Feng Yuheng adjusted his emotions in an instant and his complexion returned to normal.
But even so, it still did not escape the eyes of the two people.
One is Xuan Tianming, and the other is Xuan Tianhua.
"Do you need to go to the main camp more often recently?" Xuan Tianhua turned his head and said softly.
At this time, Prince Ding'an was bowing his head to Emperor Tianwu for the last time, marking the end of his career as a prince.
"Yes." Xuan Tianming's face darkened slightly, and became solemn.
In the main hall, someone had already "invited" Prince Ding'an to leave. The only king of a different surname in the Dashun Dynasty died of old age at the Moonlit Palace Banquet of that year.
And Wang Nuo, who had just been conferred the title of Duke of the County, also lost his easily attainable position with the fall of Prince Ding'an's family, and was left with only an ugly wife.
"The Bu family has suffered such a disaster today. I think Bu Cong should be back soon. I can't help you with the camp. You should be more careful. That girl...I'm afraid she won't have many days left."
"Humph!" Xuan Tianming sneered. "When has her life ever been easy? It's okay, Seventh Brother, don't worry."
Feng Yuheng naturally didn't know what the two were talking about, but she noticed that they all looked at her with concern, and her heart warmed slightly.
A palace banquet could not go on any longer after it had turned out like this.
Everyone stood up and knelt, waiting for Tianwu to announce the end of the palace banquet.
Tianwu also lost his spirit. He waved his hand and dismissed all the people. But when Feng Yuheng was about to leave with the others, he called out, "Heng girl, my head hurts again. You stay here for a while!"
Feng Yuheng didn't know why Tianwu left her alone, so she could only stop and answer, "Yes." Then she saw Feng Jinyuan's pleading eyes, and she knew that her father wanted her to plead for Chenyu.
Feng Yuheng didn't care about the mess of Chenyu. Although they were both members of the Feng family, the royal family obviously didn't want to put the blame on her, so she didn't want to get into trouble.
Seeing that Feng Yuheng didn't respond to his gaze at all, Feng Jinyuan became anxious and couldn't help but whispered, "Ah Heng."
She frowned and glanced at him, and she felt that this father was really shameless. With Feng Jinyuan's brain as a left-handed prime minister, it was impossible for him to not see what Chenyu and Qingle were doing, but he still wanted her, the victim, to beg for mercy. This kind of biased mind was really abominable.
"Father," she said, her voice soft and emotionless, "what would happen if that cat appeared in my hands?"
Feng Jinyuan was stunned and couldn't answer for a while.
When he looked at Feng Yuheng again, he saw that his second daughter had already walked towards the high seat, and the emperor on the seat was looking at her with a fatherly smile.
At this moment, Feng Jinyuan felt that he was an outsider. The child was not his daughter at all, and he had never fulfilled any fatherly obligations to her.
He bowed and stepped back, escaping from the Glass Garden, quickly catching up with the crowd and hiding among them.
Tianwu only glanced at the direction where Feng Jinyuan left from the corner of his eyes, and then retracted his eyes, as if he didn't see it, and only said to Feng Yuheng: "Heng girl, you walk with me."
The moon is full and the capital of Dashun has four distinct seasons. The cool breeze on the Mid-Autumn night makes people shiver.
Zhang Yuan, the eunuch who served Tianwu, put a cloak on Tianwu, and a young palace maid also put one on Feng Yuheng. She followed Tianwu silently and walked all the way to the gate of Yuehan Palace.
Emperor Tianwu finally stood still and raised his hand. Zhang Yuan tactfully led a group of palace servants and Huang Quan to retreat to a distance, leaving only Feng Yuheng and Tianwu.
Feng Yuheng was quite curious about the affairs between Tianwu and Concubine Yun. It was unexpected that such a willful concubine could make Tianwu think about her for so many years. If there was no special story between the two of them, she would not believe it at all.
Tianwu kept her tonight and brought her to the gate of Yuehan Palace. Feng Yuheng secretly guessed that maybe the emperor didn't have anyone to talk to on weekdays, especially about Concubine Yun. With Xuan Tianming's personality, Tianwu couldn't talk to him. After thinking about it, only she, the future daughter-in-law, could talk.
Feng Yuheng walked forward a few steps with a curious heart, looking at Tianwu eagerly, waiting for him to discuss personal matters with her.
Who would have thought that Tianwu actually turned his head to look at her, and the first thing he asked was, "Can Ming'er's leg be cured?"
Feng Yuheng was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He said in a daze, "Of course it can be cured."
"Hahaha!" Tianwu suddenly laughed. "I knew it. I knew those imperial doctors were all quacks. Only the descendants of the Yao family can be trusted."
Feng Yuheng blinked. Descendants of the Yao family? Well, that's not bad. Although she hadn't met anyone from the Yao family, according to the original owner's memory, the Yao family far away in the deserted state was much more humane than the Feng family. Especially her grandfather Yao Xian, who was someone Feng Yuheng particularly wanted to meet.
"The imperial physician told me that Ming'er's leg cannot be saved. I am very sad." Tianwu looked towards Yuehan Palace again, muttering to himself in a solemn voice, "But Ming'er told me that he can stand up again as long as he marries you. This is why I agreed to let Ming'er marry the daughter of the Feng family."
Feng Yuheng understood.
It seems that the emperor was not happy about this marriage. He just nodded in order to make Xuan Tianming better.
She thought for a while and said, "Ah Heng is the daughter of the Yao family."
Tianwu nodded, obviously very satisfied with her answer, and his expression finally relaxed a little.
Since Xuan Tianming's illness was mentioned, Feng Yuheng really wanted to hear the emperor ask her again whether that place could cure it. After all, the rumors outside were very convincing, and she didn't get a real answer from Xuan Tianming, so she was always worried.
But after waiting for a long time, Tianwu just looked at Yuehan Palace and didn't want to mention anything else.
She couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness's face..."
"That's fine." Tianwu waved his hand, "As long as Ming'er's leg is cured, I won't worry about anything."
Feng Yuheng also breathed a sigh of relief. She deliberately asked about the face under the golden mask, but Tianwu's answer gave her peace of mind. She thought that there should be nothing wrong there.
The two of them didn't speak again. Feng Yuheng accompanied Tianwu to visit Yuehan Palace for half a night before Tianwu ordered them to return to Zhaohe's bedroom.
Feng Yuheng was invited by Mo Bufan to check the Queen's pulse again.
She knew that taking the pulse was not the purpose, and Mo Bufan must be trying to trick her into giving her some pills again. The queen was too frightened, and she certainly had some medicine to calm her down, but she didn't want to just give it out.
Seeing Mo Bufan's expectant eyes, Feng Yuheng bowed slightly to the queen on the phoenix couch and said, "I came to the palace today for a banquet. Ah Heng didn't expect something like this to happen, so I didn't prepare any medicine. Why don't you send someone to Baicaotang to buy some after dawn?"
Mo Bufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and thought that the future Princess Yu really didn't miss any opportunity to make a name for her Baicaotang. If people knew that even the Queen had to go there to get medicine, who knows how popular the pharmacy would be.
After the delay caused by the Queen, when Feng Yuheng was finally able to leave the palace, it was already dawn.
Because of the palace banquet last night, today's morning court was cancelled. As soon as Feng Yuheng walked out of the palace gate, he saw the Feng family's carriage parked outside, with a wooden sign with the word "Feng" hanging brightly outside the carriage.
The little palace maid who escorted her out said with a smile, "They must be waiting to take the princess home. After being delayed in the palace for a night, Lord Feng must be anxious."
The little palace maid was just casually saying this in greeting. She had no idea what kind of relationships the Feng family actually had. She just thought that since her daughter had not returned, her family would naturally prepare a car to pick her up.
Feng Yuheng was not so optimistic. She turned her head and looked directly at Feng Chenyu and Qingle who were kneeling in front of the palace gate.
Chenyu's red dress was dirty and wrinkled, and her long hair, which was once as beautiful as a waterfall, was now in disarray. After kneeling all night, her legs could no longer support her body and she could not stand up straight. She almost collapsed on the ground. The black rouge on her face had long been smeared, and some places had stained her original white skin, while others were even darker than before. She looked like a ghost face, and there was no trace of the fairy-like appearance of the eldest daughter of the Feng family as rumored by the outside world.
Looking at Qingle again, her big bald head was exposed in a disgusting way. The pus on her head had festered and stained half of her cheek. She didn't have the strength to wipe it off, so she just let it flow, staining her cheeks, neck and collar.
But Qingle was obviously more energetic than Chenyu. Chenyu stared at the ground with lifeless eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that this was the gate of the palace, she would have fallen asleep long ago. Qingle knelt straight, staring at the palace gate with angry eyes, his hands clenched into fists, and his face was horribly ferocious.
An old maid was standing by the two of them, drinking tea while looking at Qingle with disdain, saying, "It's no use staring inside. You will never be able to enter this palace again in your lifetime. From now on, there will no longer be a person like Prince Ding'an in Dashun. Miss Qingle, you should still hope that the palace will send an order to exempt you from the kneeling punishment soon. If you keep kneeling like this... Tsk tsk, the kneecaps of the former princess can't stand such torture."
The maids in the palace would punish or scold without blinking an eye. With a few words, they would poke at Qingle's scars, making Qingle tremble with anger.
As for Chenyu, the nanny showed a lot of mercy, especially since the carriage of the Feng Mansion was still parked nearby. The fact that Prince Ding'an was demoted to a commoner did not mean that the left prime minister Feng Jinyuan had lost his power. People in the palace always knew how to read people's eyes and adapt. Although they ridiculed Qingle, they did not show Chenyu any displeasure.
Feng Yuheng took two steps towards where they were kneeling. The old nanny who had been scolding Qingle saw her coming and quickly put the teacup on the table, stood up and trotted over to greet her. Before she even got close, she smiled and said flatteringly, "This old servant greets Princess Yu!"
The call of "Princess Yu" made Chenyu and Qingle turn their eyes towards her.
After this palace banquet, after the Emperor and Empress personally approved of this future daughter-in-law, and after Emperor Tianwu directly asked Feng Yuheng to call him Father, who would dare not acknowledge her as the Ninth Prince's principal wife?
Feng Yuheng was not polite. She looked at the old lady and bowed deeply. Then she raised her hand slightly and said, "Madam, please stand up."
Before the old lady could stand up, at this moment, a sharp female voice suddenly rose from not far away - "Feng Yuheng! I will kill you!" [End of this chapter]
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