"call out……"
After a whooshing sound, the drop of ink landed steadily on the back of Poyue's hand.
Po Yue: "..."
The yellow cloth used to write the imperial edict was spotless.
Po Yue coldly replied, "Are you trying to die?"
Canfeng landed beside the desk, glanced at Poyue, and bowed to Yuanyao: "Princess, Feng Nanqi has woken up."
woke up?
Yuan Yao didn't react immediately: "Who woke up?"
Canfeng said, "Your Highness, Feng Nanqi has awakened."
Feng Nanqi has woken up??
Yuan Yao looked up and let out a long sigh of relief.
She almost cried: "This is wonderful!"
She no longer needs to forge a decree of succession!
"But..." Canfeng hesitated, "It seems I've been exposed..."
Yuan Yao: "???"
Yuan Yao looked at Can Feng in surprise: "He found out about you?"
Canfeng nodded: "When I went down there, he was unconscious."
Because he suffered from a heart ailment, his subordinates dared not use drugs on him, so they took advantage of his unconsciousness to transfer their internal energy into him.
Unexpectedly, he woke up after losing very little internal energy.
His subordinate left quickly, but... he saw his subordinate's mask.
Yuan Yao: "..."
It was so unexpected.
Yuan Yao reassured her, "It's alright, it doesn't matter if you see it. You don't usually show your face, and besides, we'll be leaving Xiqiu soon."
"Mm." Canfeng nodded.
Po Yue grabbed the writing brush: "Should we still write the imperial edict?"
Canfeng also looked at Yuan Yao.
Yuan Yao looked at the yellow cloth: "Write!"
Since Feng Nanqi is not dead, she should take action against Feng Huan.
Let him be arrogant!
Yuan Yao picked up the painting from the ground, held the scroll, and said to Po Yue, "Write it like this..."
Po Yue wrote with lightning speed.
The imperial edict was completed very quickly.
Po Yue put away the scroll, rolled it up again, and placed it in the wooden box.
Yuan Yao carried a wooden box in one hand and a scroll in the other as she left Wangyue Pavilion.
Upon seeing her, Feng Huan said unhappily, "Princess Yuan Yao, you are too slow."
Yuan Yao looked at Feng Huan: "Since Your Highness Feng finds me slow, why don't you go and get it yourself?"
Feng Huan's lips twitched slightly.
Feng Huan put the fan handle to his lips, coughed lightly, stroked his hair and beard, and instructed, "Feng Xun, come and get this wooden box."
After he finished speaking, he gave a wink.
The guards stepped aside and released Feng Xun.
Feng Xunyue's white robes were stained with dust, and his face was also covered in it.
Moreover, his fair face had some marks from the pebbles on the ground, which were red and looked painful.
Fortunately, he was not injured.
Yuan Yao hugged the wooden box tightly: "Second Prince Feng, Feng Xun has been lying on the ground for so long, his hands must not be able to hold it steadily."
I'll carry this wooden box for him.
"You?" Feng Huan looked Yuan Yao up and down.
As if he had thought of something, Feng Huan smiled and said, "That's fine too."
After saying that, he walked towards Feng Nanqi's bedroom.
A tall guard reached out and gave Feng Xun a push: "Follow me!"
Feng Xun's lips were slightly pale, and she frowned.
He looked at Yuan Yao with concern.
Yuan Yao waved the painting and winked at him.
A sly smile dispelled Feng Xun's worries.
Feng Xun pinched his fingers together in his palm, and Chong Yuanyao nodded.
At this moment, Feng Huan turned around, his gaze shifting back and forth between Feng Xun and Yuan Yao.
Yuan Yao looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Second Prince Feng, is something the matter?"
Feng Huan waved his fan, his hair and beard brushing lightly: "It's nothing, let's hurry up."
The sleeping quarters.
As soon as Feng Huan stepped into the palace, he said in a pretentious, tearful voice, "Father, your son has returned..."
Behind the screen, on the bed, there wasn't a sound.
Feng Huan tried to look behind the screen, but found that he couldn't see anything.
The entire hall was filled with a deathly stillness.
Huairou and Xie Zhi stood up from their chairs: "Yao'er, Fengxun, you're finally back!"
Upon seeing Feng Xun dressed in gray, Huai Rou was startled: "Feng Xun, what happened to you...?"
Feng Xun shook her head at her.
Huairou immediately shut up.
Xie Zhi was extremely nervous and strode over to Yuan Yao's side: "Little Yao'er, are you alright?"
Yuan Yao smiled at him: "I'm fine."
Feng Xun looked towards the screen and asked, "How is my father?"
At that moment, Eunuch Hong's voice came from behind the screen: "Is it His Highness the Third Prince who has returned outside?"
“It’s me,” Feng Xun replied.
Eunuch Hong said, "Third Prince, come in and speak."
"Yes," Feng Xun replied, and lifted his foot to walk behind the screen.
Suddenly, Feng Huan held his folding fan in front of him: "Wait."
Feng Xun frowned in displeasure.
Feng Huan raised his voice and said, "Eunuch Hong, how is Father Emperor? Even if he were to see him, shouldn't I, the second son, see him first?"
Feng Xun is still young, we mustn't frighten him..."
"Bang!"
The white porcelain medicine bowl was thrown heavily onto the screen, shattering into pieces on the floor.
The priceless screen was also stained with the medicine.
"presumptuous!"
Feng Nanqi's voice came from behind the screen.
Whether it was the effect of the medication or because Canfeng had channeled his inner energy into him, his voice actually sounded quite energetic...
Upon hearing this voice, Feng Huan's expression changed.
Feng Huan, holding a fan, pushed Feng Xun aside and went around the screen: "Father, Father, you've finally woken up! Your son was so worried about you!"
Yuan Yao: "..."
play!
Keep going!
Trash!
Huairou hurried over and helped Feng Xun up: "Feng Xun, are you alright?"
Feng Xun's face paled slightly, and she shook her head at Huai Rou: "I'm fine, don't worry."
Huairou's eyes reddened slightly: "Your face..."
Feng Xun smiled gently at her and asked, "Huairou, may I borrow your handkerchief?"
Handkerchief?
Huairou was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.
She quickly took out a snow-white handkerchief she always carried with her and handed it to Feng Xun: "Here, let me wipe it for you."
As she spoke, she gently wiped the dust off Feng Xun's face through her handkerchief.
"Thanks."
Feng Xun looked at Huai Rou, his smile growing even gentler.
Yuan Yao stood to the side, watching this heartwarming scene, her smile unconsciously turning sweeter.
I'm blown away!
I never expected that she could still get into a fight at a time like this!
Suddenly, Feng Nanqi's voice came from the bedchamber: "Everyone outside... come in..."
Call them?
Huairou quickly put away the handkerchief.
Yuan Yao hugged the wooden box tightly, took a few steps with her short legs, and walked to Feng Xun's side: "Wait a moment, cooperate with me."
Feng Xun nodded: "Okay."
Yuan Yao followed behind Feng Xun with her head down.
Passing around the screen, on the bed, Feng Nanqi was leaning against the edge of the bed drinking medicine.
His hair was disheveled, and he looked haggard.
After finishing the bowl of medicine, Feng Nanqi handed the bowl to Eunuch Hong before turning his head to the side.
His gaze landed precisely on Yuan Yao's hand.
Yuan Yao: "..."
She had a feeling that she was being targeted by the wolf king.
My scalp is tingling.
My legs felt weak...
Feng Nanqi clutched his chest, coughed a few times, frowned, and coldly ordered, "Guards, seize her!"
Yuan Yao: "???"
Win her over?
On what grounds?
Yuan Yao gritted her teeth, braced herself, and raised the scroll in her hand: "Wait! Your Majesty, if you arrest me, I will destroy this painting!"
"Your Majesty, won't you even ask how this wooden box and painting ended up in my hands?"
"Father!" Feng Huan suddenly knelt by the bedside and cried out with deep emotion, "Father, I wanted to keep this from you, but my heart is truly tormented..."
Father, Feng Xun is trying to usurp the throne!
He and Princess Yuanyao took away the edict of succession that you had placed in Wangyue Pavilion!
Father, please spare Feng Xun! He's still young and doesn't understand..."
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