"yes."

After Qingming left, Feng Huaiji ground the ink and started writing a memorial, requesting the Ministry of Justice to renovate the prison.

At the hour of Mao on the second day, Feng Huaiji got up early, changed into court clothes and went to court.

After walking out of Qingzhu Courtyard for a while, he met Feng Huaiyan who was walking out of the courtyard at the same time.

Feng Huaiji looked at the man who was also wearing scarlet court robes and said, "Two days ago, the old men from the Supervisory Office held a joint meeting to discuss the emperor's election. I'm afraid I'll have to listen to them nagging for a long time again today."

He noticed that his brother seemed to be in a good mood today.

Feng Huaiyan walked beside him with his hands half behind his back, and walked out with him, "The storm is coming, and the emperor doesn't like to be forced. With their admonitions like this, the emperor should be impatient."

The two brothers got into the carriage together.

Feng Huaiyan habitually reached out to open the secret compartment, took out tea leaves to make tea, opened the tea box and found that it was not the Maofeng tea he usually drank, "Why is there scented tea in the car?"

"I had someone release it."

Feng Huaiyan took another box, picked up some tea leaves and put them into the teapot, lowered his eyes and woke up the tea, "I've never seen you drink scented tea before."

"I didn't drink it. I took my uncle's two younger brothers and sisters out yesterday. A three-year-old can't drink tea, and the other one doesn't like it."

"It's rare to see you being so considerate. Didn't you say you were going out hunting with Fu San? Why did you take them out with you?"

"We met at the gate of the mansion, so we just took it with us."

"You have a good impression of them."

Feng Huaiji did not deny it.

After a while, Feng Huaiyan placed the teacup in front of him.

Feng Huaiji saw a scratch on the back of his hand and asked, "Why is there a scratch on the back of your hand?"

Feng Huaiyan lowered his eyes to take a look, then raised them, "Not careful."

"Based on my many years of experience in interrogating cases, these are finger marks. Did you accidentally scratch yourself so hard?"

Feng Huaiyan slowly drank a sip of tea, met his inquiring gaze, and said, "It will do you no good to get to the bottom of it."

Feng Huaiji leaned against the carriage, caught the soft look that quickly passed through his eyes, and instantly understood, "That is indeed no good."

"Let's not talk about mother for now. Our good father is close to the Guangping County Prince's Mansion and seems to have the intention of getting married."

Feng Huaiyan lowered his eyes, "He hasn't made it clear to me yet, so I will just be the in-law he found for his other sons."

"You have to deal with your mother yourself. Yesterday you asked me openly and secretly about the family of the girl you like."

"Hmm." Feng Huaiyan absentmindedly went over all the officials in the capital in his mind.

After arriving at the palace, he checked in, and holding the ivory tablet, Feng Huaiji found his seat. He greeted his superior, the Minister of Justice, and followed him into the hall.

The emperor, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, walked from the back of the hall to the dragon throne and sat down. The ministers saluted and shouted "Long live the emperor".

After the emperor sat down, officials began to report on their affairs, and then the censors from the Inspectorate began to advise on the selection of a concubine.

The emperor is thirty-six years old this year, in the prime of his life. It is not too late for him to select a concubine and give birth to an heir.

With this beginning, more officials joined the queue to request the selection of concubines. After all, if there was a general election, if they had daughters of the right age in their families and if they could give birth to a prince, then there would be a chance that they would become the future emperor's in-laws.

Feng Huaiji stood in the front row and looked up at the emperor.

The emperor lowered his eyes calmly, and the majesty between his brows made people unconsciously ignore his handsome appearance. Now he looked at the ministers who came to give their advice one after another without saying a word, and his majesty was unmistakable without him being angry.

Feng Huaiji inexplicably felt that he looked a bit like someone he had met, but he couldn't remember who it was at the moment.

The emperor was keenly aware of his gaze and glanced over.

Feng Huaiji lowered his eyes.

The emperor's long silence made the ministers who wanted to make suggestions on choosing a concubine hesitate. A large number of officials supported the selection of a concubine, but the emperor did not even respond with a single word, which made them feel a little nervous.