"Your Highness …" Wanyan Hong's confidant He Jing came to his side and whispered a few words in his ear.
"Oh? Invite him in! "
As soon as he came in, he knelt down and respectfully kowtowed to Wanyan Hong, "This servant greets Your Highness the Crown Prince for a thousand years!"
"Rise! Grant him a seat! " Wanyan Hong seemed to enjoy this "Long live Your Highness the Crown Prince." He didn't look like someone who had been imprisoned at all. Instead, he seemed to treat the Southern Courtyard as his former Eastern Palace.
"Your Highness, I've brought a message from the Prime Minister." The steward repeated Mu Hua's words to Wanyan Hong. This housekeeper had a very good memory. Mu Hua only said it once and he could "recite" it word for word.
Because of Wanyan Hong's special identity and the fact that he was imprisoned in the southern courtyard, Mu Hua didn't choose to use letters to communicate. Instead, he had the housekeeper deliver his words so that even if someone found out, they wouldn't be able to find anything.
"Not bad! You are indeed the Prime Minister! "
Wanyan Hong's eyes darkened when he heard about the alliance between Mu Hua and Longze Jingtian. When Wanyan Lie abdicated and Wanyan Jie ascended to the throne, he knew that Feng Cang must have done something. But he never expected that Feng Cang didn't become the Emperor himself and instead recommended his son to be the Emperor.
Father, you are such a smart person but you still fell into Feng Cang's hands. Aren't you still a prisoner? Wanyan Hong stood up and walked to the housekeeper to give him some instructions. The housekeeper nodded.
"Go back and tell Prime Minister Mu that when I become the Emperor, the Mu Clan will be on equal footing with the royal family!"
"Yes! This servant will go back now! "
After the housekeeper left, He Jing came to Wanyan Hong's side, "Your Highness, is Mu Hua reliable?"
"Regardless of whether he is reliable or not, this prince has the pure blood of the royal family. He wants to rally the entire country? Who would listen to him! Mu Hua is a smart man. He knows what's best for him! "
Sure enough, Wanyan Hong's guess was right. When the housekeeper passed on Wanyan Hong's words to Mu Hua, Mu Hua couldn't help but nod.
Seeing his master like this, the housekeeper was a little puzzled. "Prime Minister, why don't you become the emperor yourself?"
"Heh, me becoming the emperor?" Mu Hua shook his head. "Not to mention my age, I don't have the bloodline of a royal family. Besides, I have nothing but my old life now. So what if I get the throne and become the Emperor? "
"The only thing I want is to avenge Yu Die! I, Mu Hua, have lived a glorious life, but because of the feather butterfly, I was cheated once. This humiliation, this hatred, even if I die, I will return it! "
It was only the first day of the New Year, but so many dark things happened. However, the people in the Prince Regent's Mansion did not notice that a conspiracy was coming. The Prince Regent's Mansion was full of joy because of the birth of the little heir.
"Little brother blew bubbles at me!" After all, Wan Yanjie was young and had never been in contact with a baby. Now that he saw Feng Xiao's pink and tender appearance, he liked it very much. Ever since Feng Xiao was born, he had been by his side and refused to leave, let alone return to the imperial palace.
"Jie 'er likes little brother very much!" Seeing how close Wan Yanjie and Feng Xiao were, Dongfang Lan was very happy. Whether Wan Yanjie would become a wise or mediocre emperor in the future, she hoped that Wan Yanjie would be able to protect Feng Cang and Feng Qiqi's child. Speaking of which, there was some selfishness in this. In Dongfang Lan's eyes, Feng Qiqi was much closer to her than Wan Yanjie, so she would naturally side with her.
"I like little brother very much, and little brother likes me very much too!"
Wan Yanjie's childish words made the people around him laugh again. Su Yue walked over and said, "Your Majesty, the little heir is going to sleep!"
"Mm!" Even though he was reluctant to leave his little brother, Wan Yanjie restrained his feelings and let Su Yue carry him away.
"Empress Dowager, Your Majesty, it's getting late." Aunt Qing, who was serving Dongfang Lan, said. Only then did Dongfang Lan realize that it was getting dark. She turned around and gave Feng Xie and Wanyan Mingyue a few words before leaving the Prince Regent's Mansion with the reluctant Wanyan Jie.
"Grandmother and Jie 'er have left?" Feng Qiqi, who had slept for the entire afternoon, finally woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Cang leaning on the pillow and looking at little Feng Xiao gently.
"Qingqing, you're awake? Does it still hurt? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? "
Feng Cang was elated to see that Feng Qiqi had woken up. Feng Qiqi was in a deep sleep, frowning and moaning from time to time. Feng Cang was a little worried that Feng Qiqi was in pain, but he could not bear to wake her up when he saw her sleeping so soundly. So, he could only stay by her side and wait for her to wake up.
"I'm hungry. I want to eat dumplings." Feng Qiqi's entire body was aching, especially the pain coming from her lower body. She was covered in sweat when she moved slightly.
"Alright, I'll get someone to prepare it! Don't move! "
Feng Cang wiped the sweat off Feng Qiqi's forehead. Even though Feng Qiqi had a good foundation in martial arts, giving birth was a serious matter, and she had suffered a lot this time.
Su Mei brought over the crystal dumplings that she had cooked not too long ago. Dumplings were also eaten during the New Year in Beizhou. Feng Qiqi was upset that she did not get to eat dumplings during the New Year's Eve because of her relapse last night. So, the first thing she did when she was hungry was to eat dumplings.
"Slow down! Be careful!" Right now, Feng Cang was a perfect husband. He carefully helped Feng Qiqi up, put on her clothes, buttoned them up, and wrapped her up tightly. Then, he scooped up a crystal dumpling from the bowl and blew on it gently. Feng Cang looked at Feng Qiqi and Feng Cang.
Feng Cang's crimson lips looked exceptionally seductive under the layer of steam that covered the dumplings. When the spoon in his hand reached Feng Qi's mouth, Feng Qi forgot to open her mouth. All she could do was stare at Feng Cang's lips.
"Qingqing, don't you think your husband is a feast for the eyes?" Feng Cang's handsome face moved forward, and Feng Qiqi finally reacted. In order to avoid Feng Cang's burning gaze, Feng Qiqi immediately lowered her head and put the crystal dumpling in her mouth. "Yes, yes! It's delicious!"
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