Chapter 236 Her Identity
"Tell me, who is it?" Xiahou Ying asked.
"Mother, I'm just a doctor." Han Lang replied.
"Do you really need me to investigate? Prince Han knows everything." Xiahou Ying's face was a little angry.
"I wonder if your Majesty has ever heard of Lord Fenghua of Zhaojing Kingdom." Han Lang sat up straight, ready to answer seriously.
Xia Houying was stunned for a moment, then murmured, "It's her."
The new emperor of Zhaojing Kingdom ascended the throne and rewarded his meritorious officials.
This one was first conferred the title of a first-rank lady, but she threw away the imperial edict.
She cursed, "Mo Nanzhou, you can reward me if you want, and you can refuse if you don't want. I'm not someone's wife."
The title of Lady of Imperial Concubine was the highest honor for women in the Zhaojing Dynasty, but it was only given to wives of officials.
The new emperor stayed up all night to rewrite the imperial edict and asked someone to discuss what title to give to show respect. A group of officials thought hard all night but couldn't come up with anything.
Finally, the new emperor saw the memorial on the desk in the morning light, which contained the words "Fengjun", and finally he got the title of "Fenghua Jun".
Lady, you are worthy of the half of the kingdom she has won for Mo Nanzhou.
Mo Nanzhou drafted a new decree, announcing to the nine states that when they met her, they should treat her with the royal etiquette of Zhao Jingjun.
Han Lang simply told Xiahou Ying a brief account of her story.
Xiahou Ying was shocked when he heard this and was speechless for a moment.
"Mother, I'm leaving." Han Lang stood up and prepared to leave.
Xia Houying nodded: "Go ahead, you don't need to come these few days, I feel much better. She said seven days, so come back in seven days."
But she was thinking, who knows what the two of them will do next.
Han Lang walked out quickly and saw Qi Zhen outside, so he asked, "Where's Orange?"
"Don't worry, it has been delivered and arrived before yours." Qizhen replied hurriedly.
"Empress, please take a rest." Nanny Yan beside Xiahou Ying advised. She saw that her mother's face was not in a good state.
"It turns out to be her! What should I do?" Xiahou Ying felt a headache. This was a hot potato!
"Your Majesty, please relax. With her status, she will probably consider the relationship between the two sides." Nanny Yan advised again.
"Seven days later, when she comes again, ask the wife of Marquis Cheng'an and her daughter to come as well." Xiahou Ying thought for a moment and gave the order.
"Your Majesty wants her to give up?" Nanny Yan was a little worried.
"She is smart and I think she will understand what I mean." Xiahou Ying lay back on the bed.
She was resting her head on the extremely soft pillow given by Feng Aoqing, and Nanny Yan helped her to lift her feet up according to Feng Aoqing's instructions.
"I'm afraid Your Highness doesn't understand." Nanny Yan only watched and listened from the side, and she knew that His Highness Prince Yu's love was not ordinary.
"Let's try it first." Xiahou Ying said.
"I understand. The Crown Princess has always said that she wants to come and see you." Nanny Yan gave an appropriate reminder. It can't be too obvious.
"Okay, that's right, let's do it together. She always calls Han'er 'Han Lang', and never calls him Your Highness, nor does she call him Yuwen Han. It's obvious that she still looks down on Han'er's status in Tianyao!" Xiahou Ying murmured.
"Your Majesty, I don't think so. They knew each other during the reign of Emperor Zhaojing. At that time, His Highness was called Han Lang. I think he is nostalgic or just used to it." Nanny Yan explained.
"Oh, I was just being overly suspicious!"
"It's my fault for talking too much."
Xiahou Ying said nothing more, slept for a while, and then remembered something, so she asked someone to deliver the things that Han Lang had asked her to prepare for Feng Aoqing to Lanfengju.
Feng Aoqing looked down from the attic and saw Han Lang coming into the yard.
Han Lang looked up as he entered the yard, then jumped directly onto the attic on the third floor.
"I knew you liked it here, but it's a little quiet here, so let the fire burn brighter."
As soon as he sat down, he shook my hand, which was warm.
"Well, I think it's okay. I just came back not long ago." Feng Aoqing put down the book in his hand.
Han Lang took a look and saw that it was one of her books. He didn't recognize the words on the page, but looking at the pictures inside, he vaguely knew that it was a book about textiles.
"Mr. Fenghua has been in the spotlight today, but he didn't even let anyone notify me. Aren't you afraid of getting beaten?" Han Lang sat on her couch, closer to her.
"You went to the palace, and even if I didn't tell you, you would have known! I was about to be beaten, but you didn't come to save me."
"Oh my God, everyone on the street has gone to watch the fun, don't you know?"
Feng Aoqing smiled. She knew that the people in the crowd who were looking at the people instead of the auction table should be Han Langfang's secret guards.
"If you get beaten, they'll all be exposed, and I'll have to redeploy all the people." Although Han Lang knew she was fine, he still checked her up and down to make sure she was okay.
"You won't need to do that in the future. Don't reveal the people you've finally deployed. With Anqiao and the other four here, they will definitely be able to protect me." Feng Aoqing shook his hand back.
"I see. I have nothing to do these two days, so I'll stay with you. Let's see who dares to come."
As the two were talking, An Ke rushed into the room: "Madam!"
When he looked up, he saw Han Lang in the room. He quickly hid the things in his hand in his sleeves and then bowed.
"Don't spoil him. It's only been two days and you've already established these rules?" Han Lang scolded.
"Your Highness, it's my fault. It has nothing to do with Madam." An Ke didn't know that Han Lang had returned, and thought that Feng Aoqing was the only one in the attic.
"What are you hiding? Take it out." How could her little action escape Han Lang's eyes?
"Oh, go change your clothes! You're sitting on my couch without even changing your clothes. I asked her to find some girlish things for me, how could she show them to you?" Feng Aoqing urged.
Han Lang knew that she would not go to bed in the clothes she wore after going out. He was anxious and saw that she had not changed her clothes, so he had to get up and change.
After Han Lang went downstairs, An Ke went to the stairs and looked twice. Only when she saw that someone had indeed entered the house did she return.
"Ma'am, I got it!"
"Quick, let me see."
An Ke took out the small bag from her sleeve, which contained a small wooden box. When she opened the box, she saw a few mulberry leaves inside, and four fat silkworms among the leaves.
"It's so big, it's almost spinning silk." Feng Aoqing was very happy when she saw it.
"Well, I took the oldest one in the silkworm house." An Ke was a little proud. She specially went to ask Xiao Yu for advice.
"So smart!" Feng Aoqing praised.
"I was so scared. I didn't even know His Highness was back. He almost found me!" An Ke said, covering her chest.
"Haha, it's okay, I'm here!"
Feng Aoqing quickly placed the silkworm in the space.
There are no mulberry leaves in the space that can support the snow silkworm, but because of the spiritual spring water, it will definitely not die.
At this time, Han Lang changed his clothes and came over to ask her to have dinner together.
An Ke jumped to the door as if she was on a spring and stood there. This time she pricked up her ears, listening to the noise outside.
The two walked downstairs hand in hand. When they reached the entrance door, they saw An Wan carrying a tree into the yard.
It's really tough. I didn't expect her to be so strong.
"What are you doing?" Han Lang asked in surprise.
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