She was sure that the man wearing the golden mask in the carriage was the man she had seen in the mountains when she first came to this world. She could never forget that handsome face with the strange purple lotus, and she could never figure out why that man wore a mask.
"Is that person the Ninth Prince?" Feng Yuheng asked Yao.
"Ah Heng, are you talking about the person sitting in the carriage?" Yao also looked at it. "Since it is to welcome the Ninth Prince back to the capital, then it must be that person."
Nanny Sun had already knelt on the ground along with the common people, and kept kowtowing to the carriage.
Feng Yuheng was troubled and stood in the carriage looking at what was happening. She felt that when the curtain moved a few times, the people inside seemed to glance at her, but their gaze did not linger.
Maybe he doesn't remember. She shrank back and sat down in self-mockery. Since he is the ninth prince, he is a noble of the feudal dynasty. How could he still remember a child from the mountains?
But... why didn't his team seem happy even though they had won the battle?
Ninth Prince… Feng Yuheng was suddenly startled again, and asked without hesitation: "Madam Sun, you said before that the Feng family took us back, why was it so?"
Nanny Sun got up from the ground, smiling, "Miss, this is about your marriage with the Ninth Prince!"
Yao also showed a rare smile of joy, "Ah Heng, the hard times are almost over. Now that the Ninth Prince has military merits, he is a cut above the other princes. My Ah Heng is so lucky."
Feng Yuheng never believed in the saying of good fortune or bad luck, so he urged Yao and Nanny Sun to get on the carriage, and personally carried Feng Zirui into the carriage. After the army entered the city, he followed closely behind.
Some things left question marks in her mind, while some things gradually emerged, but she didn't have time to think about them in detail.
The group drove the carriage to Feng Mansion at a high speed, but they didn't know that the eyes under the golden mask had already seen the little girl standing in the carriage with the lifting of the curtain. She was still thin and weak, and more embarrassed than when she was in the mountains. It seemed that she had suffered a lot on the way from the far west to the capital.
"Go check."
With just one sentence, Bai Ze, who was standing beside him, immediately understood and bowed and replied, "I understand."
…
Finally standing in front of the gate of Feng Mansion, Feng Yuheng looked at the four large characters "Zuo Xiang Feng Mansion" written in a formal manner on the plaque in front of him, and a sarcastic laugh rose in his heart.
As the left prime minister, he actually did such a thing as favoring his concubine and killing his wife in order to protect himself, and abandoning his children to the mountain village. She really wanted to know what expression the father would have when he faced them again.
Nanny Sun let out a long sigh, muttered "I'm finally back", and pulled a few people to knock on the door.
The doorman opened the door and was obviously stunned when he saw it was Nanny Sun. Then he slammed the door shut.
"Ah!" Nanny Sun was turned away and was angry but didn't know where to vent. She had to turn around and comfort the other three people: "Madam, don't worry. It must be the servants who went inside to report."
Feng Zirui held onto Feng Yuheng's hand and refused to let go. This place, which was both strange and a little familiar, made him yearn for and fear it at the same time.
Everyone waited at the door for a long time. Feng Zirui had asked "Father doesn't want to see us?" three times. Just when he was about to ask the fourth time, the door finally opened again.
The well-dressed butler He Zhong came to greet them, followed by two servants. He had a puzzled, stiff, and somewhat awkward smile on his face. He was about to speak, but Feng Yuheng interrupted him with a sentence - "The gate of Feng Mansion is really hard to enter."
He Zhong was also a man who was used to seeing such scenes. When he heard this, he quickly responded: "Second Miss, you are too polite. It was the servant guarding the gate who did not know the rules. Please follow me to the main hall first. The master, his mistress, the old lady and all the masters are waiting there. It would be bad if we delay. You will deal with the ignorant servant later." With just a few words, he cleared himself of all charges.
Feng Yuheng had no intention of arguing too much with a housekeeper. Now that she had entered the Feng Mansion, she wanted to see what kind of monsters and demons this family was.
He Zhong led the people to the main hall, walked around the screen wall, passed through two corridors, passed a golden carp pond, saw all kinds of flowers and plants, and heard the singing of hundreds of birds.
There were at least 80 servants along the way, all of whom were puzzled and whispered timidly. One sentence floated along the wind and reached Feng Yuheng's ears: "The second young lady has returned home, so what about the eldest young lady's marriage?"
I had such doubts a long time ago. When the Ninth Prince won the battle, the Feng Mansion remembered that there was still this marriage, so they sent people to take her back to the capital. But why did they send people to kill her and her daughter on the way? Now that I think about it, it is probably because he saw that the Ninth Prince was gaining power with his military achievements, and the marriage with the eldest daughter of the Feng family, if she, Feng Yuheng, died, the one who could marry her must be Feng Chenyu.
Feng Chenyu... She searched the original owner's memory, and the girl who was two years older than her was indeed as beautiful as a fish. Now Feng Chenyu's biological mother, Shen, has risen from a concubine to the throne of the mistress of the family, and Feng Chenyu has naturally become the legitimate daughter of the Feng family.
After passing a sea of peony flowers, they finally arrived at the main hall of the Feng Mansion located in the Peony Courtyard.
There was a well-dressed maid who had opened the gauze curtain in advance and was waiting, but the smiles on her faces seemed forced.
Yao just kept her head down all the way, and her timid appearance made Feng Zirui afraid. Feng Yuheng had a blank expression on her face. She was also curious about the increasingly noble scenery of Feng Mansion in the past few years, but after years of military life, she had learned to selectively hide her emotions.
Except for Nanny Sun who stopped outside the door because of her status, everyone entered the main hall and saw a graceful old lady sitting upright. Although she was called an old lady, she was actually less than 60 years old and her hair was not completely white. But in order to show her status in the Feng family, she has been acting like an elder for many years. The makeup on her head also emphasized wealth and stability. She even leaned on a rosewood cane in her hand early on, with a large piece of gold jade as the cane head. It didn't look very good, but made her look even more old.
Sitting across the table from the old lady was a middle-aged man, about forty years old, with a stern expression and a tall figure. He was wearing a brown robe with auspicious patterns of rising clouds embroidered with silver thread on the collar, cuffs and waist. He had a seal of nobility pendant around his waist, revealing his ambition.
Feng Yuheng knew that it was his father Feng Jinyuan. He vaguely recalled from the original owner's memory that he was once held on his shoulders by his father when he was a child, and his half-grown beard rubbed his cheek, but such a memory could never be combined with the cold face in front of him.
Sitting next to Feng Jinyuan was a fat bear.
Well, bear. She didn't know what other words to use to describe this woman of the Shen family.
She was less than 40 years old, but she was already fat and round, with a neck instead of a chin, a belly higher than her chest, no waist at all, and palms thicker than bear paws. But she also liked to wear tight clothes, and the brocade wrapped around her body made a "sizzling" sound when she breathed a little harder.
Shen was born in a merchant family, and even though she married the prime minister of the dynasty, she still couldn't get rid of her innate wealth. She loved to show off, afraid that others wouldn't know she was rich, so she wore all kinds of gold, silver, jade, and gemstones. She covered her head so much that you could hardly see any hair on it, and her wrists were hidden in her sleeves so you couldn't see them, but every finger on her finger was really adorned with rings.
Standing next to Shen was the eldest daughter of the Feng family and now the legitimate daughter, fourteen-year-old Feng Chenyu.
This Feng Chenyu really lived up to the name given to her by the Shen family. Her hands were as soft as catkins, her eyebrows were like green feathers, she smiled sweetly, and her eyes were full of longing. She was wearing a long blue dress that fell to the ground, which showed her exquisite figure to the fullest. A mutton-fat jade bracelet was ringed around her wrist, which made her skin white and tender. When she looked at the three people of the Yao family, her eyes were filled with sadness and sympathy. Such eyes made people feel pity. Everyone knew that the eldest lady Feng Chenyu was a fairy-like person. She treated the servants in the mansion with courtesy. How could she bear to see this relative return in embarrassment?
Feng Jinyuan felt sorry for his daughter first: "Chen Yu might as well go back to the room and rest first, you don't need to take care of things here."
Feng Chenyu shook her head. "I haven't seen Aunt Yao, Sister Heng, and Brother Zirui for many years. Father, please let me stay here for a while."
Feng Jinyuan said nothing more. Feng Yuheng followed behind Yao, pulling Feng Zirui along and walked a few quick steps, then knelt down on his knees.
Yao was the first to speak, "I am Yao, and I would like to greet my mother."
Feng Yuheng and Feng Zirui said in unison: "Greetings to Grandmother." But no one mentioned Shen.
The main hall was silent, with only Shen's unwilling snort.
Looking at Yao again, she still had her brows lowered and her eyes lowered.
After a long while, the old woman said "hmm" and then fell into silence again.
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