Zhao Cong then realized that Feng'er wasn't trembling because she was sad; the kid was just holding back laughter!
Zhao Cong had a feeling that he had been tricked, but seeing the boy's bright, smiling eyes, he couldn't bear to blame him. He just deliberately put on a cold face and said, "What if I say it wasn't her?"
Feng'er's expression was firm, "Absolutely impossible! It's Qingwan!"
"How can you be so sure?" Zhao Cong narrowed his eyes. There was no way anyone around him could have revealed that Lin Qingwan was still alive. How did Feng'er know?
Cangying and Shen Xu stood outside with grave expressions; the young prince's answer could be said to concern the life and death of the entire Eastern Palace.
Just as everyone held their breath, bracing for the Crown Prince's wrath, Feng'er playfully grabbed Zhao Cong's clothes, saying, "Because Father has a delicate scent on him."
The icy look in Zhao Cong's eyes melted into water in an instant. Before he could speak, Feng'er continued, "The last time I had a nightmare, the night Consort Su came to see me, Father had a delicate fragrance on him when he came back."
"Father was with Qingwan that night."
"Wait, watch your words." Zhao Cong wanted to cover the little rascal's mouth, but he also wanted to call his teacher over to ask how he raised the child!
But Feng'er didn't realize she had said anything wrong, "Father also met Qingwan today!"
"Are you guys doing this behind my back... um!"
Feng'er's mouth was completely covered by Zhao Cong.
But the laughter of the guards could still be heard outside...
Zhao Cong's face flushed red, and he said irritably, "Get out of here."
He could only vent his anger on the guards.
Feng'er stared at him innocently with her big, bright eyes, seemingly aggrieved because her mouth had been covered, and also a little scared because of his sudden change in expression.
Zhao Cong stared at him for a moment, and unsurprisingly, he lost.
He loosened his grip, and Feng'er began to speak again, "Father, I know your good intentions! You saved Qingwan and gave her a new identity, letting her be Feng'er's mother."
He grasped Zhao Cong's large hands with both of his, pressed his little face against his palms, and said, "Father loves Feng'er the most."
"Feng'er will keep this a secret. Qingwan is my birth mother, and Father is our heaven!"
"Is Feng'er right?"
Even in the imperial court, Zhao Cong's gaze had never been so complex. His lips twitched slightly. "...Yes."
I was originally thinking about how to get him to cooperate on this, but I never expected this...
Tsk, if he didn't know that this kid was simple-minded, and if Lin Qingwan didn't want to leave the capital, he would really suspect that the two of them were conspiring behind his back.
If Feng'er weren't still young, and if he weren't yet emperor, this scene would look exactly like a mother and son using a seductive embrace to try and seize his throne.
Feng'er gave him a quick kiss and patted her chest, promising, "I know how you feel about Qingwan, Father. Don't worry! You're so good to me, I'll definitely help you win Qingwan's heart and make her love you as much as I do!"
"From now on, the three of us will be a family, let's live a good life... Mmm!"
Zhao Cong closed his eyes. What a fine child, with a mouth!
The next day, before going to school, Feng'er came over and asked, "Can I see Qingwan today?"
Zhao Cong shook his head. "No."
"When will that be?"
Zhao Cong told him directly, "The wedding is on the eighth day of the month. She will enter the Eastern Palace with Lady Tang."
Feng'er jumped up, "Yay! Daddy and Mommy got married! I finally have a proper status!"
"Tsk." Zhao Cong raised his eyelids and ordered Cang Ying, "Summon his teacher here again!"
What do we learn at school every day?
Youlan Palace.
Su Yun swept the teacup away, "The young prince's birth mother died long ago at the border, how could she possibly be the crown prince's darling!"
"The Crown Prince actually gave her such a prestigious status, why!"
Su Yun had been drinking, and the emotions she had been suppressing surged back, making her face contort with rage. "I raised the young prince when he was little!"
"I am the only one whom the Crown Prince has officially married."
"It's me!"
Su Yun felt like each day was an eternity these past few days. She couldn't change the fact that Tang Yun was going to be the Crown Princess, and she couldn't accept that Lin Qingwan was also trying to get a share of the pie!
"Why did the Crown Prince treat me like this..." Su Yun fell to the ground, covered her face, and cried.
Only then did Cui'er dare to step forward, "Your Highness, please take care of yourself."
"If His Highness knew you said these words, I'm afraid he would dislike you even more."
Su Yun almost choked on her breath, and in desperation, she said, "Then let the Crown Prince deal with me. Anyway, he knows my feelings but still managed to hurt me like this."
"I feel like I'm living a life worse than death."
"Don't talk such discouraging things. It's Miss Tang who's suffering more than death right now. There are plenty of people to help you deal with Lin Qingwan. You don't even need to lift a finger."
Cui'er helped her up and gave her a meaningful reminder.
After calming down for a while, Su Yun wiped away her tears with her sleeve. "Even so, the Crown Prince has been cold-hearted towards me."
Cui'er patiently explained, "The Crown Prince is the heir apparent and will become the ruler of the country in the future. Cold-heartedness is in the nature of an emperor. The harem will never be empty. If Your Majesty collapses now, what will happen in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yun felt a tightness in her chest and could hardly breathe, and had to admit that Cui'er was right.
"If Your Highness wants a secure position, you must please the Crown Prince and do things according to his wishes. Only then will he support you."
Su Yun sniffed. "Going along with the Crown Prince's wishes?"
Cui'er whispered a few more words in Su Yun's ear, and Su Yun's eyes gradually darkened.
Later that evening, Cang Ying relayed a message from Consort Su to Zhao Cong.
"Your Highness, Consort Su asked if she could prepare everything for the young prince's birth mother's wedding to you?"
"Your belongings have been prepared by the Ministry of Rites, but Miss Wan'er is all alone."
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