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

A good thing was disrupted, and Feng Qiwu's eyes were filled with bone-chilling coldness.

He first helped Wen Ranyan straighten her clothes, then stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on her body before speaking in a cold voice.

"Enter."

Light and shadow shone in obliquely through the carved windows, and colorful silhouettes flowed all over the ground. Qi Jiuzhu stepped on the mottled ground and bowed to enter the hall.

As soon as I stepped in, I felt a biting coldness hitting me.

It was clearly hot outside the hall, but inside the hall it was as cold as winter. Qi Jiuzhu had a stiff back, somewhat confused about what was going on.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qiwu sat on a round stool in the hall, his cold eyes frightening people.

Qi Jiuzhu knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "The matter that the master asked me to investigate has already been solved."

Feng Qiwu picked up the cup on the table, took a sip, and said in a faint voice, "Speak."

Qi Jiuzhu still lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly at him: "On the surface, the princes stationed in the various fiefdoms are all very well behaved, but the Prince Yongqing stationed in Liangzhou held a banquet in his fiefdom a few days ago. Although it is common to hold a banquet, the Prince Yongqing's banquet was quite extravagant, and the specifications used were all top-notch, not inferior to the inner court of the imperial palace."

"It is reasonable for a prince to indulge in luxury, but Liangzhou is bitterly cold. Even if Prince Yongqing has great ability, he can't be so extravagant. I think there is something strange going on."

Prince Yongqing Helian Yue and the late emperor Helian Xiao were brothers from the same mother. However, Helian Yue was inferior and cowardly at the time and had no ambition to make progress, so he supported the relatively promising Helian Xiao to become emperor.

After Helian Xiao succeeded to the throne, out of suspicion and fear, he sent all the princes to garrison in their fiefdoms, and they were never allowed to enter the capital without being summoned.

As for his younger brother Helian Yue, Helian Xiao was even more suspicious, because his mother liked his younger brother more when he was young, he was resentful, so he sent him to the bitter and cold Liangzhou, which was as far away as the horizon.

Therefore, the princes were never seen at palace banquets, all due to Helian Xiao's pettiness.

Feng Qiwu put down the cup, his expression slightly restrained, and the pressure from his body swept across like the wind, "You mean, Prince Yongqing is secretly making money? Is the assassination in Miaojiang related to him?"

Qi Jiuzhu didn't dare to say for sure: "I am just guessing."

"What do princes usually do to make money?" Feng Qiwu tapped the table casually.

The knocking sounds were crisp and seemed to have a melody, but at this moment it felt like a huge weight pressing on people's hearts.

In just half a moment, Qi Jiuzhu's clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat.

He didn't dare to criticize the prince, and he couldn't figure out who Feng Qiwu was asking this question to. It seemed like he was talking to himself.

As the summer breeze blew by, the cold wave in the hall became more and more severe.

When Qi Jiuzhu was about to be crushed by the cold, a charming female voice with a smile rescued him and broke the silence in the hall.

"The prince is amassing wealth just to recruit soldiers and raise private soldiers." Wen Ranyan lazily crossed her arms and leaned softly on the couch: "And what is the purpose of raising soldiers? Of course, they want to be in the highest position. Otherwise, why would they risk being beheaded to amass wealth? Wouldn't it be better to die peacefully in their fiefdom? They are not stupid."

The princes who grew up in the palace and witnessed all the intrigues within it are not all fools.

Feng Qiwu glanced at her, and curled his thin lips slightly, "That's right."

Wen Ranyan glanced sideways, meeting his gaze through the golden halo, and added: "If he really has any unusual movements, then the assassination attempt in Miaojiang might really be related to him. However, whether he has amassed wealth or committed assassination is still open to discussion. We are wise rulers, and we must not wrongly accuse him."

Having said that, Prince Yongqing is indeed questionable.

Liangzhou was bitterly cold, but his banquet was so extravagant and lavish, which was really inappropriate.

And why did he prepare the table?

Do you think Feng Qiwu will definitely die in Miaojiang, so are you celebrating in advance?

Feng Qiwu raised the cup and looked at it carefully. His narrow and cold eyebrows were reflected on her smooth jade face. He smiled faintly: "It takes time to make money. You have been cautious in the dark for many years. Why do you suddenly lose your patience?"

The strong wind outside the hall hit the windows, making them creak.

In a moment, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, with signs of heavy rain coming.

The sheep-horn colored glass lamp in the hall was lit. Wen Ranyan stared at the flames and said with a smile, "I think it's because of you, the variable. Helian Xiao has been sitting on the throne for many years. Who could have thought that one day you would come to the imperial city and plot to usurp the throne."

"Years of planning have been disrupted, and you are even more difficult to deal with than Helian Xiao. Anyone would lose their composure. Seeing you going to Miao Territory alone, you must be impatient."

Feng Qiwu smiled charmingly and said in a leisurely voice: "It seems that I am to blame."

Wen Ranyan brushed away the crepe that was blown away by the wind and said, "In the bitter cold land, there are not many ways to make money, but in the prosperous imperial city, at the feet of the emperor, there are all kinds of ways to make money. Why not check nearby, maybe you will get something?"

"Did you hear that?" Feng Qiwu thought so too, and he glanced at Qi Jiuzhu.

Qi Jiuzhu immediately took the order and withdrew.

As soon as Qi Jiuzhu left, heavy rain poured down like a waterfall, sweeping away the flowers and trees outside the palace, as if to uproot them.

That's what midsummer is like, the weather is changeable and heavy rain can come at any time.

Sijin entered the hall, closed the half-open wooden window, and brought a bowl of bird's nest stewed with golden candied dates to nourish Wen Ranyan.

Feng Qiwu is the emperor now, and all her food, clothing and daily necessities are of the highest quality. However, before she could take a few bites of her golden bird's nest, another palace maid came into the palace to report.

"What happened again?"

Feng Qiwu sat under the west window and watched the beauty eating bird's nest. Before he could watch for a few more seconds, someone came to disturb him. He rubbed his slightly throbbing temples and suppressed the depression in his heart.

The atmosphere in the palace suddenly dropped, and the palace servant trembled and reported: "Your Majesty, Feng Zhuyue, who was imprisoned in the dungeon, just hanged herself to death."

Feng Qiwu suddenly raised his eyes, and the lightning under the rainstorm was reflected in his eyes: "Dead?"

The palace servant shivered, "Hanging on the prison door, dead as a bee."

Just now there was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain fell. He went to the dungeon to inspect, and saw Feng Zhuyue hanging on the wooden door as thunder flashed. He was so scared that he almost fainted.

Wen Ranyan listened attentively and guessed that the proud boy could not bear the humiliation and knew that his future was hopeless, so he hanged himself.

"Let's go to the dungeon and take a look." Feng Qiwu stood up. He didn't care much about Feng Zhuyue's life or death, but he had to take a look.

Wen Ranyan drank the bird's nest in a hurry and joined in the fun.

The dungeon is full of moisture, especially during thunderstorms when the moisture is even heavier and the stench is even stronger. It is always accompanied by a few screams, making people's scalps numb.

Feng Zhuyue's body was still hanging on the prison door and no one had collected it for burial.

When the two men went there, they saw a corpse swaying in the wind. Its face was pale, its pupils were bulging, and its neck was eroded. It was already dead beyond redemption.

"Carry him to the mass grave and deal with him." Feng Qiwu just glanced at him and gave the order casually.

"Yes."

The palace servants received the order and quickly carried Feng Zhuyue's body away.

Feng Qiwu has just ascended the throne, and the court is not yet stable. There are piles of affairs waiting for him to deal with. Before he can return to his bedroom to rest for a while, he is summoned by palace servants to the imperial study to deal with important matters.

Wen Ranyan looked at his back with sympathy. He was so busy, and she didn't know if he would die young.

She held the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and walked out of the dungeon slowly.

Just as I walked outside the prison door, a figure ran towards me in the rain, a little damp with rain, and a gentle voice fell into my ears.

"Madam, the Queen Mother has summoned you."