As soon as Zhu Wuhuan raised his head, he saw his solemn eyes.
She guessed his worries at the moment.
Are you worried about the rumors that will spread after Prince Jin's death?
She leaned in his arms and smiled at him.
"Your Majesty, please relax a little and don't be so stressed. It's okay. As long as you believe that I am innocent, then the rumors outside will not hurt me at all."
Feng Changye stroked her hair and said, "How can it not hurt? Harsh words can hurt people like a cold winter..."
He lifted her chin, a little worried, "Queen, if the rumors among the people really get out of control, will you... blame me?"
Zhu Wuhuan smiled and looked into his eyes, "Why do you blame me, Your Majesty?"
Without waiting for him to speak, she asked, "Do you blame the Emperor for executing Prince Jin? Do you blame him for touching him, and his subordinates retaliated against me?"
She shook her head and said softly, "I am not that unreasonable. Unless you release him and let him continue to be his prince safely, he will be imprisoned for too long. His subordinates will see no hope of rescue and will sooner or later spread the story between me and him to discredit me and you."
She sneered, "The Prince of Jin committed such heinous crimes that he deserves death. Why should he go unpunished just because of my reputation? Is my reputation more important than the lives of those 40,000 soldiers and countless merchants who were murdered?"
She stood up and looked at Feng Changye calmly.
She said sincerely, "Your Majesty, even if my stigma spreads throughout the world, it has nothing to do with you. Please don't take all the responsibility on yourself. It was my own youth and ignorance that led to this outcome. It's not that Your Majesty failed to protect me, but that I made a mistake and failed to protect myself."
She bowed deeply and said, "Speaking of which, it is I who should apologize to Your Majesty. I am about to cause trouble for you..."
Feng Changye helped her up and held her in his arms.
He knew that his queen always had a clear vision of right and wrong when it came to major issues.
She is not the kind of woman who makes trouble for no reason.
But precisely because of this, he wanted to protect her even more and didn't want her to get hurt in any way.
"Why are you apologizing to me? This is Feng Changjin's fault, not yours."
He lowered his head and kissed her hair. "It's good to be implicated by you. I'd rather bear the stigma with you than watch you be criticized by thousands of people while I remain unscathed."
When Zhu Wuhuan heard this, his eyes became sore, "Your Majesty..."
"Um."
Feng Changye clenched her fingers and said, "Remember, I will be your husband for the rest of my life. I am your heaven. As long as I am here, no one can get past me and hurt you."
Zhu Wuhuan nodded heavily. She remembered it.
She will always remember all the kindness this man has shown her.
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In the following days, everyone in the capital was shocked by the crime committed by Prince Jin.
The Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice jointly tried the crimes committed by Feng Changjin. Countless people ran outside to watch the excitement. When they saw Feng Changjin being brought up in prison clothes, the scene suddenly became excited and everyone shouted loudly for him to be executed.
Those who couldn't squeeze in would run to taverns and teahouses to listen to storytellers recounting Feng Changjin's various sins in a rhythmic manner.
Whenever they heard about Feng Changjin's viciousness, they would bang the table and smash the bowls, cursing and swearing, wishing they could turn into executioners and skin Feng Changjin alive themselves.
Even the little children playing on the street were reciting doggerel made up by the scholars to insult Feng Changjin.
Perhaps, this was the most eye-catching experience in Feng Changjin's life.
Famous throughout the world.
Even more "glorious" than when he ascended the throne in history.
A few days later, as the people of the capital city were eagerly waiting, the day of Feng Changjin's execution finally arrived.
From the time Feng Changjin was taken to the Dali Temple for trial to the time he was sentenced to death by slicing, his brother Feng Changye never showed up.
Feng Changye did not appear in the prison until half an hour before he was taken to the execution ground.
He stood outside the fence in a dignified manner dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking indifferently at Feng Changjin, who was sitting in the straw pile and was covered in dirt.
This is completely the opposite of their historical endings.
"You're here."
Feng Changjin was looking at the palm-sized ventilation window on the high wall. When he heard footsteps, he looked back.
He was not surprised at all to find out it was Feng Changye.
He smiled faintly and said, "I knew you would come. You're about to send me to hell. How could you not come and inspect the results?"
As he was about to go to the guillotine, he couldn't sleep for several nights in a row. At this moment, he was in very poor spirits and looked extremely haggard.
But his expression was still so arrogant, not like a loser at all.
Because until this moment, he didn't think he was inferior to Feng Changye in any way. He was just unlucky. He was not fully prepared and was arrested before he could formally attack Feng Changye.
If he were given another year, no, even if he were given just half a year, the chess pieces he laid out and the traps he set would surely make it impossible for Feng Changye to sit firmly on the throne!
"Since when did you stop considering me your biological brother?"
Feng Changye stared at Feng Changjin coldly.
He said, "I believe that I have never done anything wrong to you since I was a child. I have always tried to be a good brother. But when I think back on the past these days, I suddenly realize that you seem to have become estranged from me before I ascended the throne..."
He asked, "Why? If you were only trying to harm me for the throne, I could at least understand your greed. But why did you already stop treating me as your brother before I even ascended the throne?"
He shook his head. "I've been thinking hard, but I still can't figure out how I've let you down."
When Feng Changjin heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then silently lowered his head and looked at the straw under his feet.
After a while, he looked up at Feng Changye again.
"Why don't I treat you as my own brother..."
A hint of sarcasm and sadness flashed in his eyes. "Tsk, I also want to ask God, why is it that even though we are brothers, you have something that I can't even dream of?"
He glanced around the cell and saw that there was no one there. He slowly stood up and walked to the front of the fence.
He grabbed the fence and asked with a sneer, "We are both the emperor's sons, so why does he pamper you to the skies but looks at me as if I were a bastard?"
He stared into Feng Changye's eyes, lowered his voice, and spoke each word clearly, "And! We are both the son of that woman, why did she leave such a magical treasure to you, while I have nothing?"
After hearing Feng Changjin's next words, Feng Changye's expression suddenly changed!
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