The study was filled with a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere.
Feng Ji walked in and saw Fu Junheng sitting behind the sandalwood desk. After reading the envelope in his hand, he casually tossed it aside, raised his eyes slightly, and gave Feng Ji a cold look, saying, "What are you doing here?"
Feng Ji walked over casually, "Let me see how you are doing. You look terrible. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Fu Junheng leaned back in his chair, his body slightly turned to the side, one hand resting on his temple, his eyes lowered, his handsome face somber.
Feng Ji looked at his heartbroken expression; it was hard to imagine that he would be troubled by love.
He casually picked up a letter from the desk and said, "Didn't you just spend the Lantern Festival with Princess Weiyang? What's wrong? Has your relationship not improved?"
Fu Junheng remained silent, offering no response to Feng Ji's question.
Feng Ji glanced at him, then looked down at the letter in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly. "She's going back to the capital."
Fu Junheng lowered his hand, his expression serious, and asked, "What news is there from the palace?"
Feng Ji put down the letter in his hand. "His Majesty is preparing to reorganize the army of the Prince of Libei. He has not yet decided who will be given military power. The court officials are expressing their opinions."
Since the incident involving the King of Libei, the Libei army has not been reorganized. Now that it is being reorganized, it will surely be a bloody battle.
Who do you think is most likely to take over?
"At the moment, it's impossible to be certain; anyone could be involved."
Fu Junheng placed one hand on the table, tapping it up and down with his index finger. His eyes were deep and unfathomable. He slowly said, "Find a way to get Shen Nanzhi to take over."
Feng Ji could clearly see the suppressed anger in his eyes when he said this, which clearly showed that he regarded Shen Nanzhi as a rival in love.
"I just heard some news, but I can't guarantee it."
Fu Junheng raised his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on Feng Ji, and asked, "What news?"
Feng Ji replied, "It seems that the Empress Dowager intends to remarry Princess Weiyang. Princess Weiyang has been invited to the flower viewing banquet in three days. It is possible that the Empress Dowager and the Empress will choose a good match for Princess Weiyang at that time."
The moment the words were spoken.
Fu Junheng's hand suddenly tightened, and his pupils constricted, radiating a chill.
Feng Ji wasn't surprised at all by his reaction. "So what are you really planning to do? Do you want to continue this ambiguous relationship with her without any official status?"
Fu Junheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.
Feng Ji continued, "Mu Chenshuang is not like she used to be. She seems very rational now. Even if she falls for you, you can't give her any promises or a title. When you leave without any worries, she will only be controversial if she stays in the capital. So she will definitely resist you now."
He could roughly guess what was going on between the two of them.
“If you really don’t intend to give her anything, I still advise you to stop thinking about her. This will be good for both you and Princess Weiyang. Think about how useful she was to you in the beginning. Once you return to Shengjing, you might completely forget about her after a while.”
When Feng Ji said these words, his tone was particularly serious.
But once someone like Junheng falls in love, he'll probably find it hard to forget. If he could really forget, he wouldn't keep going back to Mu Chenshuang.
Fu Junheng's eyes were deep and his breathing became heavy.
"Think it through yourself, and make a clean break to avoid getting into trouble."
Feng Ji didn't say anything more. He was in a bad mood and there was no need for him to stay any longer. He had to decide for himself.
Feng Ji turned to leave, only to hear Fu Junheng suddenly ask, "What do you think I can give her?"
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