The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 239
The majestic palace, the towering palace walls, the gloomy sky.

The black clouds are overwhelming the city, making it hard to breathe.

Ye Feiwan waited at the gate of the palace for less than a stick of incense, and then the eunuch led her to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The familiar palace road is full of cautious and bowed people everywhere.

The gate of the Hall of Mental Cultivation was tightly closed, the eunuch went in to announce for a while, and then came out: "Princess, the emperor wants you to go in."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Ye Feiwan nodded and walked into the hall.

As soon as he walked in, he heard muffled coughs coming from inside, as if covered by a silk handkerchief, the voice was difficult.Turning around the outer hall, I saw Feng Rong sitting on the bright yellow main seat, holding a yellow silk handkerchief in his hand, with a pale face.

Ye Feiwan was slightly taken aback, she never expected that the emperor would be so obviously aged after not seeing him for a few months.Before, there was only a little white hair, but now half of his head is full of gorgeous hair, his lips are disastrous, and his cheeks are thin.

"Fei Wan sees Father." She knelt down and said in a deep voice.

"Get up." Feng Rong waved his hands, his voice was hoarse due to the cough just now, "Why do you have time to come to the palace today?"

Ye Feiwan paused, thought for a moment, and finally went to the side, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it over.

Feng Rong seemed to be surprised, looked at the water, then looked at her, finally reached out to take it, and took a sip: "You really have a heart."

"You are too much." Ye Feiwan smiled, bowed his head and walked in front of the hall again.

"You came to see me, you must have something to do?" After taking another sip of water, Feng Rong just handed the teacup to the palace servant, who hurriedly took it.

"Yes," Ye Feiwan paused, then turned to look at the others.

Feng Rong naturally understood, thought for a moment, then waved his hands slightly: "You all step back first."

"Yes." All the palace servants blessed their bodies, took three steps back, and left one after another.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, only Yu Ye Feiwan and Feng Rong were left.

"Cough cough," Feng Rong covered his lips and cleared his cough twice before he said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, what is the matter with me."

Ye Feiwan paused, took half a step back, knelt on the ground, and performed a solemn ceremony, which was even more solemn than the ceremony when he met the Holy One just now.

Feng Rong watched her movements and frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

"It's not late, I want to ask my father to help me."

Feng Rong looked at the woman bowing her head on the ground, and laughed mockingly for a long time: "Heh, you are Princess Jingyuan now. If you really have something important to do, wouldn't it be a good idea to ask Feng Qing? Although I am the emperor now, the world is powerful, so why not?" One without his hands?"

"But it's not what Wan asked for. Now, only Father can help me." Ye Feiwan's voice was tight.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Feiwan was silent for a moment, and finally said in a deep voice: "Feiwan begs father, emperor, to make an order in person, allowing Fengqing to reconcile with me, and to end this marriage." He paused every word, and his voice was firm.

"..." There was a dead silence in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

After a long silence, Feng Rong's voice came slowly: "Just now, you said that you want me to issue an order to break your marriage with Feng Qing?"

"Yes." Ye Feiwan bowed his head, resolutely.

"Now, he is King Jingyuan who is above ten thousand people. Are you sure what you said?"

"It's not too late to confirm!"

"You won't regret it?"

"..." This time, Ye Feiwan lost her voice, but after a while, she said in a deep voice, "Maybe I will regret it, but, I know, if I don't make up, I will regret it now."

"If I remember correctly, it was your father who begged for this marriage for you back then, and I personally decreed to marry you and Feng Qing. Could it be that he just lied to me at the beginning?" Feng Rong asked repeatedly.

"Feiwan doesn't dare," Ye Feiwan pursed her lips lightly, "At the beginning, I was sincere in marrying him, but now, I also sincerely want to reconcile and leave."

"If that's the case, why don't you go to Feng Qing to ask for a letter of reconciliation, but come to me instead?" Feng Rong squinted his eyes.

Ye Feiwan paused, and then his voice became softer: "He won't agree."

Just like in the previous life, he trapped her in the cold courtyard until she died, but she was never free.

But in this life, he blamed her for annoying her, and would rather take Qu Yan south to Yanyang to destroy the little beautiful yearning in her heart.

Fu Xian said that Feng Qing stopped at the gate of Ye Mansion for a long time yesterday, she knew that it was not caring, but a demonstration.

"Won't you agree?" Feng Rong murmured, his eyes a little dazed.

He actually... understands Feng Qing's actions somewhat. Is it really the paranoia in the Feng family's bones?Just like back then, when he raided the Ning family, the woman in red begged him to abolish his concubine, but he never responded, causing her to fall from the high wall, and the land was stained red with blood.

His eyes slowly fell on Ye Feiwan in front of him. In a trance, he seemed to see that if he had set her free, would she still be able to live?

"Royal Father?" Ye Feiwan called after Feng Rong hadn't waited for a long time, his voice confused.

Feng Rong suddenly came back to his senses, and coughed for a long time: "I can make an order."

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she couldn't believe it, she slowly raised her eyes, and solemnly kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"It's too early for you to thank me," Feng Rong chuckled, "Now that Feng Qing is already in power, who would dare to punish him even if he disobeyed the imperial decree?"

"He won't." Ye Feiwan's voice was extremely soft.

"Oh?"

"If he disobeys the imperial decree, he will definitely be pointed out by civil and military officials and become the target of public criticism," Ye Feiwan said in a low voice, "He won't do this for me."

not worth it.

Feng Qing always weighs the pros and cons when doing things, he can disagree with the divorce for the sake of the palace's face.But if he really ordered to divorce his wife, he would not resist the order because of her.

Feng Rong looked at her for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing with a hoarse voice: "Since you have spoken, I will accept you!" At this point, he raised his voice, "Come on!"

Outside the hall, the eunuch hurried in.

"Research the ink," Feng Rong ordered in a deep voice, unfolded the bright yellow silk, took the brush, thought for a moment, then dipped the ink to write, writing quickly, but finished writing in a short while, and took the jade seal aside.

However, before closing the cover, he looked at Ye Feiwan: "With the cover of Yuxi, you and Feng Qing will have nothing to do with each other again."

Ye Feiwan looked down at the blanket on the ground: "Thank you, Father, for making this happen."

Finally, the jade seal fell heavily, and the eunuch carefully held the imperial decree to Ye Feiwan.

"Prince Jingyuan, Ye Feiwan, has been married for many days and has nowhere to go. It is not suitable to wear the clothes of the ancestral temple, and it is not suitable to inherit the destiny. This is the fate of Feng Qing and Feng Qing. From now on, they will marry each other, and there will be no disputes."

Ye Feiwan looked at the imperial decree calmly.

She used to think that parting should be heart-piercing and vigorous, but only at this moment did she realize that the real parting was originally so plain.

Feng Qing is still on the road south, traveling in the mountains and rivers with her beloved, and she is far away in the capital... and has nothing to do with him anymore.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ye Feiwan kowtowed silently, even though the title had changed.

"I'm tired." Feng Rong waved his hand.

"Feiwan resigns." Ye Feiwan stood up slowly, clutching the imperial decree, got up and left.

Behind her, Feng Rong looked at her back and didn't make a sound for a long time.

"Your Majesty, if the prince knows about this..." The voice of the chief eunuch was full of worry.

Feng Rong glanced at him, and the eunuch hurriedly shut up.

"If he knows about it," Feng Rong continued, "it will be interesting..."

Because, he might be able to guess the reason why Feng Qing refused to reconcile.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The next moment, his chest and abdomen felt sore, he couldn't help lowering his head, and coughed violently.

(End of this chapter)