The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 286
A black carriage galloped on the way to the palace, the carriage whipped the horses, the horses neighed and ran faster and faster.

Ye Feiwan was sitting in the carriage, the blood in his whole body seemed to be congealed, his hands and feet were cold, and his palms were bursting with cold sweat.

She was puzzled, how could the emperor, who had only met her in the morning, pass away suddenly after only a few hours?
And Feng Qing...

She raised her eyes, Feng Qing's face was ashen at the moment, but her lips were pale and her face was expressionless.

However, his eyes were dark, clearly trying to endure something.

Ye Feiwan paused slightly, she knew that no matter how deep the gap between Feng Qing and Feng Rong was, the same blood flowed after all.After all, Feng Rong was the father that Feng Qing had hated and resented for more than [-] years.

"Your Majesty, we're here." The groom's voice sounded fearfully from outside.

Feng Qing got off the carriage almost immediately, striding towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Ye Feiwan hurriedly followed.

It's just... When she walked to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, she was slightly taken aback. The historian had already arrived, holding a pen and paper, and was writing something.

"My lord, when the servants prepared the medicine for the emperor and delivered it to the emperor in the afternoon, they never thought about it. When the curtain was lifted, the emperor would... then..." The eunuch knelt beside the dragon couch, kowtowed as he walked, trembling all over, crying Crossflow.

"..." Feng Qing didn't say a word, only walked slowly, and then walked towards the dragon couch.

Lifting the curtain and seeing Feng Rong lying on it, dying of twilight, his eyes were complicated.

This person whom he had fought for more than ten years finally defeated him, and now, he is actually dead.

Ye Feiwan looked at Feng Qing's back. She had lost a loved one, but she still couldn't understand Feng Qing's feelings.She loves her father, but what about Feng Qing?There is probably more resentment than love, but how can people not be sad when their loved ones die?

In the end, she stood quietly at the gate of the palace without saying a word.

In the next moment, Feng Qing seemed to think of something suddenly, and suddenly turned his head to look at the head of the bed. There was a piece of bright yellow silk hanging there, but the silk still disappeared at this moment.

Before the emperors of all dynasties died, a silk would be hung on the dragon couch.

When the emperor dies, if the silk falls to the ground, the death of the emperor is doubtful.

Now, the historians are all guarding outside the door. I'm afraid it has already been recorded in the book. If he doesn't check it, he may not be able to convince the public.

"Before the emperor passed away, did you meet anyone?" Feng Qing opened her lips suddenly, her voice was cold.

Ye Feiwan was startled.

The chief eunuch trembled, knelt on the ground for a long time, then slowly straightened up and looked at Ye Feiwan's place, with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty only saw Princess Jingyuan today."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qing almost immediately set her eyes on Ye Feiwan.

Ye Feiwan's face turned pale, and she shook her head slightly for a long time: "It's not me." Her voice was extremely soft and calm.

Feng Qing stared at her, and finally withdrew her gaze: "Xuan Qijulang, investigate the emperor's basic necessities of life these days..."

Before he could finish his words, a group of armored men and horses had already entered. The headed soldier had a stern face. He walked in with his helmet in his arms, knelt at the palace gate, put down the helmet, and put the object on top of his head with both hands: There is something strange in the hall, so I came here to check it out, but I never expected to find this thing in the corner of the outer hall..."

His words attracted everyone's attention.

Ye Feiwan followed the prestige, and stopped after just one glance.

What was in the general's hand was clearly her silver hairpin, the unique silver hairpin that Feng Qing gave her, the tip of the silver hairpin was still stained with blood.

Feng Qing also saw it, he walked towards the general slowly, stood in front of him, took the silver hairpin in his hand for a long time, looked at it carefully for a long time, then walked up to Ye Feiwan, looked from the hairpin on her head Xiansong swept past her silver hairpin.

Ye Feiwan's face was pale, and she just felt like she was in a tight net, which easily engulfed her, and she couldn't break free.

From the emperor's summoning this morning, to the loss of the silver hairpin, and even the emperor's death at this moment, every step seemed to be aimed at her.

"What do you want to say?" Feng Qing looked at her.

Ye Feiwan looked dazed, and for a while his voice was like a whisper: "You don't believe me?"

"What did the emperor say to you this morning?" Feng Qing asked again.

"..." Ye Feiwan remained silent again.

Still staring at her, Feng Qing reached out and slowly brought the silver hairpin in front of her: "Do you know this thing?" Her voice was tense.

Everyone was shocked, what the prince said was clearly offending the princess, if the princess denied it, then this matter would have nothing to do with the princess.

The eunuch on the side raised his head tremblingly: "My lord, when the princess came this morning, the servant saw that the princess was wearing..." His voice finally disappeared around his lips.

It was because Feng Qing was turning his eyes to look at him, with a blank expression on his face, only those eyes were full of murderous intent.

Looking at Ye Feiwan again, the murderous look in his eyes subsided a little, and he said again: "Do you recognize this thing?"

Ye Feiwan also looked back at him, she was not stupid, she understood the meaning of his words, but she just said in a low voice: "Do you believe me?" Inexplicably, she just wanted an answer stubbornly.

"..." Feng Qing was silent.

Looking at his still handsome features, Ye Feiwan felt desolate for some reason.

They were married, but she never even gained his trust. Reaching out her hand, Ye Feiwan took the silver hairpin from Feng Qing's hand, and looked at the blood on the tip of the hairpin: "This silver hairpin, I..."

"Ye Feiwan!" Feng Qing interrupted her before she finished speaking.

He stared at her.

There are generals and historians outside the door, and there are palace officials inside the house. Every word she says today is destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

Ye Feiwan's eyelashes trembled, and he was about to speak.

There was a loud noise outside the palace, and Gao Feng walked in quickly: "My lord, Miss Qu is outside the palace and wants to see you."

Miss Qu, Qu Yan.

Ye Feiwan was stunned for a moment, she never thought that Qu Yan would be in the palace, let alone that she would see Feng Qing at this time.

Feng Qing pursed her lips, glanced at her, then at Feng Rong who was no longer breathing on the dragon couch, and finally turned and walked out.

Ye Feiwan lowered her eyes and laughed at herself in her heart. She already knew that Feng Qing cared about Quyan, so what's wrong with her now?But why is there still some hope in my heart, thinking of the sentence he hadn't finished saying to her just now in the palace - "If it's not just caring", what would it be?
Not long after, Feng Qing turned back, he still had a expressionless and stern look, but this time, his eyes became darker and more sinister.

Ye Feiwan suddenly felt ominous in his heart.

Sure enough, Feng Qing raised his head slightly in the next moment, and his voice came out as if from an ice cellar: "Take the princess to Dali Temple and wait for her punishment."

"Yes." The soldiers greeted him coldly, the armor and weapons made cold noises, stood up and looked at Ye Feiwan, with a cold voice, "Princess, I have offended you."

Ye Feiwan didn't respond, but just looked at Feng Qing: "Didn't you ask me what the emperor said to me this morning?" She smiled, "He told me, between me and Qu Yan, you chose Qu Yan." Just like his choice at the moment.

Feng Qing paused for a moment, only silent: "..."

"Feng Qing, in the palace, what is the second half of the sentence you said to me, the unfinished sentence?" What is behind the sentence "I don't just care about it anymore".

She wants to hear it.

Feng Qing didn't look at her, there was a dead silence for a long time, and his voice was deep: "It's nothing."

It's nothing.

Ye Feiwan suddenly squinted and smiled until his eyes were red.

It turns out...it's nothing, she's acting affectionate again.

(End of this chapter)