Yuan Fei's words, "My father is the Right Prime Minister, Feng Qin" almost scared the magistrate to his knees. The maidservant behind him was still lacking in experience and didn't quite understand the meaning behind those words. She stood there with wide eyes, not knowing what was going on.
Feng Yu Heng smiled and "kindly" reminded him: "The so-called Right Prime Minister refers to the current Prime Minister of the Imperial Court, a standard first rank official. In the Imperial Court, he is only below one person and above tens of thousands."
The maidservant's legs trembled and she knelt down with a thump.
Huang Quan coldly snorted, "Do you still want the dessert?"
How could the maidservant dare to ask for the dessert? She only knelt and kowtowed.
Feng Yu Heng glanced at her and didn't say anything. Instead, she gave Wang Chuan a meaningful look. Wang Chuan understood tacitly. He looked at the magistrate with a faint smile and said: "Since you are also an official of Dashun, you don't need to be too reserved. Although my father is a standard first rank official, my family's young master doesn't have any scholarly achievements."
Wang Chuan was very skilled at pretending to be the son of the Right Prime Minister. Feng Yu Heng thought that Wang Chuan must have done something similar in the past. Even that jar of apricot wine had some allusions to it. As soon as she mentioned it, Yuan Fei understood tacitly.
When the magistrate heard Wang Chuan's words, he didn't relax. Although the other party didn't have any scholarly achievements, his reputation was like the shadow of a tree. The current Prime Minister of the Imperial Court was indeed a high official who was only below one person and above tens of thousands! Although he still had some doubts about the identity of this group of people, he thought that it was better to be mistaken than to be negligent. What if it was true? Moreover, even if it wasn't, since the other party dared to pretend to be related to such a high official, they must have some background. In short, he couldn't afford to provoke them.
Feng Yu Heng moved a small chair for the magistrate, "Sir, please sit."
The magistrate immediately nodded his head to express his thanks. Then, his buttocks touched the edge of the chair, and he sat down lightly.
Yuan Fei's expression was gloomy and he didn't want to talk much, so the conversation was left to Wang Chuan. Seeing the magistrate sit down, Wang Chuan indicated to Huang Quan to pass the snacks to the servant girl, and then had Feng Yu Heng place two pieces on the small table next to the magistrate. How could the magistrate dare to eat? He just sat there cautiously, listening to Wang Chuan chat with him. "I wonder where Lord Lu is heading to this time?" Previously, she had heard from Huang Quan that this group of people was going to the North Land. Just now, she had received a signal from Feng Yu Heng, so she deliberately asked.
When the magistrate heard this question, his mind quickly turned. He did his best to search for any information he knew about the relationship between the Right Prime Minister Feng Qin and the Duanmu family in the North Land. He immediately determined that the Right Prime Minister hadn't clearly expressed his position. When the Third Prince lost power, he didn't suppress him, and when he gained power, he didn't seem to have any intention of getting close. As for the other princes, he didn't seem to be very close. Generally speaking, he should be in a neutral position.
After coming to this conclusion, he relaxed slightly and said honestly, "This official is going to the North Land. Governor Duanmu's birthday is coming up, and this official is going to celebrate it." He said this to express his sincerity, and also to use this as a pretext to intimidate.
The servant girl understood his intentions and said, "Our family's Lord Lu's third daughter has married to the North Land. She is Governor Duanmu's twelfth concubine, and is the most favored." When she said this, she was a bit proud. In her opinion, although the Prime Minister was powerful, the North Land was where the Dashun Empire was located. The Duanmu family was like a local tyrant. Since Lord Lu was related to the Duanmu family, his identity naturally wasn't just a simple sixth-level magistrate.
"Oh?" Wang Chuan glanced at magistrate Lu and said with a smile, "So you are Governor Duanmu's father-in-law."
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Magistrate Lu was so scared that his forehead was covered in sweat. He couldn't help but glare at the servant girl and shout, "You talk too much!" Then he said to Wang Chuan, "Young madam is exaggerating. She is only a concubine, how can she be called father-in-law. Young madam, please don't make this official feel unworthy. "
Wang Chuan smiled gently, "Lord Lu seems to be middle-aged. The young miss of your family is probably around the same age as my servant girl, right?" She pointed at Huang Quan. Her tone was relaxed as if she was chatting about daily life.
Magistrate Lu was a bit embarrassed. After a while, he nodded, "My daughter married at the beginning of this year. When she married, she had just … … just reached marriageable age."
"Oh." Wang Chuan nodded. She tilted her head and said to Yuan Fei, "I heard father talk about that Governor Duanmu. It is said that he is already over fifty years old, but he is still strong. His body is still very strong."
Yuan Fei said in a deep voice, "Governor Duanmu guards the North all year round. The icy lands are best for body training. Naturally, his body is strong. He is not lacking in comparison to a forty year old man in the central plains."
"It seems that the North really is a good place." Wang Chuan said with a smile, "It's a pity that we stopped when we reached Qingzhou. It's almost the end of the year. Otherwise, I would really want to go to the North to take a look."
Yuan Fei's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "If madam wants to go, husband can accompany you after the New Year. We can also go to the Duanmu family to ask for a bowl of cold tea from the North to drink."
Wang Chuan's cheeks flushed red and she lowered her head slightly.
However, she didn't know that in magistrate Lu's eyes, this interaction allowed him to relax a bit. At the very least, the young master and young madam didn't seem to dislike the North. Out of respect for Governor Duanmu, they wouldn't embarrass him too much today.
Wang Chuan secretly glanced at Feng Yu Heng. Seeing the other party nod slightly, he smiled and said to magistrate Lu, "The journey to the North is long. I hope magistrate Lu will have a safe journey. It's not good to leave the snacks out for too long. Bring them back for madam to eat. "
Magistrate Lu acted as if he had been pardoned. He quickly got up and said goodbye, bringing the girl out of the cabin. Huang Quan followed them to the cabin door. He leaned against the door and listened for a while. Then, he nodded towards the inside. Wang Chuan finally dared to ask Feng Yu Heng, "Young miss, is there a problem with magistrate Lu?"
Feng Yu Heng shrugged. She found a place to sit down and said, "There is definitely a problem with him, but his problem has nothing to do with us. The reason that I brought him in was to confirm something. Normally speaking, although the matter of the North defecting to the enemy was not announced to the world, once the matter with the third prince came out, officials of all ranks should understand that the Duan Mu family's power has already been lost. Even if a lowly magistrate's mind isn't that nimble, a standard sixth rank official wanting to curry favor with Duan Mu An Guo is a little too difficult. I was wondering how they could have the right to celebrate Duan Mu An Guo's birthday. It turns out that they sent their daughter over to be a concubine. "
Feng Yu Heng furrowed her brow tightly. The more she spoke, the more she felt that something was off. "Because their daughter married into the Duan Mu family, they were able to go and celebrate …" She muttered to herself. Suddenly, her expression changed, "That's not right."
Wang Chuan's group immediately looked at her, as they heard Feng Yu Heng continue: "It's the opposite. A lowly magistrate, the North is so far away, yet he was able to marry his daughter over. Who exactly was the one that pulled the strings for him? Or it could be said that he already had some sort of connection with the Duan Mu family. " Feng Yu Heng's eyes lit up, as she coldly snorted and said: "That's also good. I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to enter the palace. This magistrate Lu's family is a breakthrough."
Huang Quan was puzzled and asked: "Does young miss have some sort of plan?"
Feng Yu Heng waved her hand and stood up, "I definitely have a plan, but … allow me to think about it carefully."
"Don't speak. Allow me to think about it carefully." In the kitchen of Winter Moon Palace, Feng Zirui and Ying Cao were sitting side by side at the stove. Zirui's hands were clasped together. His left hand with the missing pinky was placed below, and the bandage was still wrapped around the finger.
He would be brought to the imperial physician's group every day, and Yao Xian would personally enter the palace to change his bandages. He would then have someone send him back to Winter Moon Palace. After living there for a few days, Zirui felt more and more that something was not quite right with Winter Moon Palace.
He had always been a meticulous child. Ever since he had entered Winter Moon Palace, he had repeatedly wanted to pay respects to Consort Yun, but he had always been rejected. This morning, he had finally agreed, but he had only been allowed to greet her outside the door. Someone inside had agreed, but they had used the excuse of not being awake to send him back inside.
It was not yet nine o 'clock in the morning. Zirui calculated while looking around the small kitchen. No matter what was said, he was still a child from a large family. In the past, even in the Feng manor, when it was around this time, the kitchen would always prepare some midnight snacks for the madams and young misses of the various courtyards. They would either make some sweet soup or prepare some pastries. How noble were the imperial concubines in the palace. No matter what was said, the kitchen should at least prepare some bird's nest, right?
He had been hungry, but in the end, he was living under someone else's roof. If the servants did not prepare some pastries, how could he ask for them? Only then did he think about bringing Ying Cao to the kitchen to steal some. As a result, when he came in to take a look, the kitchen was completely empty. Aside from raw meat and vegetables, there was nothing else.
His stomach grumbled. Ying Cao looked at Zirui and placed her small hand on her stomach. She was also hungry, but why had her little brother brought her to a place like this? There was nothing here at all!
Zirui sat on the stove for a while. He then had a thought and jumped down. His right index finger was raised to his lips, gesturing for Ying Cao to be silent. The two children snuck out of the kitchen. Under Zirui's guidance, they found a corner to hide in. Turning their heads, they could see the courtyard in front of the moon-viewing platform.
Zirui hugged his knees as he sat on the ground. The more he looked, the stranger he felt. Weren't the servants of Winter Moon Palace sleeping a little too early? It was not yet nine o 'clock in the morning, so why was the courtyard so quiet? There was not even a single person walking around? The palace maid was asleep, and his aunt was also asleep. Those hidden guards that were said to be hiding in the shadows had also not appeared. He analyzed the situation. If they were the hidden guards of the princess' residence, they would have already come out to catch them, right? But why was this place that should have been the most heavily guarded, so lax today?
Ying Cao leaned against the wall and drowsily wanted to sleep. She discussed it with Zirui, "Little brother, let's go back to sleep. Ying Cao is very sleepy."
Zirui looked at her. After thinking for a bit, he stood up and said, "Alright, I'll take you back to sleep." After saying this, he pulled Ying Cao and walked away. But the direction he was walking in was not his own room, but rather Consort Yun's palace.
The two children walked like this and did not encounter any obstacles along the way. It was not until they entered Consort Yun's palace that they finally heard a cold female voice — — "Stop!"
Zirui stopped and quietly told Ying Cao, "Don't be afraid." Then he raised his head and asked, "Which older sister is on duty? I am Feng Zirui. "
Suddenly, his eyes blurred. He did not know when, but a woman had appeared in front of him. She was dressed in white and had a cold expression. "Feng family's young master, this is not a place you should be."
Feng Zirui suddenly smiled at her. Then he quietly opened his mouth and said something that shocked the hidden guard, "Why can't I be here? Consort Yun is not in the palace. "
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