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

Under the candlelight, the two figures reflected on the white wall stretched out in an interlaced manner, and for a moment they looked somewhat ferocious.

Countless thoughts lingered in the Queen Mother's mind. She looked at Helian Yue's expression and thought about what he had just said. She couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and her limbs were so stiff that she couldn't move.

After a long silence, she murmured as if hoping for a lucky break, "Maybe I'm overthinking it? When the new emperor ascends the throne, it's normal to summon the princes to return home. How could this be so complicated?"

The Queen Mother was wavering in her heart, clearly having sensed some danger, but she still didn't want to think too much about it. After all, this warmth was hard-earned, and why should she think about something that would spoil the fun when they could have a good reunion?

What if I'm just overthinking it?

Helian Yue's handsome face was hidden in the light and shadow, as if covered by a layer of veil and not quite real. "But Feng Qiwu is not a simple person."

Afraid that there might be ears on the other side of the wall, he lowered his voice deliberately when he said this and looked around carefully. Only when he found that the palace servants had already been dismissed did he feel much more at ease.

The empress dowager was also shocked when she heard this. When she thought of Feng Qiwu's ruthless look when he demolished the stage that day, her expression changed several times, and in an instant it became as white as a piece of paper, and the muscles at the corners of her lips twitched uncontrollably.

"You must not speak ill of His Majesty." She was extremely afraid, but after a moment she could not help but bring up the topic, "If he really has other intentions, what should we do?"

Helian Yue lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "Just wait and see what happens. Don't do anything unnecessary. He is more terrifying than the previous emperor, and his methods are more ruthless. The more you do, the more mistakes you will make."

His voice was deep and quiet, like a spring flowing under the moonlight, which quickly extinguished the uneasiness in the Queen Mother's heart.

She couldn't help but nod her head, and Helian Yue's admonition sounded in her ears again, "Don't do anything else that your mother has been doing these days. Feng Qiwu has noticed it, and I'm afraid it will cause more trouble."

Although Helian Yue spoke cryptically, the empress dowager understood it clearly. She nodded hastily and took note of the instructions.

Seeing this, Helian Yue felt more at ease.

A shallow silver moon rises from the willow branches, just like a woman's graceful eyebrow, slender and curved, extremely beautiful.

The moon flowed into the carved wooden window like running water, the light and shadow were thick, and the room was bright white.

"Prince Yongqing entered the palace overnight?"

Feng Qiwu was standing under the west window in a snow-white inner dress, with the moonlight blowing gently over her body.

There was a smile on his extremely satisfied face, but his eyes were dark and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Qi Jiuzhu nodded in response, "The Queen Mother missed her son very much, and she summoned Prince Yongqing to Shou'an Palace with a single oral order. He stayed there for more than half an hour before leaving."

"What a loving mother and filial son. The empress dowager was not so loving and kind when Helian Xiao was alive. She really liked the second son more. It's a pity that Helian Xiao died so early." Feng Qiwu had a teasing look on his face and even let out a sigh at the end.

Qi Jiuzhu heard these words so lightly, but he felt a chill down his spine, as if piercing his bones.

What's a pity?

It’s a pity that Helian Xiao died too early and didn’t get to see this touching scene of loving mother and filial son?

If you really saw it, I'm afraid you would be so angry that you would die.

"How's the investigation of Madam's identity going?"

Feng Qiwu turned around, his snow-white inner garment slightly open and wrapped around his body in a messy manner, red marks visible on his skin, he looked lazy and dissolute, even the bright moon lost its color in front of him.

Qi Jiuzhu lowered his head respectfully, looking straight and not daring to look around.

He said, "All those who had contact with that nanny in the early years have been dealt with, but there are still some fish that slipped through the net. I went to each household with the portrait and actually found some clues."

He secretly glanced at Feng Qiwu's face, and then said seriously, "That man and the nanny are from the same hometown, but they have no connection. He only heard that the nanny was sent to the palace by her family to work, and because she left the village to do business in her early years, she was not affected by this incident."

Feng Qiwu listened attentively, and when he heard her half-closed eyes, he opened them and asked casually, "Do you know which palace he went to work for?"

Qi Jiuzhu shook his head. "That person doesn't know such details, but I'm already investigating."

The two people's voices were neither loud nor soft, and every word was transmitted to Wen Ranyan's ears through the floating thin crepe.

She was tired and fell into a deep sleep, but she woke up quickly after hearing the voices.

Through the crepe and the flower-and-bird screen, Wen Ranyan saw two figures standing in the hall. Feng Qiwu's figure was particularly outstanding, like a delicate orchid and a jade tree. She recognized him at a glance.

Before she could listen to a few more words, Qi Jiuzhu was sent away.

The sound of a door closing was accompanied by footsteps. When Wen Ranyan gently gathered her scattered black hair, the veil was lifted by a big hand, and Feng Qiwu's slender and tall figure came into clear view.

The candlelight flickered on his face. From this angle, his handsome face was like a blooming tea flower, incredibly gorgeous and beautiful. His phoenix eyes burned darkly like fire and his expression was full of bewilderment.

Wen Ranyan raised her head and stared at him, her eyes still shrouded in a hint of fatigue.

"I ascend the throne today. Will you join me in the fun?" Feng Qiwu smiled and leaned over. A veil lightly fell over her body, and the shimmering color seemed to be coated with a layer of rippling water.

Wen Ranyan didn't want to go too early, so she rolled her eyes and came up with this compromise idea, "You go and check the procedures first, and I'll come back when the time is about right."

The procedure for the new emperor to ascend the throne is complicated, and she doesn't want to go so early.

"Why are you so lazy?"

Feng Qiwu lifted her chin and looked into her watery eyes, then moved his gaze down to her lips.

Even without lip balm, her lips were exceptionally red, tender and juicy, making them particularly attractive. Feng Qiwu's eyes deepened and he couldn't help but peck her lips a few times.

Then it gradually deepened and advanced straight ahead.

Wen Ranyan was not very sober to begin with, and she groaned a few times at his sudden attack. The corners of her eyes were instantly covered with an intoxicating red.

She bent her long legs to avoid his attack, and then quarreled with him for fun.

"It's getting late." Wen Ranyan gently pushed him, followed by a seductive voice.

She smiled and said, "Your Majesty should wash and change clothes, and ascend the throne--"