"Your Majesty!" Concubine Yuan was unhappy. She sat beside Emperor Tianwu and said dissatisfiedly, "This is a different time. It has been so many years. How can it still be counted? Besides, you are the emperor. Whether the promise counts or not is up to you."
"Noble Concubine Yuan!" Left Prime Minister Lu Song shouted, "What the Noble Concubine means is that the court of Dashun is a joke? The words of the Emperor are a joke? Can you change it as you say? Can you change it as you say?"
The Right Prime Minister also said, "My Lady Imperial Concubine! The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. This is the rule set by Emperor Taizu when the Dashun Dynasty was first established. Could it be that in this dynasty, this rule will be destroyed by the hands of the Imperial Concubine?"
"Yes! Your Highness the Imperial Concubine is sitting in the seat that should have been occupied by the Queen. It's fine if your ambition covers the entire harem, but if it intentionally spreads to the previous dynasty, then you will be a demon concubine who brings disaster to the country and the people. Your Highness the Imperial Concubine should think twice." The person who said this was Prince Wenxuan Xuanmou. The only brother of Emperor Tianwu, he never liked to talk much, but he said this coldly at this moment, and Imperial Concubine Yuan felt a chill behind her back.
She subconsciously hid behind Emperor Tianwu, looking pitiful. Unfortunately, if she had acted like this more than 20 years earlier, she could have won some sympathy from others, but at this age, she was still acting so hypocritically, which made people feel a little disgusted. Especially the people on the side of the Ninth Prince, they were even more disgusted by her appearance.
But Emperor Tianwu was not annoyed. He held her hand and whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, my dear. They are just trying to scare you." Then he looked at Prince Wenxuan unhappily and said, "Xuanmou, why are you arguing with your daughter?"
King Wenxuan shook his head and said, "Brother, I am not arguing with a woman, but with the rules of Dashun. The ancestors of Dashun are watching us from heaven! I hope that brother can have his own opinions and not be swayed by a woman in the harem."
"What do you mean?" Emperor Tianwu was furious. For the first time, he turned against his brother. "Are you saying that I only trust women and ignore the court?"
"Whether it is true or not, it all depends on my brother." Prince Wenxuan was already very angry about his own princess's matter. After entering the palace and seeing this, he could not help but compete with Emperor Tianwu. He stared at Concubine Yuan and said, "The emperor has spoken his words, but you asked him to take them back in public. Concubine Yuan, what exactly are you thinking?"
Concubine Yuan was startled and subconsciously wanted to refute, but the Eighth Prince quickly took over the conversation. He clasped his fists and saluted to Prince Wenxuan and said, "Don't blame me, uncle. My mother just felt that this was a palace banquet, and it was a New Year's banquet. The atmosphere was not that serious. The court officials also brought their families to the palace. After all, it was just a family banquet, so I said a few more words. Please calm down, uncle. If you don't like it, mother will not say anything." After that, he turned around and said to Concubine Yuan, "Mother, you must also take care of yourself, and don't be too anxious about your son's affairs. Since the third lady of the Feng family has the previous promise of my father, then I will not marry her. After all, she is just a concubine, not that important." After that, he gave Concubine Yuan a look that only the two of them understood.
Concubine Yuan stopped talking, but Emperor Tianwu was very unhappy. He looked at Prince Wenxuan coldly with anger on his face. He felt very sorry for Xuan Tianmo for not being able to marry a concubine for his son, so he simply said, "Mo'er, why don't you find someone else? Which girl do you think is good? I will marry her to you." After saying that, he looked at those who stood up to remind him of his promise, and asked in a deep voice, "I haven't given any special privileges to your daughters, right? Huh?"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Tianyu shuddered again. She had a bad feeling in her heart and hoped that this unlucky thing would not happen to her.
But he just couldn't get what he wanted, and then he heard Emperor Tianwu say again: "Lord Feng, I remember that your daughter has not been betrothed yet, why don't you marry her to Prince Sheng's Mansion and become a concubine?"
The right prime minister felt a wave of humiliation, and his body was shaking with anger. He was the legitimate daughter of the right prime minister's family, and he married the prince as a concubine? How could he put his face? Not to mention that the eighth prince was not the crown prince yet, even if he was the crown prince, there was no such thing as a legitimate daughter of a first-rank official going to be his mistress. But the Emperor Tianwu was clearly looking for a way out today, to embarrass them. How should he respond? Reject? He had no reason to refuse the emperor's arranged marriage.
For a moment, the atmosphere was frozen and very awkward.
Xuan Tianmo looked at Right Prime Minister Feng Qing with great interest, then looked at Feng Tianyu who was sitting at the same table with Feng Yuheng, and thought to himself that it would not be bad to have the daughter of the Right Prime Minister as a concubine.
Just as he was thinking this, he was about to say something to ridicule the right prime minister, but unexpectedly, at this moment, his lower body suddenly felt extremely itchy. The itch came from the inside out, as if it started from the bones, and it was in such an awkward position. He was standing in the middle of the hall at this time, and it was not right to scratch or not scratch. Under the extreme itch, he clamped his legs tightly together and rubbed them from time to time to try to relieve the itch. But after rubbing a few times, he found that it had no effect at all, and the itch became worse.
Xuan Tianmo was sweating from the discomfort. He stood there in a dilemma and felt very embarrassed. He felt that something was wrong. If it was just an ordinary itch, it would be relieved by moving a few times. However, this feeling from the inside went straight into his heart and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what. He suddenly hoped that this palace banquet would end quickly. His intuition told him that there might be something wrong with his body, because this situation had occurred in the past few days, but it was not serious. He could only scratch it a few times to relieve it. However, he didn't expect that today in the Jade Palace, this situation would be so severe that he had to use all his self-control to resist this strange itch.
But what problem would occur in that part?
Perhaps others had not yet understood the Eighth Prince's strange behavior, and everyone's attention was still focused on the Right Prime Minister Feng Qing, waiting to hear how Feng Qing would respond to Emperor Tianwu's words. Was he going to refuse or agree? No matter which one it was, it would be a good show!
But Feng Yuheng was different. She not only noticed Xuan Tianmo's changes, but also observed them in detail. She felt where his changes came from, and even understood why this situation had occurred. Because all of this was caused by her. The effect of her injection of the virus finally showed immediate results today.
The corner of her lips raised, and a malicious smile appeared on her face, which fell into the eyes of Xuan Tianming who was sitting opposite. Xuan Tianming nudged the Seventh Prince who was sitting next to him with his elbow and whispered, "That girl is thinking of something bad again."
Just after he finished speaking, Feng Yuheng suddenly asked, "My dear brother, what happened to you? Are you feeling unwell? Why did your forehead suddenly break out in sweat when my father just proposed that my dear brother marry the daughter of the Right Prime Minister?" Her words were full of questions and confusion, and she even speculated, "Could it be that the daughter of the Right Prime Minister's family is not compatible with my dear brother's fate? My dear brother feels unwell just because my father mentioned it? This is because their fates clash, and there can be no ambiguity!"
After she said this, people began to notice that the Eighth Prince was indeed abnormal. It was just as Feng Yuheng had said, his head and face were covered in sweat, and his legs seemed to be uncomfortable too. His two legs were almost twisted together, and he looked extremely uncomfortable.
Right Prime Minister Feng Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and when he looked at Feng Yuheng, there was gratitude in his eyes. Feng Tianyu finally came back to his senses, holding Feng Yuheng's hand and thanking him repeatedly: "Ah Heng, you are still amazing."
Feng Yuheng sneered in his heart, and then put pressure on Emperor Tianwu: "Father, you have to be careful about this marriage! You can't harm Brother B's body because of a concubine. Father, you see, Brother Bai's face is not right."
Emperor Tianwu didn't believe in conflicts of fate, but he had to take Feng Yuheng's reminder about the condition of the Eighth Prince seriously. After all, Xuan Tianmo's current condition was there, and he really fell ill just because of his suggestion. If this was a coincidence, it would be too much of a coincidence, right?
“Father.” Finally, Xuan Tianming spoke up, “You must not joke about the life of your most beloved eighth son! Fate conflicts are a big deal. If you force a marriage, and if it doesn’t go well and he dies, then you won’t have a son.”
His words were full of sarcasm, and Emperor Tianwu was not happy to hear them. But when he faced Xuan Tianming's uncertain face and the strange purple lotus between his eyebrows, he could not say anything. In his memory, it seemed that his son had always spoken in this way, and he had always been very accustomed to it, and even enjoyed it. In a trance, it seemed that there was someone who always spoke to him in this way, without respect for age, hanging around him all day long. He said he was annoyed, but in his heart he was very happy to make fun of that person. But who was that person? How did he spend those days in the past?
Emperor Tianwu was a little dazed again, but he agreed with Xuan Tianming's words. No matter what, he couldn't joke with Xuan Tianmo's life. The Right Prime Minister just made him feel uncomfortable. He could find other reasons to deal with this minister, but there was no need to hurt his own son. So Emperor Tianwu nodded, "Ming'er is right, I must not harm Mo'er."
Concubine Yuan was also anxious at this time. She originally thought that it would be a good idea for Xuan Tianmo to marry the daughter of the Right Prime Minister as a concubine. On the one hand, it would dampen the Right Prime Minister's arrogance, and on the other hand, it would be a threat and a way to win him over. At least it could provoke the Right Prime Minister to gradually turn away from the Nine Princes' party. In short, it would be good for them. But before this beautiful dream could be realized, Xuan Tianmo suddenly became abnormal, which made her worried again.
"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?" Concubine Yuan hurriedly stepped down from her high seat and ran to Xuan Tianmo's side. She reached out and touched Xuan Tianmo's head, which was covered in cold sweat. She couldn't help but startled and quickly shouted, "Quick! Call the imperial physician! Call the imperial physician!"
"Mother!" Xuan Tianmo wanted to stop it, but he couldn't stand the itch. He thought he should call the imperial physician. He couldn't afford to lose face because he was itching in that place. But what if he didn't call the imperial physician? This itch almost made him feel that if he didn't get treatment, he might lose his life. So he didn't try to stop it, but just endured the itch and said to Emperor Tianwu: "Father, I do feel unwell. Can you let me go to Mother's palace to rest and wait for the imperial physician to come and see me?"
Emperor Tianwu nodded quickly: "Okay! Okay! Take my dragon sedan and call the best imperial physician!" After that, he waved at everyone present and said, "Today's palace banquet is over, you all may leave the palace!" After that, he no longer looked at everyone, and rushed down directly. Together with Concubine Yuan, they supported Xuan Tianmo on each side and walked out of the Jade Hall first.
A palace banquet ended in such a bizarre atmosphere before anyone could react...
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