In an instant, Feng Yu Heng readjusted her emotions, her face returning to normal.
But even like this, it did not escape the eyes of the two people.
One was Xuan Tianming, and the other was Xuan Tianhua.
"Recently, will you be going to the military camp more often?" Xuan Tianhua tilted his head and quietly asked.
At this time, Lord Ding An was kowtowing to Emperor Tianwu for the last time, marking the end of his life as a prince.
"Yes." Xuan Tianming's face sank slightly, changing into a dignified expression.
In the hall, someone had already "invited" Lord Ding An out. The only prince of the Dashun court with a different surname had died of old age at this year's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
As for Wang Nuo, who had just been conferred the title of prince horse, he had also lost his position with the fall of Lord Ding An's family. All that was left was an ugly wife.
"The Bu family suffered such a calamity today. Thinking about it, Bu Cong should have returned. I cannot help you with the military camp. You should be more careful with your own matters. That girl … I fear she will not have many good days left. "
"Hmph!" Xuan Tianming sneered. "When have her days ever been good? It's fine. Seventh Brother, do not worry. "
Feng Yu Heng naturally did not know what the two were talking about. She only noticed that they were both looking at her with concern, causing her heart to warm up slightly.
With the banquet becoming like this, no matter what, it could not continue.
Everyone stood up and knelt, waiting for Tianwu to announce the end of the banquet.
Tianwu no longer had any energy. Waving his hand, he dismissed everyone. But just as Feng Yu Heng was about to leave with everyone else, he called out: "Heng girl, Zhen's head hurts a little. You should stay for now!"
Feng Yu Heng did not know why Tianwu wanted her to stay behind, so she could only stop in her tracks and reply: "Yes." She then saw Feng Jin Yuan's pleading gaze. She knew that her father wanted her to speak up for Chen Yu.
Feng Yu Heng did not care about Chen Yu's mess. Although she was also a member of the Feng family, the imperial family clearly had no intention of placing the blame on her, thus she did not want to cause trouble.
Seeing that Feng Yu Heng did not even look at him, Feng Jin Yuan became anxious and could not help but quietly call out: "Heng Heng."
She frowned and glanced at him. She felt that this father was really shameless. Based on Feng Jin Yuan's intelligence as the court's prime minister, it was impossible for him to not be able to tell what sort of play Chen Yu and Qing Le were putting on, yet he still wanted her, the victim, to plead for leniency. This bias was truly detestable to the heavens.
"Father." Her voice was soft and emotionless. "What would happen if that cat appeared in my hands?"
Feng Jin Yuan was startled and was unable to respond for a while.
When he looked back at Feng Yu Heng, he saw that his second daughter had already walked towards the throne. The emperor was looking at her with a fatherly smile.
At this moment, Feng Jin Yuan felt that he was an outsider. That child was not his daughter at all, and he did not feel the slightest obligation as a father to her.
He bowed and retreated, fleeing from Liu Li courtyard. Quickly catching up with the crowd, he hid in the crowd.
The Emperor only glanced in the direction that Feng Jin Yuan had left in from the corner of his eye then looked away. It was as though he had not seen anything, as he said to Feng Yu Heng: "Heng girl, accompany Us for a walk."
The moon was full. Dashun's capital had four distinct seasons. The cold winds of mid-autumn caused people to shiver.
Tianwu's personal eunuch, Zhang Yuan, draped a cloak over Tianwu, and a palace maid draped one over Feng Yu Heng. She just silently followed behind Tianwu until they reached the gates of Winter Moon Palace.
Emperor Tianwu finally stopped and raised his hand. Zhang Yuan tactfully brought all the palace servants and Huang Quan away, leaving only Feng Yu Heng and Tianwu.
Feng Yu Heng was a little curious about the matter between Tianwu and Consort Yun. Such a willful imperial concubine was actually able to cause Tianwu to keep thinking about her for so many years. If there was no special story between the two, she would not believe it no matter what was said.
Tonight, Tianwu had asked her to stay and brought her to the gates of Winter Moon Palace. Feng Yu Heng secretly guessed that it was possible that the Emperor did not have many people to talk to on a normal day, especially when it came to Consort Yun. Based on Xuan Tianming's personality, thinking about it, Tianwu had no way of talking to him. Thinking about it, it was only her, his future daughter-in-law, who could talk to him.
Feng Yu Heng took a few steps forward with a gossipy heart. Looking at Tianwu, she waited for him to discuss some private matters with her.
Who knew that Tianwu really turned his head to look at her. He opened his mouth and asked, "Can Ming's leg be cured?"
Feng Yu Heng was taken aback. It took her a long time to come back to her senses. She said in a daze, "Of course it can be cured."
"Hahaha!" Tianwu suddenly laughed, "Zhen knew it. Zhen knew that those imperial physicians were all quacks. Only the descendants of the Yao Family can be relied on."
Feng Yu Heng blinked. Descendants of the Yao Family? En, that's not bad. Although she had not seen the people of the Yao Family, according to the memories of the original owner, the Yao Family in the Barren State far away was much more humane compared to the Feng Family. Especially her grandfather, Yao Xian, who was the person that Feng Yu Heng wanted to see.
"The imperial physicians told Zhen that Ming's leg could not be cured. Zhen was very distressed." The Emperor's gaze once again turned in the direction of Winter Moon Palace. He just muttered to himself with a heavy voice, "But Ming 'er told Us that he will definitely be able to stand up again as long as he marries you. This is why Zhen agreed to let Ming marry the daughter of the Feng Family. "
Feng Yu Heng understood.
Thinking about it, the emperor was not happy about this marriage. He only nodded in order to make Xuan Tianming better.
She thought for a long time and only said one sentence: "Heng is the daughter of the Yao Family."
Tianwu nodded. It was clear that he was very satisfied with her answer. His face finally relaxed a bit.
Since Xuan Tianming's illness was mentioned, Feng Yu Heng really wanted to hear the emperor ask her if that place could be cured. After all, the rumors outside were correct. She did not receive an actual answer from Xuan Tianming, so she was always worried.
But after waiting for a long time, Tianwu only looked at Winter Moon Palace and did not want to mention anything else.
She couldn't help but take the initiative to ask: "Your Highness' face … …"
"That's not a problem." Tianwu waved his hand, "As long as Ming's leg can be cured, Zhen has nothing to worry about."
Feng Yu Heng also let out a sigh of relief. She deliberately asked about the face under the golden mask, but Tianwu's answer reassured her. Thinking about it, that place should be fine.
The two did not speak again. Feng Yu Heng accompanied Tianwu to look at Winter Moon Palace for half the night before Tianwu gave the order to return to Zhao He's sleeping quarters.
Feng Yu Heng was invited by Mo Bufan to check the Empress' pulse again.
She knew that checking the pulse was not the goal. Mo Bufan definitely wanted to swindle some pills from her again. The Empress was too frightened. She naturally had pills to calm her mind, but she did not want to take them out.
Seeing Mo Bufan's expectant gaze, Feng Yu Heng bowed slightly to the Empress on the phoenix couch, saying: "Today, I entered the palace for a banquet. Heng did not expect that something like this would happen, so I did not prepare any medicine. How about Sir Mo send someone to Hundred Herb Hall to buy some after daybreak? "
Mo Bufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He only knew that the future Royal Consort Yu really would not let go of any opportunity to earn a reputation for her Hundred Herb Hall. If people knew that even the Empress had to go and get medicine, who knew how popular a medicine hall would become.
After being delayed by the Empress, Feng Yu Heng was finally able to leave the imperial palace. The sky was already bright.
Because of last night's banquet, morning court was canceled. When Feng Yu Heng exited the palace, she saw the Feng family's carriage parked outside. Outside the carriage, a wooden sign with the word "Feng" was hung.
The palace maid that sent her out smiled and said: "They must be waiting to bring princess home. After being delayed in the palace for an entire night, Lord Feng must be worried."
The palace maid was just casually making small talk. She did not know at all what sort of relationship the Feng family had. She only knew that a daughter had not returned, so the family would naturally prepare a carriage to pick her up.
Feng Yu Heng, however, was not so optimistic. She turned her head and looked straight at Feng Chen Yu and Qing Le kneeling in front of the palace's gates.
Chen Yu's red dress was dirty and wrinkled. Her beautiful hair, which was like a waterfall, was now completely disheveled. After kneeling for an entire night, her legs could no longer support her body. She was no longer able to stand straight, as she was practically sitting on the ground. The black blush on her face had long since become smudged. In some places, her original white skin had returned, while in other places, it was even darker than before. It looked like a ghost's face. Where was the fairy-like appearance of the Feng family's daughter to the first wife?
Looking again at Qing Le, her bald head was disgustingly exposed. The pustules on her head had turned into pus, staining half her face. She did not have the strength to wipe it off, so she just let it flow. From her face to the base of her neck, even her collar was stained.
But Qing Le's mental state was clearly better than Chen Yu's. Chen Yu's eyes were staring straight at the ground. She had long lost her spirit. If it were not for this being the entrance to the imperial palace, perhaps she would have already fallen asleep. As for Qing Le, she remained kneeling with her back straight. Her eyes angrily stared towards the palace's entrance. Her hands were tightly clenched into fists, and her face was frighteningly fierce.
There was an old granny standing guard at their side. While sitting and drinking tea, she looked at Qing Le's appearance and disdainfully said: "No matter how much you stare inside, it's pointless. You will never be able to enter this imperial palace again in this lifetime. From this day forward, our Dashun no longer has a person called Lord Ding An. Qing Le girl, you should hope that an imperial decree will come from the palace soon to exempt you from kneeling. If you continue to kneel like this … tsk tsk, how could the knees of the former golden branch and jade leaf endure this sort of torment. "
Regardless of whether it was punishment or scolding, the grannies from the palace did not even bat an eyelid. With just a few words, they poked at Qing Le's scars, causing Qing Le's entire body to tremble in anger.
As for Chen Yu, the granny left her with quite a bit of face, especially since the Feng manor's carriage was still parked to the side. Lord Ding An had been demoted to a commoner, but that did not mean that the left prime minister, Feng Jin Yuan, had no power. The people of the palace always knew how to read the situation and knew how to be flexible. Although they were extremely sarcastic towards Qing Le, they did not give Chen Yu the slightest bit of face.
Feng Yu Heng walked a couple steps towards where they were kneeling. The granny that had been scolding Qing Le saw her walk over and quickly put down the cup of tea in her hand. She stood up and trotted over to greet her. Before she even got close, she put on a smiling face and flattered: "This old servant pays respects to Royal Consort Yu!"
The mention of Royal Consort Yu caused Chen Yu and Qing Le's gazes to both turn towards her.
After this banquet, the Emperor and the Empress had personally acknowledged this future daughter-in-law, and the Emperor Tianwu had directly allowed Feng Yu Heng to call him father Emperor. Who would dare not recognize her as the official princess of the Ninth Prince?
Feng Yu Heng did not hold back, as she watched the granny perform a grand salute. Only then did she slightly raise her hand: "Granny, please rise."
Before the old granny could get up, it was at this time that a sharp female voice came from not too far away "Feng Yu Heng! I will kill you! "
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