Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

Madam Feng laughed and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about again, kid? If your mother knew, she would punish you!"

"Aunt, please don't tell mother." Jiang Xiaoan pleaded and secretly winked at Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan understood and said, "Aunt, I feel relieved to have Xiao An with you. I just came back from Southern Xinjiang and have some things to deal with. I will come to see you later."

Looking at Xiao Zhan's departing back, Jiang Xiaoan sighed silently in his heart that he had tried his best to help his friend.

As for what the future will be like, it all depends on their fate.

By the pond not far away, Jiang Xue found a stone to sit down and quietly watched the koi swimming in the water. They looked freer and happier than humans.

"Greetings, His Highness!" The voice of Lu came from behind. She was Xiao Zhan's eldest cousin. Next to her stood a boy of about eight years old, obviously her son Feng Zhiming.

Although the original decision was understandable, Jiang Xue still felt guilty seeing the young Lu become a widow and the young Feng Zhiming lose his father.

She said gently, "Mrs. Lu, you don't have to be like this. This is your child, right? The last time I saw him, he was just a baby. Now he's this big. Time flies."

Lu's expression was as calm as water. She pushed Feng Zhiming beside her and said, "Ming'er, why don't you quickly salute ***?"

"I do not want it."

Feng Zhiming took two steps back, pointed at Jiang Xue and said, "She killed my father, made my grandmother angry, and bullied the Queen Mother Aunt. She is a bad woman. I will not salute her."

Hearing this, Lu's face suddenly changed, and she immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness: "***, please forgive Ming'er for being young and ignorant."

Jiang Xue smiled slightly, bent down and looked at Feng Zhiming: "It seems that you really don't like me, right?"

Although Feng Zhiming is young, he has the courage of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.

Facing Jiang Xue's sharp eyes, he said without flinching: "You are a bad woman, I just don't like you."

"Ming'er! Don't be rude!"

Lu hurriedly grabbed his hand and said sternly, "Why don't you kneel down and apologize to His Highness?"

But Feng Zhiming shook his head stubbornly: "I won't."

Jiang Xue looked at the child and seemed to see the shadow of his father's unyielding spirit in him, so she smiled slightly, grabbed his collar, and took him to the roof next to them.

"Feng Zhiming, can you come down by yourself?" she asked.

Although eight-year-old Feng Zhiming was brave, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes at this moment.

"You...what do you want to do?"

"It looks like you can't get down."

Jiang Xue smiled softly and said, "Remember, Feng Zhiming, it takes strength to hate someone. You are no threat to me now, so your dissatisfaction is nothing but a passing cloud to me."

Feng Zhiming clenched his fists: "Are you belittling me?"

"Yes."

Jiang Xue said bluntly: "If you can be like your father, proficient in military tactics, superb in martial arts, and become a sharpshooter in the Qian Kingdom's army, I will look at you differently.

But now, you can't even get down from the roof, why should I value you?"

Feng Zhiming's face flushed red as he explained:

"My grandmother and mother were very sad about the passing of my father and second uncle. They hoped that I could become a civil servant in the future, so they did not let me learn martial arts, but let me focus on studying."

"Is that right?"

Jiang Xue responded calmly: "Then recite a few texts for me, such as Chapter 12 of The Analects. It doesn't have to be too difficult."

Feng Zhiming hummed and began to recite. At first he was fluent, but gradually he became halting and finally stopped completely, his face full of shame.

Jiang Xue had already noticed that Feng Zhiming had a slingshot and a fishing whistle hanging around his waist.

These toys show that he was still fond of playing even when his grandmother was seriously ill. It was obvious that he was too spoiled by his family and was not strictly required to practice martial arts or study hard.

She didn't expect that Feng Zhiming couldn't even recite the complete twelve chapters of "The Analects of Confucius".

In contrast, four-year-old Jiang Heng could already recite it backwards.

Seeing this, Lu quickly knelt down and begged for forgiveness, expressing her willingness to take the punishment on behalf of her son.

However, Jiang Xue took Feng Zhiming down from the roof and helped Lu up: "No need to do this, I just want to talk to him alone. As General Feng's son, I won't blame him."

Lu felt relieved and modestly said that Feng Zhiming was just a little clever, but far from being intelligent.

Xiao Zhan approached, and Jiang Xue asked softly, "Yun Che, how is Madam Feng doing?"

"Xiao An has already checked her pulse and said that there is nothing serious and she just needs to rest." Xiao Zhan replied.

Mrs. Lu breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes: "Thanks to cousin Xiaoan's superb medical skills, so many famous doctors were helpless before."

"Since Madam Feng is fine, I am relieved."

Jiang Xue continued, "I have something I want to discuss with you today."

Xiao Zhan nodded and asked her to continue.

Lu's heart was in suspense again. Apart from Ming'er's unintentional offense to the princess today, they seemed to have no intersection. She didn't understand why the princess wanted to see her.

"I think Feng Zhiming is a smart kid, and I like him very much. The emperor needs a study companion, so why not let him enter the palace to accompany the emperor in his studies?" Jiang Xue suggested.

It is a great honor to become the emperor's companion, and many aristocratic families dream of it.

But Mrs. Lu looked hesitant, as she was reluctant to let her only son take risks.

"Your Highness, Ming'er is naughty and I'm afraid she is not suitable for this important task."

She was worried about what might happen in the future. To her, Ming'er's safety was far more important than any honor.

However, Feng Zhiming asked Xiao Zhan curiously: "Uncle, are all the teachers in the Pope the best?"

"Of course, he is a top-notch master in both literature and martial arts."

Jiang Xue added: "Especially Master Fan, his archery skills are unmatched, just as good as your father's."

Feng Zhiming turned to Xiao Zhan to confirm: "Uncle, is this true?"

He was full of doubts about Jiang Xue and only trusted Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan nodded: "Master Fan is indeed a world-famous marksman."

Feng Zhiming said firmly: "Then I'll go!"

He longed to learn real skills so that he would no longer be looked down upon by Jiang Xue, and hoped that one day he would be strong enough to take revenge on her.

"Ming'er, what are you talking about?"

Mrs. Lu was surprised by her son's decision: "How can you be the emperor's companion?"

Xiao Zhan looked at his sister-in-law and frowned slightly: "Cousin, since Ming'er is willing, why do you have to stop him? If my cousin knew, he would definitely agree. It's settled."

Mrs. Lu was unable to refute her brother-in-law's words and could only pin her hopes on Madam Feng who was against Jiang Xue.

After Xiao Zhan left, Madam Feng held Jiang Xiaoan's hand tightly and said softly, "Of all the children, you understand my heart the best.

What I said just now was just talk. How could I really tell your mother those nonsense and let her punish you?

But Xiaoan, every mother hopes for the best for her children, and you should get married soon and stop making your parents angry all the time."