The letter was written by Feng Yuheng and sent to the Sixth Prince Xuan Tianfeng. Because it was written on the cover that it was for Xiangrong, it was forwarded to the embroidery shop. [Yankuaikanshu's new domain name..., first letter, previously registered accounts can still be used]
The one who delivered the letter was an attendant of Xuan Tianfeng. After he came in, he handed the letter to Xiangrong. He tilted his head and saw Xuan Tianyi standing next to him. He was shocked and asked in a daze, "Fourth Prince, you didn't escape from the capital, did you?"
Xuan Tianyi was so angry that he slapped the follower on the head: "Why are you running away? Have you ever heard of someone escaping to a place like this to attract attention?"
"Then why are you here?" The attendant held his head with a bitter look on his face. "Everyone knows that you were punished by the emperor to be detained. Not to mention the capital, you can't even leave the palace. How could you suddenly appear here?"
"It was my father who asked me to come!" Xuan Tianyi said with a sullen face, "The third young lady of the Feng family is my master. Now that my master has run away, how can I, as her apprentice, not follow her? Otherwise, who will teach me the craft? Don't worry, just tell your Sixth Prince. If he doesn't believe it, he can write a letter to the capital to ask if it was my father who gave me the nod. Oh, by the way, remember to ask my sixth brother to come over here to see me. Now that my fourth brother is here, he should at least show some appreciation."
The little attendant nodded and asked Xiangrong, "Miss San, do you see anything important in the letter? If not, I will go back and report to His Highness. If so, I will also report to His Highness so that we can discuss it."
It was a normal sentence, but looking at Xiangrong's expression, her face suddenly fell, and she looked sad. Xuan Tianyi and the little follower were puzzled, not understanding what was going on. Xuan Tianyi was quite straightforward, and directly snatched the letter from Xiangrong's hand, then took a look and said to the follower casually: "Oh, it's nothing, just a dead person, Feng Jinyuan is dead."
The little attendant thought for a long time before reacting, and couldn't help but be shocked. Feng Jinyuan, isn't that the father of Princess Ji'an and Miss Feng San! Although I heard that their relationship was not good, they were blood relatives after all. He died suddenly, no wonder Miss Feng San had such an expression. For a moment, he didn't know how to persuade him. It was not right to leave, and it was not right not to leave.
However, Xuan Tianyi rescued him. He drove people to the door, opened the door and said, "Go back and tell your Sixth Prince the truth. Tell him not to worry about this. I'll take care of everything." After that, he pushed the little follower out of the door and slammed the door of the shop shut.
In general, this letter was Feng Yuheng informing Feng Xiangrong of the death of Feng Jinyuan and Yao, as well as the changes before their death. Feng Yuheng described them fairly, but did not express any of his own opinions. Instead, he let Xiangrong think about it herself. It also depends on how much affection she still has for her father.
After Xuan Tianyi sent the little attendant away, he quietly returned to Xiangrong, and quietly sent away the guards who followed him and the maids around Xiangrong. It was not until they were the only two left in the shop that he spoke: "If you feel sad, just cry. You should cry when your father dies, even though your father is really not that good."
Feng Xiangrong knew that Feng Jinyuan was not a good father, but he was her father after all. She thought, should she cry? After a long while of emotion, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes, but found that no tears fell. She was helpless and said with a bitter face: "I can't cry, am I cold-blooded?"
Xuan Tianyi shook his head: "Feng Jinyuan did this himself, how can I blame you. If you don't believe me, write to your second sister and ask her if she shed tears when Feng Jinyuan died."
Xiangrong smiled bitterly, "Of course he didn't. Second sister's relationship with father is even more strained. What father did to second sister makes her unworthy of calling him father. But he was lucky to have second sister by his side before he died. He went to the South Realm with Madam Yao and Fu Ya before, so even if he died, there wouldn't be anyone to collect his body." Xiangrong said, and looked at the letter again, "Second sister said that he suddenly repented before he died, but it's too late. If he had understood that truth earlier, the Feng family wouldn't have lived like this. You don't know, in fact, the Feng family was pretty good before, but that kind of goodness was only before second sister was sent to the northwest, and only when Madam Yao was the mistress of the Feng family. Later, when the mistress became Shen, everything changed."
She let out a long sigh, and countless emotions rose in her heart. For a moment, all the memories about Feng Mansion since she could remember came flooding back, and she shed a few tears.
Xuan Tianyi was not very good at comforting a crying woman. He vaguely remembered that Bu Nishang had cried in front of him several times before. He gritted his teeth and endured it, but finally he could no longer bear it and walked away, but he never said a word of comfort. But now that Xiang Rong was crying, he couldn't help but raise his arm and wiped her tears with his sleeves, and said very naturally: "Don't cry, it's all over, won't you have a good life in the future!"
Xiangrong's crying method was different from Bu Nishang's. Bu Nishang cried and acted like a spoiled child, and complained while acting like a spoiled child. Xiangrong just sat there, her body straight, without making any sound, tears falling like beads, seemingly calm, but particularly distressing.
Xuan Tianyi felt that he was really distressed, but he really didn't know how to persuade him. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "How about I sing a song for you?"
Xiang Rong burst out laughing, and the sadness caused by Feng Jinyuan's death was diluted a lot. She sighed helplessly and said, "I'm not sad, but because of blood ties, tears flowed unconsciously. It's a natural reaction of the body and has nothing to do with my mood. But no matter what, I have to thank you for not being alone when I learned that my father had passed away. That would be miserable!"
Xuan Tianyi laughed again: "That's right! My little master should be happy. Feng Jinyuan didn't give you a good life when he was alive. What impact will his death have on you? Anyway, the Feng family is like this, it's no different from being dead. In my opinion, why not bring your mother here as well? Didn't Feng Yuheng prepare a house for you? Bring it over and let you two live together, how great!"
Xiangrong then reacted, "Yes! My father is dead, and my mother is a concubine. She is not included in the file or the family tree, so she is naturally free now." She finally had some motivation and thought about bringing An to Ji'an County.
Seeing that she had regained her spirits, Xuan Tianyi nodded with a smile, expressing his satisfaction. Feng Jinyuan is dead? That's good. He had always disliked that old man, and thought that if that old man bullied his young master again, he would send him to the west. "Don't worry!" Xuan Tianyi said to Xiangrong happily, "I will send someone back to the capital to pick up the lady tomorrow morning. Leave this matter to me!"
With the arrival of the troubled Fourth Prince, life was very lively. In the capital, Feng Fendai also received a letter from Feng Yuheng from the Southern Territory. Along with the letter, there was also a porcelain jar containing Feng Jinyuan's ashes.
Feng Yuheng's letter to Fendai was even simpler, and it simply described some things about Feng Jinyuan's life and death. However, another letter sent together was more affectionate. It was written by Feng Jinyuan to Fendai before his death. He drank with Xuan Tianming that night, and gave it to Xuan Tianming, asking him to deliver it to Fendai.
The letter was written with great emotion to make Fendai see the situation clearly, to think more about the Feng family where she grew up, to care more about the blood relationship, and not to go against her second sister. It also told Fendai that only by following her second sister could she live a good life and spend the rest of her life in peace.
When Fendai read the two letters, her face was expressionless, as if she was reading letters from a stranger, which had nothing to do with her. The maid Dongying asked, "Miss, what does the letter say?"
She then responded calmly: "Nothing, just told me that Feng Jinyuan is dead."
"What?" Dongying was shocked. "Master, is he...dead?"
"Well." Fen Dai said calmly, "Don't make a fuss. It's only a matter of time. With the way he's been doing things, it's strange that he doesn't die. Humph!" She stood up and snorted, "To join the Eighth Prince? To help a fake daughter? How could he think of such a thing and do such a thing! He doesn't care about me, the biological daughter of the prince's wife, but he cares about a fake daughter who has nothing to do with him. What's the point of such a person living? In my opinion, he died too late. He should have died earlier, so as not to tarnish the reputation of the Feng Mansion."
After that, she laughed twice in disappointment and said self-deprecatingly, "Feng Mansion? There is no Feng Mansion now. I used to think this mansion was so small. I felt shabby when I first moved in. But now it seems so big. I live in an empty house by myself. Even if I have more servants, it can't bring back the prosperity of the Feng family. Dongying!" She called the maid beside her, "Tomorrow you can ask someone to take down the plaque at the door! This is no longer the Feng Mansion."
"Then what should we replace it with?" Dongying was also a little sad. Such a big family, just disbanded like that?
Fendai couldn't think of what to put on the plaque, so she just said, "Leave it empty for now, don't hang anything, and wait until I think about it. Or maybe just don't hang it in the future. Most people in Beijing know who lives in this mansion. I seldom interact with outsiders, and basically no one comes to visit except regular customers. A plaque is dispensable."
Dong Ying wanted to persuade her a little more, so she said, "What if the Third Young Miss or the Second Young Master comes back in the future? And Aunt An, would you like to reconsider this?"
"They?" Fendai smiled bitterly, "They won't come back, don't worry! I'm the only one left here, the Feng family no longer exists, even if we set fire to this house, no one will say a word." She was a little absent-minded, stumbling into the yard, looking around, and suddenly laughed. After a while, she continued, "I used to fantasize that the Feng family was the only one in power, and everyone was around me. One day I would step on them one by one! Now, the Feng family is indeed the only one in power, but I didn't expect it to be like this. It turns out that gaining means losing, so if I want more, what will I lose?"
Her eyes were cold and narrowed, and she suddenly rushed into the hall again, picked up Feng Jinyuan's urn and walked out. When she reached the street, she lifted the urn high and threw it to the ground fiercely.
Suddenly a wind came and blew away the ashes without leaving a single grain.
"I didn't keep him when he was alive, so I don't want him after he dies! Throw him away! It's all over from now on!" Fen Dai did as Xuan Tianming said and scattered Feng Jinyuan's ashes!
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