The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 322 Where is the Nanyue Prince?

On the way, Feng Qingcheng thought about countless lines, how to question Cang Yanli when she saw him, and how to hate her when she saw the Nanyue princess who coveted her husband.

But when she rushed into the imperial garden with a murderous look and saw a large group of people, she paused, just wanting to disappear on the spot.

Can that little palace maid describe how Cang Yanlei is alone with Princess Nanyue?
Obviously, the emperor led a large group of courtiers to discuss matters related to the border with the South Vietnamese envoys, but the South Vietnamese princess was also there. Feng Qingcheng doubted whether she could understand what happened in Guosheng. Standing in the crowd, her His eyes were almost glued to Cang Yanlai's body.

Now is obviously not a good time to settle accounts, let's withdraw first.

Feng Qingcheng turned around and walked back, but she only took two steps when the majestic voice of the emperor came from behind, "Qingcheng, I mentioned you to the Nanyue Crown Prince just now, but you came unexpectedly."

Feng Qingcheng bit her lower lip hard, and when she turned back, the expression on her face had been adjusted to a noble and elegant smile pattern, "I'm just passing by, so I won't bother the emperor to discuss state affairs with the envoys."

As she spoke, she wanted to turn around and run away again.

Before the legs had time to step out, Cang Aotian said again, "Qingcheng, if you are free now, can you treat the eye disease for Prince Nanyue first?"

As the emperor, when he spoke to his daughter-in-law, he did not use an orderly tone, but asked her what she wanted, which can be said to have given her enough face.

How could Feng Qingcheng refuse in front of so many courtiers, slapping the face of the emperor?

She narrowed her eyes, lowered her head and replied, "Yes, I will follow the emperor's order."

As soon as she finished speaking, she clearly felt that a line of sight above her head became sharper, which made her feel like a light on her back.

Feng Qingcheng instinctively raised her head and looked back, and at a glance she saw Cang Yanli standing beside the emperor.

I saw his brows were furrowed tightly, and there was a color in his deep eyes that she couldn't understand, like anger or hatred, and there was also unresolved sadness, so dark and difficult to distinguish.

At the moment when they met his gaze, Feng Qingcheng's heart felt like being stung by something, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation spread in her heart.

She is contributing to the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries. She did not do anything to offend him. Why does she feel a little guilty?

But Cang Yanlei didn't say anything after all, just staring at her with his deep phoenix eyes.

Feng Qingcheng felt that his gaze was piercing her heart like a thorn, she simply turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

"Your Highness, I heard that your princess is unparalleled in witchcraft. Can she really cure my prince's elder brother's eye disease?" Nan Lingyue, who had been following Cang Yanlai, turned to look at the man, and asked casually. The charming face is intertwined with innocence.

Cang Yanlei's side face was cold and thin, and after a moment of silence, he replied lightly, "En."

In fact, even Feng Qingcheng herself was not [-]% sure that she could cure the prince's eye disease. After all, she had only treated human and domestic animal injuries during this period of time.

Cang Yanli and Cang Aotian, who is the king of a country, have thrown such a big responsibility on her, and she actually has psychological pressure.

However, after hearing the man's affirmative reply to Nan Lingyue, she also seemed to have been encouraged, and turned to ask Cang Aotian, "Your Majesty, where is the Prince Nanyue?"

Before Cang Aotian could reply, Nan Lingyue had already rushed to answer, "Brother Prince is right there! Let's go, I'll go with you!"

Feng Qingcheng turned her head to look in the direction of her finger, and saw a purple-clothed man sitting alone with his back to them in the viewing pavilion not far from the rockery, and there was only a maid serving tea and water standing behind him. There was an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)