When Madam Cao walked out, she saw Qi Rui and said, "Don't worry, General Manager Qi, the old servant behind Concubine Jia will take care of it."
Qi Rui walked up to Aunt Cao and said with a smile: "Aunt Cao, how can I be worried about you doing it? It's just that now that you have done yours, I will also do mine."
A dagger appeared in Qi Rui's hand and he stabbed at Cao Ma, but before the dagger touched Cao Ma, a sword pierced his chest first.
Qi Rui turned around in disbelief, but saw Feng Zhuohua: "Eunuch Qi, let's go."
Qi Rui is the last respectable person around Feng Xuanqi.
After dealing with Qi Rui, Feng Zhuohua looked at Madam Cao and said, "Madam, the carriage and money are ready. Someone will take you back to your hometown. From now on, no one will bother you anymore."
Madam Cao bowed to Feng Zhuohua and said, "Thank you so much, Princess."
"It was Madam who earned her own chance to survive. Why should she thank me?"
Nanny Cao had no attachment to the palace and she left resolutely.
Feng Zhuohua looked at Nanny Cao's back as she left, and suddenly thought of someone. She should let Wen Jing leave.
Without further hesitation, Feng Zhuohua turned and walked towards the Buddhist hall.
Standing at the entrance of the Buddhist temple and looking at the tightly closed door, Feng Zhuohua suddenly felt a little nervous.
"Is the Imperial Master available today?"
The palace servant guarding the Buddhist hall immediately said respectfully: "The Imperial Master has been inside the whole time, but dinner has not been served yet. Usually at this time, he should have eaten."
Hearing this answer, Feng Zhuohua had a bad feeling in his heart. He strode into the Buddhist hall, pushed open the door and walked inside. At a glance, he saw the Tai Chi formation with countless candles arranged in it, and Wen Jing was at the center of the Tai Chi formation.
Feng Zhuohua walked quickly into the formation, squatted down, helped Wen Jing up, and half leaned on him: "Wen Jing, Wen Jing, how are you?"
When Wen Jing woke up from his coma, he saw Feng Zhuohua at first sight. Seeing the anxiety on his face because of him, he felt a slight sense of satisfaction in his heart: "Your Highness, you are here."
"Wen Jing, I'm here to see you off."
"Your Highness, you are here, where else can I go?" Wen Jing looked at Feng Zhuohua a little crazy. She wanted to remember this face and not forget it even after death.
"What did you do?"
Wen Jing's smile was somewhat bitter: "I calculated the remaining years of my life for the last time."
"Are you crazy?" Looking at Wen Jing's current appearance, Feng Zhuohua was confused. Is it worth it for a love that will never be reciprocated?
Wen Jing shook his head: "I know what I want more clearly than ever before. Your Highness, I have only lied to you once in my life. In fact, the original prophecy was not that Su Chenyu would destroy Xixia, but that Su Chenyu would unify the four kingdoms. Therefore, she will become the target of public criticism, and will not only face the hostility of Xixia, but also the Nanyue and Beirong will not let her go."
"Since you have lied to me for so long, why are you telling me now?"
Wen Jing said with some difficulty: "Because I saw your death in the prophecy, I thought your death was due to Su Chenyu. So I tried my best to find a glimmer of hope for you. Fate is so cruel. I just made the last divination, and your chance of survival appeared because of Su Chenyu."
Nothing made Wen Jing feel more desperate than this. She thought that if she killed Su Chenyu, Feng Zhuohua would be able to survive.
Unexpectedly, she was wrong. She almost destroyed Feng Zhuohua's only chance of survival.
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