PNB Chapter 103 Having designs on Feng Yu
Chapter 103 Having designs on Feng Yu
Ling Huanan's words were filled with obvious anger, and the surrounding atmosphere was cold.
Ling Wanzhen, who was still indignant just moments before, couldn't help but recall the man's methods the moment she met his cold eyes, and the courage she had just mustered instantly vanished.
She hurriedly knelt down with a "plop".
"Mom, calm down!"
Ling Huanan looked down and saw that the familiar peach blossom eyes were full of fear and humiliation. For a moment, he felt that the eyes were very glaring. They were both his daughters, so how could there be such a big difference?
"What exactly happened?" Ling Huanan asked, his brows furrowed.
She naturally didn't think that her daughter, who hadn't left the house for many days, had suddenly come to pay her respects, but she also didn't want to deal with her.
"Hearing that Father is ill, I wish to visit him..." After Feng Rui left, he left Rong Nai Die with Ling Wan Zhen, who was the one through whom the two usually communicated.
Ling Huanan stared at the top of Ling Wanzhen's head for a long time before saying indifferently, "Hmm."
Without waiting for Ling Wanzhen to speak again, he walked right past her.
Ling Wanzhen watched her resolute departure and thought to herself, "From childhood to adulthood, all I've ever seen is her back. I'm clearly her daughter, so why can't I ever win her favor?"
With that thought in mind, Ling Wanzhen led Rong, the wet nurse, toward Prince Rui's residence.
After everyone left, Ling Huanan stood at the door and said to the void, "Follow her."
……
Prince Rui's Residence.
Feng Rui is really sick; he's been on and off for almost two months and still hasn't recovered!
Looking at Feng Rui, who was getting thinner and thinner, Ling Wanzhen felt a pang of sadness. Her father used to be such a flamboyant person, but now he had fallen to such a state.
“Father! How could you be so sick? Quickly call a doctor…” Ling Wanzhen shouted to Rong’s wet nurse who was guarding outside the door.
"Cough cough... No need! I've already seen a doctor, and there's nothing seriously wrong with my body. It's just that this mental ailment needs a mental cure... cough cough..."
Feng Rui suppressed a cough, stopped Ling Wanzhen from calling a doctor, lay pale-faced on the bed, gazed at her, and slowly continued:
"You are what I worry about most now. How could my Zhen'er have become so thin?"
"A heart ailment? Is it because of Mother?" Upon hearing "heart ailment," Ling Wanzhen naturally thought of Ling Huanan. Then, hearing the next sentence, she couldn't help but exclaim indignantly:
“Father, you don’t know this, but Mother hasn’t returned home for the past few days. I suspect she must have gone to find that lowly father and daughter…”
"What? Cough cough..." Feng Rui was so agitated that he almost coughed so hard he couldn't breathe.
Ling Wanzhen quickly poured him a cup of tea, fed it to his lips, and gently patted his back, comforting him, "Father, please don't get agitated, taking care of your health is the most important thing."
Feng Rui held Ling Wanzhen's hand tightly, and only after the cough in his throat subsided slightly did he speak in a hoarse voice:
“Zhen’er, your mother is so biased. This palace must not fall into the hands of that father and daughter, otherwise… otherwise, if I die, how will you face me?”
"What nonsense is Father talking about..."
Before Ling Wanzhen could finish speaking, Feng Rui interrupted her and continued, "The main reason I had Nanny Rong bring you here today is for one thing, cough..."
Then, under Ling Wanzhen's questioning gaze, she continued:
"I remember that Zhen'er admires Feng Yu, so let's marry him. With this son who is the most beloved by His Majesty and Empress, not to mention whether His Majesty will treat you differently, even the General's Mansion will probably make plans for you..."
Ling Wanzhen was overjoyed to hear that she was to marry Feng Yu, but when she thought of Feng Yu's attitude towards her, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.
“Father, Ayu is usually very cold to me, but he's so cold to that Lin Shu…”
Upon hearing this, Feng Rui smiled slightly, but the smile was sinister, and coupled with his sickly appearance, it appeared even more sinister.
"Zhen'er, marriage between a man and a woman does not necessarily require mutual affection, nor does it guarantee that two people who are mutually devoted to each other will stay together for life..."
After speaking, he took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from under his pillow, handed it to Ling Wanzhen, and whispered a few words in her ear.
Ling Wanzhen was initially stunned, then her face showed worry as she asked, "This...is this feasible? To do this in front of everyone at the Deer Cry Banquet, wouldn't that...?"
"That's exactly what I want—to be in the public eye. Then, the Seventh Prince will have no choice but to marry you." After saying this, Feng Rui, seeing that Ling Wanzhen still had worries, pointed to the porcelain vase in her hand and said:
"Don't worry, Zhen'er. This is a special product from the Northern Wilderness used to tame fiery men. It is colorless and odorless. Just one drop is enough to make a man unable to resist. If no one is able to detoxify him, his blood vessels will burst and he will die."
Besides, my Zhen'er is so wonderful; once Fengyu has tasted her, he will surely be devoted to you.
Upon hearing this, Ling Wanzhen finally smiled.
The father and daughter checked the plan one last time before Ling Wanzhen headed home.
The secret guards sent by Ling Huanan to accompany them returned to the palace before them and were now reporting to Ling Huanan:
"I was quite far away and only vaguely heard the two of them talking about the 'Deer Cry Banquet,' the 'Secret Medicine of the Northern Wilderness,' and the 'Seventh Prince'..."
Upon hearing this, Ling Huanan frowned and pondered for a moment, then waved to his guards, saying, "I already know, you may leave."
After he left, she took out a letter, wrote a sentence on it, and then summoned her deputy general, ordering him to go to the palace and present it to His Majesty.
……
Royal study room.
"Snapped!"
After reading the letter, Feng Han was furious. He slammed his hand on the desk and shouted, "How dare you, Feng Rui, act so recklessly!"
Feng Zhao picked up the letter that had fallen to the ground and naturally saw its contents, which made him frown:
"My uncle has actually taken a liking to Xiao Qi. Regardless of the fact that Xiao Qi is his own nephew, his actions at the Deer Cry Banquet are a blatant disregard for the royal family's dignity. However, we still don't know what his plans are..."
Feng Han, his face full of anger, pondered for a long time before finally giving an order to the imperial aunt behind him:
"Two months from now is the Empress Dowager's birthday. I hereby issue the decree that the Seventh Prince, Feng Yu, shall copy Buddhist scriptures five hundred times in the Empress Dowager's Phoenix Perch Palace to pray for the Empress Dowager's well-being. He shall not step out of the Phoenix Perch Palace until he has finished copying them."
"As you command." The imperial aunt accepted the order.
……
"Achoo... Achoo..."
At that moment, Feng Yu was enjoying pastries when two unexpected sneezes sprayed all the pastries she hadn't swallowed onto the face of the Third Princess Feng Qing opposite her.
"Hahaha...hahaha!" Feng Yu was taken aback at first, then rubbed his nose. Seeing Feng Qing's disheveled appearance, he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Feng Qing's previously grinning lips twitched involuntarily. She pretended to grit her teeth and said, word by word, "Feng Yu."
"Third Princess, please calm down. This old servant will wipe it clean for you right away!" The wet nurse beside Feng Yu hurriedly stepped forward, handed over a damp cloth, and carefully wiped Feng Qing's face.
"Hmph." Feng Qing snorted lightly, but it was clear that she wasn't too angry.
"Ahem... Third Imperial Sister, I know I was wrong, please don't be angry." Feng Yu rubbed the smile on her face, moved closer to Feng Qing, and when she noticed the indelible marks on Feng Qing's white clothes, she silently moved away.
Feng Qing's face darkened further. She abruptly flung her dress and strode outside.
After Feng Qing left, Feng Yu still asked his wet nurse with some confusion, "Was Third Sister angry with me just now?"
The nanny's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself: Little ancestor, is there even a need to ask? But he said aloud: "Your Highness, the Third Princess is probably just in a bad mood today. She will be fine in a few days."
Feng Yu thought about it for a moment and found it to be true. Feng Qing had been like this since she was a child. She would often get angry, but after a couple of days when she calmed down, she would come to find Feng Yu again.
Looking at the carefree seventh prince, the wet nurse couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
Although the Third Princess was always competitive with the Crown Princess, she doted on the Seventh Prince, who shared the same father as the Crown Princess. From childhood until now, the Seventh Prince had unintentionally angered her countless times, but within two days at most, he would act as if nothing had happened…
Meanwhile, the carefree Feng Yu was holding a pastry in each hand, completely unaware that someone was thinking about him, and even less aware that he had been inexplicably punished to copy books again.
When the imperial aunt arrived to deliver the imperial decree, Feng Yu dropped the pastries in her hands onto the table with a "thud," her eyes filled with disbelief. Then, with a "waaaah," she ran crying towards Xiao Jun's harem...
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