1845 Love Sorrow, No One in the Harem

Prince Duan was absolutely envious and jealous of Feng Qingchen. As soon as he walked out of the palace, he stared at Feng Qingchen's profile, feeling extremely unfair.

I didn't expect that Lu Yimo had such a great influence on my royal brother. Even her daughter could make my royal brother look at her differently.

For the sake of the eldest princess, the emperor could ignore his Rui'er, which made him think that his brother doted on the eldest princess. Unexpectedly, now for the sake of Lu Yimo's daughter, the emperor could ignore the eldest princess. This is simply unjust.

"You think too much, Your Highness Prince Duan." Prince Duan's gaze was too direct, Feng Qingchen couldn't pretend not to see it, and gave Prince Duan a cold look before getting on the carriage.

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Prince Duan looked at the warhorse not far away, and after thinking about it, he decided to get on the carriage. However, considering the taboo between men and women, Prince Duan did not get in the carriage, but took the driver's seat: "Let's go, I will drive for you today."

"It's my pleasure." Feng Qingchen clearly wanted to hear gossip, but he acted noble and cool. I was really impressed.

"Gee." Prince Duan whipped the horse whip and the carriage moved slowly forward. The creaking sound of the wheels became the best cover. Feng Qingchen and Prince Duan did not have to worry that their conversation would be overheard.

Taking into account that before the Ninth Prince's arrival, Prince Duan still had to protect Feng Qingchen, although Feng Qingchen did not reveal everything, he did not hide too much either.

"The prince has been staring at my profile. He is just wondering how much I resemble my mother in order to make the emperor favor me."

Not many people knew about her mother, and Prince Duan seemed to have never met her mother, otherwise he would have been shocked when he first saw her.

"Yes, I have been thinking about this issue. I once heard that when the emperor was still a prince, he fell in love with a commoner girl. Unfortunately, the girl looked down on the emperor and left for some unknown reason. The emperor went crazy looking for her everywhere for a while and even went out once for this reason. When he came back, he was only breath left. From then on, the emperor, who originally disdained to fight for the throne, was determined to seize power and eventually sat on the throne." Behind every successful man, there is a special woman. Without Lu Yimo, there would be no Emperor Xiling today.

"So, my mother is the mole on the emperor's heart." Feng Qingchen could not have imagined that Emperor Xiling had been so infatuated. For an emperor, infatuation is not a good thing.

"Crimson mole? What does that mean?" Prince Duan slowed down the carriage again, making it clear that he wanted to have a good chat with Feng Qingchen.

It seems that something happened during the day that touched Prince Duan's heartstrings, otherwise a man who had fought on the battlefield would never pay attention to these love affairs.

Feng Qingchen did not intend to touch upon Prince Duan's taboo, and said softly: "It is said that every man has two such women in his life, at least two. If you marry a red rose, over time, the red will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white will still be "the bright moonlight in front of the window"; if you marry a white rose, the white will be a grain of rice stuck on your clothes, and the red will be a cinnabar mole on your heart."

"To the emperor, my mother is the red rose he can't get, and the one he can't get is always the best."

"White Rose, an ordinary woman, can bring warmth to others." Prince Duan's hand holding the reins froze. Feng Qingchen said a bunch of words, but he had to "marry White Rose, and the whiteness will be a grain of rice stuck on your clothes."

His princess, a woman as ordinary as a white rose. He married her, but in the end she became his "bright moon in front of the window", causing his heart to ache every time he thought of her.

"Gee..." Prince Duan no longer had the heart to speak. He raised his whip and ran forward desperately as if someone was chasing him.

The carriage was running too fast and the shaking was extremely uncomfortable. Feng Qingchen frowned but did not say anything to stop it.

Prince Duan was obviously in a bad mood, and she didn't want to bring bad luck to him.

With Prince Duan's quick ride, they spent half the time than before. Feng Jin also woke up. Facing Prince Duan's ugly face, Feng Qingchen kept silent and carried Feng Jin into the house.

Chun Hui and Xue Lang had already returned and were waiting anxiously in the house with Xia Wan. When they saw Feng Qingchen return safely, they clasped their hands together and prayed, "Buddha bless you."

Prince Duan wanted to visit his dead princess twice in one day. One can imagine how depressed he was. He left his guards behind and ran out like a whirlwind. He was about to find a restaurant to get drunk, but he met Xiling Tianyu who came out of the Cui family on the way.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Prince Duan was in a very bad condition. Xiling Tianyu was quite worried and walked out of the sedan chair directly.

"Let's go and have a couple of drinks with the emperor's uncle." Prince Duan was only a few years older than Xiling Tianyu, and the two of them also had common interests, so their friendship was better than that of ordinary people.

Xiling Tianyu wanted to say that Feng Qingchen had warned him not to drink, but seeing Prince Duan like this really made him worried, so he had no choice but to risk his life to accompany the gentleman.

Prince Duan was not a chatterbox, so Xiling Tianyu was more interested in watching him than drinking with him. As soon as Prince Duan arrived at the restaurant, he picked up the wine jar and drank it.

Every man who had fought on the battlefield was a hero when drinking. In the past, Prince Duan would drink ten jars of wine and it would be as if he had drunk nothing. But today, after only five jars, Prince Duan showed signs of drunkenness and lay on the table crying.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Xiling Tianyu was frightened and asked someone to make some hangover medicine, but Prince Duan slapped him away: "I'm not drunk."

"I know you're not drunk, that's good. Uncle, I'll take you back." Xiling Tianyu had a headache and regretted it. Why did he accompany Prince Duan to drink? He should have just dragged him back to Prince Duan's mansion.

"No, I don't want to go back. If I go back, my home will be filled with her, her shadow..." Prince Duan said, tears streaming down his face. "She was the love I got but didn't cherish. In the end, she became the white moonlight I couldn't get..."

Prince Duan covered his face with his hands, tears streaming from his fingers: "Why am I such a bastard, I got her but didn't know how to cherish her. Now she has really become my white moonlight, out of reach."

"Yun Niang... Yun Niang."

Xiling Tianyu didn't understand a word of the chaos at the beginning, until the name Yunniang came out, Xiling Tianyu finally got a clue.

"Isn't this the little imperial aunt's maiden name? Could it be that the imperial uncle is thinking about the imperial aunt?" Xiling Tianyu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

The emperor's uncle actually misses the little emperor's aunt. It's going to rain red rain.

Everyone in the capital knew that Prince Duan hated Princess Duan very much and had said more than once that he wanted to divorce her. Princess Duan existed in name only and was the object of sympathy for all the noblewomen in the capital.

It can be said that Princess Duan was forced to death by Prince Duan. How could Prince Duan want the death of Princess Duan?

"Uncle Royal, what is the White Moonlight?" Xiling Tianyu seriously suspected that Prince Duan had been replaced by a different person, otherwise why would he hold the wine jar, call the little Royal Aunt's name, and say that the little Royal Aunt was the White Moonlight.

"White moonlight, white moonlight is the white rose that can never be obtained." Prince Duan held the wine jar and cried silently. He pieced together what Feng Qingchen said during the day, but the meaning was a million miles away...

Xiling Tianyu was stunned after hearing what he heard. He did not sympathize with Prince Duan. Everything that Prince Duan had suffered today was his own fault. Compared with the little imperial aunt, Prince Duan's suffering was nothing. What bothered him more was that Feng Qingchen seemed to be very interested in becoming a cinnabar mole. Could she want to be the cinnabar mole on the heart of the Ninth Imperial Uncle?

Oh my god!

I have to write a letter to the Ninth Uncle immediately and ask him to think of a plan in advance. Don’t let Feng Qingchen become a thorn in the side of the Ninth Uncle’s heart, leaving him with no one in the harem…