Twenty days later, the capital city was in sight.
Feng Yuheng finally relaxed, it was relatively safe under the emperor's feet.
The carriage stopped outside the city gate. Yao lifted the curtain, looked out, and sighed.
Feng Yuheng brushed off the dust on his body and comforted her, "Mother, don't be afraid. When we get back to the mansion later, we must tell father about the driver and let him make the decision for us."
Feng Zirui also clenched his fists: "Father will definitely punish the bad guys severely!"
Nanny Sun nodded, "If there is a servant like this in the mansion, the master will definitely conduct a thorough investigation."
Yao waved her hands repeatedly, "You can't cause trouble for your father as soon as you come back. We are lucky to be able to return home safely. As for the driver... just say that he fell and died on the road. Don't mention anything else."
"If it was the driver who caused the trouble, then we are lucky. I am afraid it was the driver who would not tolerate us.
The master of the husband. "Feng Yuheng's words caused Yao and Nanny Sun to frown at the same time.
In fact, everyone had several guesses in their hearts, but no one spoke out as Feng Yuheng thought. Nanny Sun was a servant, and she was happy to think that her master would live a good life from now on. Although Yao no longer had too many extravagant expectations for the Feng Mansion, she also hoped that the future would be stable. The driver's matter was a thorn in the hearts of several of them. They said they were afraid of trouble and didn't want to mention it again, but in fact they were just deceiving themselves.
"Mom, remember, sometimes, being patient for a while won't bring peace, and taking a step back won't necessarily bring peace." Feng Yuheng was worried that Yao's temper had to change, but he also knew that he couldn't rush it.
Now... She looked towards the official road not far away and saw a commotion rising among the crowd. In the direction they came from, a team was slowly moving towards the city gate, surrounded by the people.
The common people were obviously well prepared. Feng Yuheng's carriage was soon squeezed by the crowd. A large number of people squeezed out of the city following the sound of triumphal horns. When they met the team, they automatically stood on both sides of the official road.
Some were carrying baskets, some were carrying eggs and grains, some were carrying wine bowls, and some were holding their children with tears in their eyes.
Some people even knelt down and kowtowed to the team.
Feng Yuheng looked at the team, but saw that behind the vanguard, there was a gorgeous chariot that was heavily protected. The chariot was surrounded by dark blue curtains. Four soldiers stood in the four corners, wearing heavy armor, holding long blades, and looking solemn.
The people kowtowed to the carriage one after another. She heard everyone saying, "The Ninth Prince won the battle two years earlier than the deadline set by the Emperor. He is the God of War of our Dashun!"
"Live a thousand years, a thousand years, and a thousand thousand years to the Ninth Prince!"
Everyone knelt down, and for a moment, Feng Yuheng's carriage seemed particularly abrupt.
But no one paid much attention to them. The Ninth Prince returned in triumph, and people were busy cheering and singing praises, and people kept passing wine bowls to the soldiers.
But no one ever answered.
The common people were used to it, thinking it was just the strict military rules. But Feng Yuheng found that there was no joy of triumph in this mighty team, and even the vanguard officer walking in front had a gloomy face.
But it was a fact that the Ninth Prince had won the battle, and she had confirmed this fact many times along the way. Post stations in various places were reporting this great event, and the good news was posted all over the streets.
If the joy does not seem like joy, there must be a reason behind it.
She looked at the carriage again, her eyes more inquiring. Coincidentally, when the carriage passed by, a gust of wind blew and lifted the curtain of the window.
Behind the curtain was a face wearing a golden mask, which covered everything from the nose to the forehead. There was only a small hole between the eyebrows, through which a faint purple color could be seen.
Feng Yuheng subconsciously stood up in the carriage, staring at the curtain of the carriage opposite her, which was blown up and closed by the wind, and then blew up again and closed again. She put her hand on her chest, and her breathing became difficult.
The three Yaos also got out of the carriage, and seeing her like this, they thought it was just a normal reaction to seeing such a big scene for the first time, and did not ask any more questions. But when Feng Yuheng saw that purple, her heart suddenly stirred up a huge wave.
It's him!
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