Chapter 106: Stop Being a Lover and Be a Concubine (Thirty-three)
The news spread throughout Shangjing that Jiang Feng had succeeded to the throne. No one expected that the one who benefited the most was not the Wan family, the in-laws, but the small Yu family.
The Yu Mansion not only had a first-rank commander of the imperial guards, but also a minister of the Secretariat who was in charge of the six ministries. The men were in a good time, and the women were even more so.
The first female general in Daliang to be granted a mansion, and she also has a super-class national protector lady. This raging fire is getting more and more intense, and people who see it are afraid in their hearts!
In the quiet study, Eunuch Sun walked in with his head lowered.
The young emperor looked up at him and said, "Grandson, where are they?"
Eunuch Sun pursed his lips, not daring to criticize the new emperor's bad taste. He knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation: "Your Majesty, I am useless. Commander Yu ran away too fast!"
Jiang Feng gave him a sinister look that made him tremble. After a long while, he quickly left the imperial study room amid the other party's impatient waving of his hand.
As he left, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
Outsiders all thought that he, the eunuch who suddenly rose to power, was in great glory. However, who knew that his life was really hard. If there was no one to take his job, he would have been dead long ago.
In the imperial study, Jiang Feng picked up a memorial and took a look at it, then frowned and threw it aside. He reached out and took out a blank imperial edict, and quickly wrote the decree to confer the title of empress.
Nanny Cui stood aside, watching her nose and her heart, without saying a word.
When the other party finished writing excitedly, Madam Cui said, "Your Majesty, I think it's useless to read this imperial edict."
Jiang Feng's interest was interrupted, and he frowned and asked, "Why?"
Nanny Cui still had her head bowed, her voice steady, "You gave Lord Yu a golden medal of immunity on that snowy night. With it, Lord Yu has nothing to fear even if he disobeys your order."
Jiang Feng: "...Then I'll tie him up and take him to Kunning Palace. Madam, it's okay for me to use force now, right?"
Matron Cui was silent for a few seconds, then said, "This world is yours. As long as you are happy, that's all. But I have one more thing to say: only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity. Master Yu's personality... I'm afraid he won't obey me."
Jiang Feng was even more annoyed. He rested his chin on one hand and sighed deeply: "I've had enough. I'll bring him in tomorrow!"
Seeing the fatigue in his eyes, Nanny Cui said nothing and quietly left the imperial study.
After Jiang Feng fell asleep, he had a dream.
It was a place without sunlight, with a few blue ghost lights floating in the air, and the long corridors were very humid on both sides.
His consciousness slowly moved forward along with the body it was attached to. The sharp dagger lightly scratched the stone wall of the corridor, leaving behind a harsh friction sound.
An iron door at the end was bolted. He reached out and unbolted the door, and the door creaked open.
The sound of chains shaking came from the air, and he felt his fingers move. A cluster of will-o'-the-wisp fire drilled into the door, and the light instantly covered the entire enclosed space.
The young man in the room was shackled and locked to the wall, his long bangs covering half of his face, revealing his pale, thin lips.
Perhaps he heard the voice, he raised his head, his eyes under his bangs were red, mixed with strong malice: "You are here?"
He heard the body hum, its voice eerie and menacing, "Have you thought it through?"
The boy glanced at the dagger in his hand and chuckled: "If I don't think it through, will you kill me?"
"You know I wouldn't do that to you now..."
The young man's narrow red eyes narrowed subconsciously. This scene inexplicably overlapped with the person he held dear to his heart, which made him suddenly feel creepy and even wanted to escape from here on the spot.
But he seemed to be haunted by this dream and could only watch the boy's fingers fixed on the wall moving gently.
'He' stepped forward.
The other person blinked and smiled seductively: "Kiss me."
He felt that this body lowered its head without any resistance, so he moved forward and bit the other party hard. The two of them kissed each other passionately, and their palms naturally touched the shackles, trying to entangle their fingers with each other.
The dagger in his palm fell, but his fingers failed to grasp the other person's slender hand as he wished. The next second, he leaned back suddenly, and the sharp blade cut through his bangs and hung not far from his eyes without even shaking.
If his wrists hadn't been tied, the knife would have pierced his eyeball.
The young man in front of him smiled wantonly, with a fierce look: "Now that things have come to this, it's either you die or I die! There is absolutely no third possibility. If you want me to submit to you, you might as well kill me!"
Jiang Feng suddenly woke up, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. He subconsciously reached out and touched his heart, as if the heart-piercing pain was transmitted from his dream, making him feel like dying.
After a pause, he suddenly threw the imperial edict on the table into the corner, then stared blankly at the sparrows flying by outside the window...
The next day, everything was calm. Nanny Cui looked at the emperor in confusion, as everything was normal. The man who had clamored to tie Lord Yu up and bring him into the palace yesterday was gone.
After the court session ended, Jiang Feng returned to his bedroom, changed into a plain silk dress, and then tied his hair in front of the mirror. He smiled and said, "Mammy, go push my wheelchair over here."
Nanny Cui looked at him in surprise, then silently pushed the wheelchair as she was told and placed it next to him.
Jiang Feng just sat on it and turned the wheelchair to the tent of the imperial guards.
He didn't know how many people were looking at him along the way, but Jiang Feng ignored them all and opened the tent of the commander of the imperial guards.
Yu Huo in the tent widened his eyes in surprise. The two looked at each other through a light bulb, and neither of them spoke first.
Yu Miao stood in the middle, looking at this and that, and finally ran away without saying a word.
Yu Huo then closed his half-open mouth: "Why did you come here like this?"
Jiang Feng stepped forward, raised his fair neck, and smiled beautifully: "Yu Huo, I don't want to be the emperor anymore. I am the eighth princess. Can you be my consort?"
Yu Huo was silent for a few seconds, then raised his eyebrows: "...Jiang Feng, what has been done is done. No matter how you whitewash it, it still exists."
The person in the wheelchair was at a loss: "What should I do?"
Yu Huo chuckled: "If you do something wrong, just admit it!"
Jiang Feng came to his senses and immediately said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to deceive you."
"Anything else?"
Jiang Feng thought for a moment, remembering the sparrow that flew past the window yesterday. He lowered his head and whispered, "I shouldn't be so high and mighty once I gain power. You are free to be angry if you want to, but you don't have to be privileged by me to be angry."
Yu Huo raised his eyebrows unexpectedly again, and the embarrassing feeling in his heart disappeared without a trace.
He spread his hands in front of the other person and said with a smile: "I am magnanimous and will forgive you this time."
Jiang Feng curled his lips, placed his hand in the other's palm, and stood up following his strength: "Then can you be my queen?"
Yu Huo shook his head: "I don't want to stay in the palace all day long. Isn't it good for us to be like this?"
He was planning to persuade her a few more times, but Jiang Feng was surprisingly easy to talk to today and nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say..."
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