Do you think you are better than Fu Yi?"

Fu Cheng did not answer.

He calls himself a gentleman, so how could he boast about himself?

Cheng Nianying asked Princess Kang, "Do you also think he is better than Fu Yi?"

Princess Kang lowered her eyes. "It's just... people in the palace are a little afraid of Fu Yi. It's not that Fu Yi wasn't favored when he was young. His grandparents loved him. But later on, they felt that although he was young, his heart was unfathomable and a little scary."

"He doesn't consider King Kang and I his parents. He... always makes us feel like he's looking down on us."

"Fu Chengcai is more like a normal child. He is considerate, filial, steady, and always by our side."

"Fu Yi...whatever he wants, he'll find a way to get it. He doesn't even need to ask us; others will bring it to him."

"After he learned that his father was going to make his brother the crown prince, he suddenly went to the temple to become a monk. How narrow-minded can you say he is?"

"Later, he used the Hanging Temple as a stepping stone to gain access to the late emperor. He was appreciated by the late emperor and quietly entered the court as an official. He never mentioned this to his family.

"Later, he gained the emperor's trust and was granted the title of Prince."

"From that time on, the Kangwang Mansion was always suppressed by the emperor. The emperor only allowed Fu Yi to hold power. Fu Cheng and their father's official careers came to an end."

Princess Kang is not completely ignorant.

She knows.

She knew why her husband and son finally chose to acquiesce when their daughter-in-law pointed out Fu Yi.

"I'm also afraid of Fu Yi..."

"But after all, carrying a child for ten months is not easy. I am afraid of him, but I also hope that he can be as close to me as Fu Cheng. But he just can't do it! He can't do it! He is different from ordinary people, without a trace of warmth and tenderness!"

Princess Kang broke down and cried.

"I don't want him to die either. I still hope he's alive. He's still alive, right? You told that Lord Jiang that day, and you said he was still alive."

Cheng Nianying listened silently, but still didn't understand why parents were afraid that their children would be smarter than themselves?

She suddenly said to Fu Cheng: "Go to hell."

Princess Kang's crying stopped abruptly.

Fu Cheng's expression also froze.

Cheng Nianying said softly, "You all think Fu Cheng is better than Fu Yi, but Fu Yi is almost dying for me."

"Now that the Crown Prince's Consort is dead, shouldn't you commit suicide for her?"

"Shouldn't you do better than Fu Yi?"

“…” There was a long silence in the courtyard.

Princess Kang was so frightened that she didn't say another word. Fu Cheng's face turned pale and he couldn't answer.

Seeing that no one moved, Cheng Nianying stood up and left in disappointment.

Before leaving, she asked Xiao Dong and Wu San to look for anything left by Fu Yi when he was young in Prince Kang's mansion, as she wanted to take it away.

Xiao Dong said: "I didn't find it."

Wu San touched his ear and looked at it with his simple common people's eyes: "This is really strange! How can such a noble man's mansion not even leave his son's things? It's not that he can't afford it!"

Cheng Nianying was even more disappointed.

"Let's go."

"Wait, wait." The servants of Prince Kang's Mansion were scared to death, but they still tried to restore some impression for Prince Kang's Mansion by trembling.

He said, "Yes, there are a few furnishings that the prince used when he was a child."

"Which ones?"

The servant took him to see it.

A jade table, a low table, and a low cabinet.

They are all small and are indeed things that you would use when you are young.

Cheng Nianying brought them all into the palace.

After handling the affairs like a noble person, it was time for night curfew. She touched the small jade table and the small low table out of boredom.

They were all covered in dust, but had almost no damage or scratches. I guess the owner had very good habits and didn't like to damage things around him.

Finally, Cheng Nianying opened the low cabinet again.

Before she could touch it, she saw faint scratches inside.

Is it a word?

Cheng Nianying ordered someone to bring the palace lantern and looked inside.

There were scratches on the small cabinet, starting from the bottom. They were irregular, sometimes light, sometimes dark. They were made by fingernails.

Higher up, the marks are deeper, as if made by a sharp hairpin or chisel.

Higher up——

"Sea gods and mountain ghosts came to the seat, and paper money rustled like a whirlwind."

"Now the dust has cleared and the light is born, illuminating the green mountains."

It is a carved poem.

But the lines become more and more messy towards the end, sometimes light and sometimes dark.

Cheng Nianying was stunned at first, but then she understood.

She remembered when she went to Prince Liang's mansion, pushed open the coffin lid, jumped in and grabbed Fu Yi's hand, and felt the wetness on his palm.

The omnipotent Prince Danshuo, in the cramped darkness, he hated and feared.

She should have stayed that day!

Cheng Nianying couldn't wait any longer, so she suddenly stood up and hurriedly wanted to leave the palace.

The palace servants were dumbfounded and hurriedly advised: "Crown Prince, it's late and the palace gates are closed."

"But as the crown prince, doesn't it mean that I say whatever I say, and everyone else has to respond?"

The palace maid was stunned by the question.

There's nothing wrong with what you said...

Cheng Nianying left the palace and arrived at the Prince's Mansion. Wu Xun crawled over to open the door for her: "Grandfather, why haven't you rested yet at this hour? How can your body bear it?"

"Come and see Fu Yi."

Wu Xun was speechless, almost bursting into tears again. He sniffed and said, "The master hasn't woken up yet. If he does, I will send a message to the palace as soon as possible."

"It's okay." Cheng Nianying said as she walked in.

She climbed onto the bed with ease, hugged Fu Yi's waist, spread his five fingers apart, clasped them together, and pressed against him.

Is Fu Yi a strange person?

The mark at the lowest part was left when he was locked in the low cabinet for the first time.

But the rest of it was probably something he carved out by locking himself away, repeatedly overcoming his weaknesses.

That's not surprising at all.

He is not a weird person.

Cheng Nianying rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes felt sore and she was about to cry.

But maybe I hugged him too tightly.

She moved her legs that were on Fu Yi's waist, and then froze. She thought he had woken up.

Cheng Nianying's eyes suddenly widened, and she was stunned for a long time, forgetting to cry.

—Isn't he unconscious? Is he responding to the outside world?

She reached out and tugged at his cheek, but he didn't wake up. Cheng Nianying couldn't help but bite his face viciously. She completely forgot about crying.

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After Ah Xian helped kill Jiang Shenyuan, no one knew how he reported this to Yin Huiyi when he returned.

Yin Huiyi decided to raise the issue of state affairs at the court the next day, which should not be delayed, and asked the crown prince to hold the coronation ceremony immediately.

Yin Huiyi also conveyed this news to King Liang, meaning that it would be more efficient if everyone worked together.

Soon, several people gathered together to discuss what to do if any ministers objected.

Wan Boqi was fortunate enough to be seated there and contribute his wisdom and advice.

He said, "Kill two on the spot."

King Liang: “…”

Only now did Prince Liang feel extremely uncomfortable without Fu Yi.

Wan Boqi still felt that he was quite right. He said, "If the emperor is full of martial virtue, who would dare to disobey him?"

King Liang was almost convinced.

Cheng Nianying calmly interrupted them: "I know what to do."

Wan Boqi is not young anymore, and he chuckled when he heard this: "Good, good! You are worthy of being the crown prince!"

But King Liang was also pleased to hear this flattery.

So the discussion ended in such a joyful and hasty manner.

The next day, Yin Huiyi put the coronation ceremony on the agenda.

Few people in the court knew the relationship between the Yin family and Cheng Nianying, and they really thought that Yin Huiyi was selfless.

The news of Fu Yi's death was still spreading like wildfire in the imperial capital at this time. Everyone knew that King Liang was now in power and tyrannical and could not be resisted.

Civil officials like Yin Huiyi and others really wanted to nominate this female crown prince to the throne...

They looked at His Royal Highness Prince Liang who was standing in the court and seemed much more ruthless and cruel than before.

Amidst a complex psychological tug-of-war, they met the crown prince for the second time.

The last time we met was a quick encounter at the city gate.

Now he is kneeling in the court in a formal manner.

Cheng Nianying's figure gradually changed from that of a young girl. She wore the newly made robes for the crown prince, a Yamaguchi crown on her head, and golden tassels hanging from her ears.

It is still a woman's dress.

But if you look closely, it is quite different. There is a dragon lying on it with its claws curved, looking majestic.

She has a tall and straight figure, and a delicate face, but with an invisible sharpness.

Looking at the people following him, they were not familiar faces in the palace, but each of them had a strange temperament and was full of blood... They were very different from the soldiers around King Liang.

Because the coronation ceremony had not yet been held, Cheng Nianying walked up the stairs and slowly climbed to the top under the excited and loving gaze of King Liang, and sat down next to the main seat.

The other officials accidentally met King Liang's loving gaze and immediately got goosebumps.

Okay, okay, I get it. This is my true love for my daughter.

King Liang has only this one son, we can’t afford to offend him, we can’t afford to offend him!

At this time, a troublemaker stood up and said, "I think that making His Royal Highness Prince Liang's daughter the crown prince is just a temporary measure. It is not suitable for Daliang."

Cheng Nianying glanced at him coldly and didn't rush to speak.

Fu Yi, this is even higher than being on the sedan chair.