After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

In the end, Wen Ranyan didn't do anything out of line, and the journey was peaceful. The carriage soon stopped in front of the prime minister's residence.

The courtyard outside the prime minister's mansion was deserted. Normally, there would be two messenger servants waiting outside the gate, but now, there was not even a single person in sight. The morning breeze blew the fallen leaves on the ground, and there was a sense of desolation.

Prime Minister Wen should have known that they were coming back today, but now he didn't even have the intention to go out to greet them. He was really putting on airs and trying to intimidate Feng Qiwu.

Wen Ranyan's eyes moved as he looked at Feng Qiwu leisurely.

Feng Qiwu was still resting, a beam of light fell on his face, making his skin look even whiter than silk, and his appearance was extremely beautiful. He was obviously a man of disaster, but at this moment, the sunlight was shining, as if there was a taste of peace and tranquility.

"Husband, we're here." Wen Ranyan admired the beautiful scenery in front of her, but after a while, she spoke with evil intentions, breaking the peace.

Hearing the voice, Feng Qiwu slowly opened his eyes. His phoenix eyes were as clear and bright as ice, without any trace of fatigue in them. It was obvious that he had not fallen asleep just now, but had been clear-headed and listening carefully.

Wen Ranyan met his gaze and her eyes moved slightly.

Feng Qiwu met her eyes, lifted the curtain nonchalantly, and asked, "Where is Prime Minister Wen?"

Wen Ranyan pursed her lips, lowered her eyebrows and said, "I didn't see him when I came here. Maybe he is still preparing inside."

Feng Qiwu might have heard something funny. He glanced at Wen Ranyan and suddenly raised a teasing smile: "You are still preparing at this hour? This is obviously intentional."

What this means is that Wen Ranyan, a concubine's daughter, is not welcomed at all.

Wen Ranyan's expression remained unchanged, but her twisted hands trembled slightly. She said softly, "I am not well-received to begin with, but you, my husband...my father won't even give you a single cent of respect?"

Her voice was soft and there was a hint of resignation and indifference in it, but the last half sentence was said in a subtle way, and it was unclear whether it was intentional or unintentional to mention it at this time.

After hearing this, Feng Qiwu slowly stood up, but his eyes were filled with biting coldness. He looked at Wen Ranyan from top to bottom, his eyes were deep and dangerous.

After a while, he seemed to have found something interesting, and his lips suddenly curved in a nasty way, and he said in a loud voice: "Since Prime Minister Wen has such a great reputation, Qi Jiuzhu, you go in and "invite" Prime Minister Wen out."

The word "please" is used very well.

"Yes, master." Qi Jiuzhu understood and left immediately with sword in hand.

Wen Ranyan opened the curtain again as if she was watching a play.

The red gate of the prime minister's residence was tall, with a lion-head handle in the center. It was a beautiful sight, but Qi Jiuzhu suddenly took the sword and used his power. The sharp sword energy moved like a snake, and the entire gate of the prime minister's residence was chopped into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, it collapsed.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows in surprise. Just cut it off like that?

Qi Jiuzhu put the sword back into its sheath, stepped directly over the remains of the gate, and swaggered in to "invite" someone.

Prime Minister Wen had already been disturbed by the noise outside. Before Qi Jiuzhu could go in to invite people, he and his family had already rushed out with a grim face.

When he saw the broken gate, Prime Minister Wen's expression kept changing, and finally he became more serious: "Feng Qiwu, what do you mean by this?"

After all, he was the prime minister, second only to the emperor, but this mad dog stepped on his face hard on the ground. Today, he chopped off the gate of the prime minister's residence. Will he massacre the entire prime minister's residence tomorrow?

The curtain of the carriage had not been opened, but Feng Qiwu's lazy tone was heard by Prime Minister Wen: "What's the meaning? It's just that they sent someone in to invite you out because they thought you were a big shot."

"Do you need to break down the door to hire someone? Is this your attitude when hiring someone?" Listening to his contemptuous and cold tone, Prime Minister Wen's face was filled with anger.

Feng Qiwu lifted the curtain and laughed with an ambiguous tone, "After all, he has followed me into the battlefield. His methods were a bit rough and heavy, so please don't be offended, Prime Minister Wen."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Wen felt like there was a fire in his chest. He was clearly ready to explode, but after hearing Feng Qiwu's words, his attitude instantly softened a bit.

His words seemed light and weightless, but if you looked carefully you could taste the murderous fierceness in them, and even a hint of suggestion and intimidation.

Feng Qiwu now holds the military command and all the power. Even the current emperor was supported by him, and people have to respect him on weekdays. If he were to fall out with him at this time, he would not be able to get anything good even if he is the prime minister.

Thinking about it, Prime Minister Wen suppressed his anger and took a deep breath before saying, "But this is the foot of the imperial city, not a border battlefield. I don't have anything to worry about, but if you are still so reckless in the future, what will happen if you really get into trouble?"

"Lord Feng, you still need to discipline your people in the future. After all, not everyone is as generous as me."

After this round of yin and yang, Prime Minister Wen suddenly felt relieved.

Feng Qiwu fiddled with the ring on his finger, and his smile became more and more strange and unpredictable: "Prime Minister Wen can't even sort out his own family affairs, so he should stop interfering in other people's affairs."

Prime Minister Wen realized belatedly that Feng Qiwu was upset that he did not go out to greet her.

His expression changed quickly, and he said something nice: "Today is the day my daughter returns home. I am extremely happy and have been looking forward to your coming earlier. However, because I was too excited, the servants in the mansion made many mistakes when preparing, which delayed the time and failed to come out to greet you in time."

Feng Qiwu glanced at Prime Minister Wen with a half-smile, and suddenly turned the topic to Wen Ranyan: "Madam, what do you think of what Prime Minister Wen said just now?"

Wen Ranyan paused for a moment, then quickly pulled aside the curtain and stuck her head out, saying with a smile, "I knew it, Father must be preparing something, otherwise why would he leave us out in the cold?"

Feng Qiwu just smiled and said nothing.

Prime Minister Wen subconsciously looked at Wen Ranyan. His concubine's daughter had been raised on the farm since she was a child. Even when he brought her from the farm, he had never looked at her straight in the eye.

Looking at her again now, I feel that her appearance is truly outstanding, especially her almond-shaped eyes, which are so lively as if dyed with water. She is even more outstanding than the daughter of the prime minister in their mansion. No wonder Feng Qiwu is so kind to her.

Thinking that she was very likely to have won Feng Qiwu's favor, the haze in Prime Minister Wen's heart was swept away.

"Don't stand there, come in and have some tea."

"Ran Yan, quickly bring Master Feng in."

Prime Minister Wen's face was filled with joy, he really looked like a loving father who was looking forward to his daughter's return home.

After getting off the carriage, Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu walked into the mansion hand in hand. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Feng Qiwu stepped heavily on the broken gate of the prime minister's mansion, as if he had also crushed Prime Minister Wen's face.

Prime Minister Wen felt a pain on his face, but he still endured it and said, "Lord Feng, please go to the front hall to have some tea first. It's rare for Ranyan to come back. She is from our family, and I want to have a private talk with her."