The carriage looked unremarkable and quite ordinary at first glance.
He Fengling knew that the Imperial Guards were secretly stationed here, and anyone who tried to approach the carriage would be riddled with bullets.
His tone carried a hint of helplessness: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects."
At this moment, a handsome man with fair skin, dressed in ordinary clothes, bent down and lifted the curtain of the carriage.
Inside was a man dressed in fine clothes, wearing a jade crown, with a handsome face, who looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old.
Despite holding a book and sitting in a very casual posture, his aura made people unconsciously submit to him and dare not make eye contact.
And he was none other than Feng Yuheng, the emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty.
When she saw He Fengling, her expression softened considerably.
His voice was deep and authoritative: "It's been a few years, and you've become estranged from me."
He Fengling smiled, leaning back in his wheelchair, and said frankly, "After all, it has been several years since I last saw His Majesty, so I must be polite."
Feng Yuheng snorted and said, "I came here today precisely to see how you, my dear minister, could bear to return to the capital from the border."
He Fengling laughed heartily without any politeness: "Why do I hear so much resentment in Your Majesty's tone?"
These disrespectful words frightened the eunuchs serving nearby, who all lowered their heads, as if to say: We are just background noise, we can't hear anything.
Apart from Fu Xing, the chief eunuch who always followed Feng Yuheng, everyone else couldn't help but wonder: Who exactly is this General He, that he would speak to His Majesty like this?
The key, and most surprisingly, is...
These words not only did not anger Feng Yuheng, but instead made him very happy, saying, "Only Qichen dares to speak to me like this."
There was a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
Of the five people who once accompanied him in his studies, four have become his trusted advisors.
But only He Qichen still treats himself as the crown prince he once was.
Although, this kid wasn't exactly polite to me when I was the crown prince.
He was obedient and sensible in front of the late emperor, but arrogant in front of me, and didn't take me, the crown prince, seriously.
Only when someone asks for something from him will he act like a prince.
But Feng Yuheng fell for it and protected him fiercely.
Perhaps it was because, in his eyes, he was not the high and mighty crown prince, but a friend he could treat at will.
Feng Yuheng, who was initially pleased, changed his expression when he saw someone lurking suspiciously behind the carriage curtain: "Did you think I wouldn't know you were back just because you didn't say anything? Get out here now."
Wang Yaozhi, who was crouching behind the carriage curtain, froze, and then reluctantly carried the just-woke-up He Xiaobao off the carriage.
Feng Yuheng was stunned when he looked at the chubby baby in his arms.
His expression, which had been one of anger at his son's lack of ambition, softened considerably. He asked He Fengling, "Is this your youngest son?"
He Fengling took the child from Wang Yaozhi's arms and said with a smile, "Yes, it is my child."
Looking at the chubby little cub, even the emperor's cold expression softened considerably, and he asked, "What is this child's name?"
"Your Majesty, his name is He Wenjun, and his nickname is Xiaobao."
Feng Yuheng was taken aback, and said with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, "It's a good name."
When he looked at Wang Yao, his expression turned hostile, which startled the latter, who quickly said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Feng Yuheng sneered, his tone sarcastic: "Heh, so you still know that I am your imperial brother."
Wang Yaozhi chuckled, feigning ignorance, "How could your humble brother forget his imperial brother?"
Yes, Wang Yaozhi's real name is Feng Jingheng. He is Feng Yuheng's younger brother, the current Prince Jing.
Not many people know this identity. After all, if people knew that the disciple of the divine physician was none other than the current Prince Jing, who is in poor health and rarely appears in front of outsiders, they would know how many people with ulterior motives would take advantage of him.
The reason he became the apprentice of the divine physician was that Prince Jing was in poor health back then. Even though the imperial physicians tried their best to treat him, the three-year-old Prince Jing could only lie in bed.
The imperial advisor predicted that if he was not allowed to leave the palace and become a disciple of the divine physician, he would not live past the age of five.
It was precisely for this reason that the late emperor wanted the renowned physician Yu Linzi to enter the Imperial Medical Academy.
Yu Linzi did not want to join the Imperial Medical Academy. The late emperor used both soft and hard tactics, tempting her with money and fame, and finally Yu Linzi agreed to take Princess Jingyu as her disciple, but on the condition that she would not stay in the palace and would return to the Valley of Divine Physicians.
The late emperor was worried about his son and felt that it was okay for him to return to the Valley of Divine Physicians, but he should not roam the martial arts world.
At least until her son reaches adulthood, he cannot move around.
And so, Feng Jingheng became the apprentice of the divine physician Wang Yaozhi.
Feng Yuheng snorted coldly again and said, "The Empress Dowager said she misses you. Come back to the palace with me to see her."
This trip wasn't just to see a friend I hadn't seen in years, but also to bring my younger brother back with me.
Wang Yaozhi immediately made a bitter face: "The Empress Dowager will definitely make me choose a concubine again."
I'm sick of looking at those portraits one by one, and I have to awkwardly chat with all those ladies from prestigious families. Just thinking about it is painful.
But Feng Yuheng clearly couldn't feel his pain; instead, he gloated and thought he deserved it.
He was always away from home, preferring to endure the elements rather than return to the palace, causing his mother to nag him every day until she was sick of hearing it.
Upon seeing his brother's expression, Wang Yaozhi nervously grabbed He Fengling's wheelchair handle: "Qichen, you'll save me, won't you?"
He Fengling readily betrayed his friend: "No, goodbye."
Then, holding her son, she turned to go back to the mansion, ignoring the affairs of the royal family.
Wang Yaozhi wailed, "He Qichen, you can't be so disloyal!"
He Fengling replied without any hesitation: "You're only just finding out?"
He then raised He Xiaobao's chubby hand, who looked completely bewildered, and said, "Say goodbye to Uncle Yaozhi, and I hope we can meet again next time."
He Xiaobao actually raised his chubby paws and scratched like a cat, being very obedient and adorable. Even Feng Yuheng couldn't help but take a second look.
Wang Yaozhi: "..."
He started cursing and ran away.
Feng Yuheng said, "Grab him."
The hidden Imperial Guards immediately rushed out, grabbed Wang Yaozhi by the collar, and said, "Your Highness, Prince Jing, please forgive me."
Then Wang Yaozhi, cursing, was dragged out of the group chat by the collar: "He Qichen, you just wait!"
He Qichen remained unmoved.
Feng Yuheng said to him, "Rest well today, and tell me about the wonders of the Divine Arm Crossbow tomorrow."
He Fengling nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty."
He watched the royal carriage leave before turning around. When he saw Shi Yi trying to lift him back into the carriage, he shook his head and said, "Push him. Let the carriage go back first."
"yes."
He Fengling sat in front of the carriage. The weather was extremely hot, and it was almost the height of summer.
The carriage had an ice basin, which was good, but even in just a short while, he and Xiaobao were already sweating.
Looking at the familiar alley and seeing the general's army right beside him, he smiled and said to the chubby boy in his arms, "It feels so good to be home."
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