Feng Yuheng knew that she was desperate and was desperate. What was the point of asking the Second Prince to send Xuan Feiyu to the palace? If Concubine Yuan Shu and the Eighth Prince were so crazy that they also involved Xuan Feiyu, she would regret it.
She knocked her head, thinking that she had really lost her mind when something happened. She didn't know whether it was because she was too nervous these days or because she didn't get enough sleep. She was not doing things up to standard. It was really shameful. Even if Zi Rui entered the palace, the other party couldn't do anything to him in this afternoon. They had to wait for a few days, otherwise it would be too obvious. She could go to the palace tonight. If the situation in the palace was really bad, she could just take the person away. At worst, she would put him in the space, and the Eighth Prince would not be able to find any trace of him no matter how hard he tried.
Feng Yuheng felt more relieved when she thought about it. She even thought that if she stole Zi Rui away, could she frame him? But then she thought, who should she frame? The man was invited by the emperor. Could she frame the emperor?
Seeing her smile bitterly, Wang Chuan took the tea that the maid had just handed over and said softly, "Miss, drink some hot tea to warm yourself up first, and then we'll think of a solution. Madam Zhou just said that His Highness sent someone to tell them that they went directly to Prince Chun's mansion to see Concubine Yun after the court session, and they may be back late. If Miss can't sit still in the mansion, why don't we go to Prince Chun's mansion and let the two princes help think of a solution."
Wang Chuan was persuading Feng Yuheng in the room, while Huang Quan was walking and talking with the guards in the yard. She said, "Why don't you sneak into the palace at night and steal Master Zirui out! Look how anxious the young lady is. The young master just returned to Beijing and was taken to the palace before he even entered the house. This would have been fine in the past, but now the palace is a den of wolves that eat people. Why is the young lady so anxious about this matter?"
Ban Zou was hanging upside down on a tree at this time. He looked up at Huang Quan and shook his head and said, "If you want to steal, the master should go in and steal it himself. I don't have that ability."
"Nonsense!" Huang Quan didn't believe it. "Don't think I don't know how good your Qinggong is. You haven't practiced much in these years with the young lady. You must have been eager to exercise, right? Now there is such a good opportunity, don't you want to go?"
Ban Zou still shook his head, "I can go in and out of the palace by myself, but I can't bring a child out. Or..." He thought for a moment, then said, "It was possible before, but not now. The whole palace is full of the Eighth Prince's people, openly and secretly. Do you think this is your own kitchen, where you can go in and out as you please?"
Huang Quan stamped his feet and glanced at the main room anxiously, "What should I do? Seeing the young lady anxious makes me anxious too, but my Qinggong is not good enough. If I had your skills, I would try to force my way in."
"Breaking through by force is not the best way to solve the problem. On the contrary, it will cause trouble for the masters." He swung on the tree trunk twice and reached out to pat Huang Quan on the head. "I said, you have followed the master for so many years, why haven't you improved at all? It would be great if you could force your way in, but what if you get caught? Don't think you can take the blame alone if you get caught. Remember, you are the master's maid, and you have been branded with the master's mark. Even if it was really your idea, the master will definitely be implicated. Do you understand?"
Huang Quan was taught a lesson by him, but unusually she was not angry, because the slap that Ban Zou gave her on the head almost killed her soul. This girl, who was always carefree and quick-witted, suddenly became a little shy, her face flushed, and she didn't know what to say next. It was Ban Zou who first broke the awkward situation and told her: "To steal Master Zirui from the palace, not only do I not have the ability to do it, I am afraid that even with His Highness the Ninth Prince's Qinggong, it would not work under the current situation. But if there is one person who can succeed, it is our master. In this world, in heaven and on earth, as long as she wants, there is no place she can't go."
Huang Quan frowned, not quite understanding what was said. Ban Zou reminded her at the right time, "Think about those big butts she pulled out from her sleeves one by one when we were detoxifying in the military camp..."
Huang Quan blushed again, but she also remembered the scene of that day. Yes! How could she forget that her young lady was a magical existence, unique. If the Seventh Prince was a fairy, then her young lady was also a fairy, and a real fairy with more real abilities than the Seventh Prince. So she became happy, "So, the young lady will bring Master Zirui out of the palace safely!"
Ban Zou still shook his head: "Not necessarily, it depends on the situation in the palace. It's easy to say that we can take Master Zirui away, but the subsequent turmoil will be too great. The master must be well prepared before taking action. However, she will enter the palace alone tonight, I am sure of this."
Facts have proved that Ban Zou knows Feng Yuheng very well. Feng Zirui was brought into the palace, but Feng Yuheng was still sleeping soundly in the mansion that night. This is something that a real sister would not do.
Feng Yuheng was going to the palace, Xuan Tianming strongly requested to follow, but she said: "Bringing you with me means there will be one more target and danger, be good and wait for me in the mansion!" Xuan Tianming felt that he was despised by his wife, but thinking about it again, Feng Yuheng's words, he felt that if he followed her, he would indeed become a burden. With Qiankun Space, Feng Yuheng could come and go freely, so he didn't need to worry too much.
After shaking off Xuan Tianming, Feng Yuheng used the old method to successfully enter the palace. This place was a forbidden area for others, but for her, it was really no different from entering and leaving the kitchen of Prince Yu's Mansion. Even if someone occasionally saw her shadow, with her ability to disappear immediately, the other party would only think that they were dazzled.
She didn't know where Feng Zirui would live. Zhaohe Hall was occupied by Concubine Yuan Shu every night. Emperor Tianwu wanted to favor his concubines there, so he probably wouldn't leave Zirui there. Feng Yuheng was thinking about where to find Zirui as she walked, but she didn't know that Zirui was sent to a remote courtyard west of the palace tonight. The courtyard was decorated very exquisitely. It was said that it was where the Eighth Prince lived before he left the palace. Some servants even told Zirui that it was his blessing to live here.
But Zirui felt very awkward when he was brought here. This place was quite far from Zhaohe Hall. When he came out of Zhaohe Hall, Emperor Tianwu did not allow him to ride in a sedan chair. He walked step by step with the palace servants. It snowed heavily in the afternoon, and a thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground. It took him more than half an hour to walk to the place. When he entered the house, his shoes were soaked and his feet were numb from the cold.
He heard two of them while walking on the road. The reason why the courtyard was so far away was that more than 20 years ago, the emperor doted on Concubine Yun wholeheartedly, so he was a little shy about the last child born before Concubine Yun entered the palace. In addition, Concubine Yuan Shu was the most noisy at that time. After all, she was the last concubine to fall out of favor! Therefore, the emperor specially moved the eighth prince's residence farther away, so that Concubine Yuan Shu had to walk a long way to see her son.
The prince system of Dashun was also peculiar. Not all princes could be raised by their mothers, but there was no rule that the princes would be taken away from home as soon as they were born. Everything depended on the favor of the prince's mother. If the mother was favored, she could raise her son by herself. If the mother was not favored, the prince would be given another palace to live in, and would be raised by a wet nurse from an early age until he turned six and started to go to school. If the concubines wanted a son, they could only have one chance every ten days.
Concubine Yuan Shu was originally favored, but it was because of her favor and the fact that she gave birth to the Eighth Prince that Emperor Tianwu felt uncomfortable and an eyesore when Concubine Yun entered the palace, so he even had the Eighth Prince taken away. This also caused the Eighth Prince to live so far away from the Cunshan Palace and the Zhaohe Palace when he was a child.
Zirui is eleven years old. He can understand the implicit meaning of the palace people's words and can analyze them in his mind. Although he mostly has to rely on guessing, he can guess it almost accurately.
But what can he do? After one afternoon in the palace, he understood why his sister had that reaction and expression when she heard that the emperor was going to take him to the palace. Ever since he saw Concubine Yuan Shu accompanying Emperor Tianwu, ever since he saw the Eighth Prince also come to the palace to eat with him during the meal, ever since Concubine Yuan Shu was very close to Emperor Tianwu during the meal, and Emperor Tianwu was more loving to the Eighth Prince than he was to the Ninth Prince, he understood that during the time he went to Xiaozhou to study, unimaginable changes had taken place in the capital.
But Zirui had grown very mature over the years. He was a sensible kid, and Feng Yuheng had given him instructions in advance, so he kept them in mind. No matter what he saw or heard, he ignored them and treated people politely, so that Concubine Yuan Shu and the Eighth Prince could not find any fault with him.
But he was not released from the palace at night. Not only was he kept in the palace, he was even sent to a place far away from Zhaohe Hall.
Zi Rui sat in the room, unable to fall asleep. He sat from dusk till midnight. It was almost midnight, but he still didn't feel sleepy. He was a little nervous. He felt that something bad was going to happen tonight, but he couldn't guess what it was. He wouldn't kill someone in the palace, would he? Besides, why would he kill him? He was Feng Yuheng's younger brother and the Ninth Prince's brother-in-law. If he really died in the palace, even if the Eighth Prince and Concubine Yuan Shu were in favor, it would be hard to explain.
Zirui felt that this panic had nothing to do with his life, but it was impossible for it to come out of nowhere. He simply did not sleep, and sat on the bed waiting, waiting for something to happen, waiting for what would happen in this remote little palace tonight.
After midnight, most of the servants in the palace went to rest, leaving only one person to guard the door. Boys didn't need maids to sleep beside them like girls, so he was the only one in the room. He wasn't afraid, but he felt uneasy and panicked.
Finally, at about three quarters past midnight, there was a noise outside the door. Zirui was startled and quickly got into bed, pretending to be asleep, but in fact he was awake, listening carefully with his ears perked up.
Soon, the door was pushed open from the outside, and someone walked in cautiously, then closed the door and walked towards him step by step. He felt a hand reaching into the quilt and moving towards his body. Finally, the hand stopped and grabbed a special part of his body...
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