While packing up Wan Ge's things, Feng Ji had someone move them quickly, and then answered Wan Ge's question: "Grandpa Emperor probably won't be able to hold on for much longer, probably within the next few days."
He had already ruined his health by taking elixirs. If it weren't for the superb medical skills of the imperial physicians that kept him alive for nearly a decade, the grass on his grave would probably be three feet tall by now.
"Then where are we going?" Shouldn't they be here when the emperor dies?
"Let's go back."
"Why?" Wan Ge still didn't understand.
Feng Ji had packed almost everything, so he handed the things in his hands to the servant, and then handed them to Wange to carry. As they walked, he answered Wange's question: "Two days ago, my brother suddenly told me that he had no interest in that position and wanted me to help him. I refused, but I'm afraid he might cause some trouble, so it would be better if we left here first."
Wan Ge understood. After the emperor's death, the crown prince would surely succeed to the throne smoothly, and after succeeding to the throne, he would probably soon establish another heir apparent.
At this time, the Prince was the Crown Prince's only child on the surface and should have been the best candidate for heir apparent, but he had no interest in him. And at this time, Feng Ji was also present.
So Feng Ji was worried that his father might suddenly act impulsively, and he also felt guilty about not being by their side for so many years. He was really afraid that his father would do something rash.
As long as he returns to Jiangcheng quickly, the matter of establishing an heir will not catch up with him.
Wan Ge obediently lay on his body, letting him carry her, but still asked with some curiosity, "Don't you really want to be the crown prince at all?"
"I don't want to, I know my wife doesn't like it either." His wife longed for a free and unrestrained life, and it was obvious that she was far less happy in the palace than in Jiangcheng.
That's why he doesn't want to be the crown prince. His elder brother is the most suitable candidate.
…
When Feng Jiu returned to the East Palace, she heard the news that her younger brother had left, and her expression immediately turned sour.
"Feng Ji! You're really fast, kid. Just you wait, next time I catch you, you'll see..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was tapped on the head and turned around to see his mother.
"Your brother has never been involved in these matters, why are you making things difficult for him?"
"No, I didn't, Mother. I was just discussing it with my brother."
"You think you can persuade them to leave?"
Feng Jiu lowered her head and muttered helplessly, "Isn't it because my younger brother wants to go home with his wife as soon as possible to live a life of their own?"
What are you saying?
Feng Jiu shook his head again. Guo Chenxi sensed his low spirits and stepped forward to hold his hand tightly: "Husband, don't be sad. You still have me."
"My wife, you are the best."
——
①As long as I live, we cannot divorce.
②I thought my wife didn't love me, but I never expected we almost missed each other.
③If my wife yearns for freedom, then I will be free with her.
—Wind's Silence/Phoenix's Silence
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