The news that Yifangfei fell ill soon reached the palace. The queen immediately sent people to bring precious medicinal materials such as Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and deer antlers, and comforted Yifangfei to take good care of her body and take good care of herself.
As for Wu Fengying's funeral, the queen was afraid that she would be too sad and faint again, so she called Cui'e, the personal maid next to her, to come over. After all, this maid was also the maid who had taken care of Wu Fengying when she was a child. Now she is in charge of it herself. When the prince was buried and the coffin was sealed, the love between master and servant was fulfilled.
After Cui'e finished handling the matter, she returned to the palace and left several maids behind in Prince Rui's Mansion to help take care of some chores behind her.
In the Qianning Hall, the Queen was lying lazily on the phoenix platform. She played with the smooth and smooth nails in her hands, and her red phoenix eyes flickered.
"Empress, Cui'e is back." The little palace maid Ping'er came in to report.
Danfeng's eyes trembled, and his lazy body suddenly straightened up and sat down.
"Tell her to come in. Also, I just ran out of rougeqin here. Ping'er should go to Wanye's room."
"Slave, go now." Ping'er carefully stepped out.
At this time, a delicate palace maid in her thirties came quickly and respectfully. She lowered her head slightly and looked cold. She was Cui'e who had returned from Prince Rui's Mansion to inquire about news.
"What's going on? Have you looked carefully?" Danfeng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her face closely.
"Back to your Majesty, I have seen it clearly. It is indeed Prince Rui. The mark on his chest, just as your Majesty said, has bloomed like a flower." Cui'e affirmed.
The queen looked gentle and smiled elegantly: "Cui'e, you are an old man next to me. How many years have you served me?"
"Back to the empress, it's been ten years and three months." Cui'e's back felt cold, and her palms were still sweating.
"Ten years already? If Cui'e didn't mention it, I'd almost forgotten about it. It turns out it's been such a long time." The queen paused. "I wonder if Cui'e has any relatives outside the palace?"
"Back to the empress, I originally had a younger brother, but in the third year after entering the palace, there was a flood in my hometown, and my younger brother was washed away by the flood. Probably, I probably won't have the chance to meet him again." Speaking of this, Cui'e's voice was a little sad.
"So that's how it is." The queen's eyebrows were slightly raised and she smiled. "I originally thought that Cui'e has been working for me for so many years and has always been loyal. Although I am reluctant, I still want to let Cui'e go out and follow her. Relatives are reunited. But since Cui'e has no relatives, then she should stay in the palace and continue to do good things for me. I will definitely not treat Cui'e badly."
"My slave, thank you for your kindness." Cui'e knelt down with a plop and thanked her.
The queen waved her phoenix sleeves lightly.
"You're tired after a busy day, go down and have a rest." Turning around, she lay on her side on Fengta, and her slightly narrowed red phoenix eyes suddenly opened.
Ying'er, Ying'er, go well.
This is your life, and the queen mother is also doing it for your own good. Who told you that you were born at the wrong time?
Inside Prince Rui's Mansion.
When Yifangfei woke up faintly, Xiaolan told her that the Queen had sent someone to come. Yifangfei just responded lightly.
Um--
She clearly smelled the faint fragrance of pine nuts, was she dreaming?
"Xiaolan, who else came here when I was in a coma?"
"Back to the princess, only Dragon Guard and Madam Bai have been here." Xiaolan was a little surprised, why did the princess suddenly ask about this?
"Are you sure no one else has been here?" Could it be that she was dreaming? She clearly remembered those gentle hands, the soft tone, and the familiar fragrance of pine nuts.
She was silent, her light eyebrows slightly frowned.
Xiaolan couldn't bear to see Yi Fangfei so quiet, as if her soul was separated from her body and seemed to melt in the air.
So, she stepped forward and suggested kindly: "Princess, you have been in a coma all day and haven't eaten anything. Do you want to eat something? Instruct Xiaolan. Xiaolan will go to the kitchen to cook for the princess."
Xiaolan felt sorry for Yi Fangfei's haggard and pale face.
"I have no appetite now and don't want to eat anything." Yi Fangfei forced herself to sit up. "By the way, where is the prince?"
Xiaolan hesitated to speak, for fear of irritating Yifangfei, she hesitated and did not want to tell Yifangfei.
Yi Fangfei said coldly.
"Xiaolan, I'm fine now. I was too impulsive yesterday. Tell me, where is the prince?"
"Back to the princess, the queen is afraid that you will be sad. Today, I have sent Cui'e, the palace maid who took care of the prince when I was a child, to personally preside over the ceremony and send the prince to his coffin." Xiaolan watched closely for any expression on Yi Fangfei's face and said carefully.
Will the Queen be afraid that she will be sad?
snort--
Yi Fangfei snorted coldly. She was probably worried that Wu was still alive, so she specially sent someone over to find out the news. Yi Fangfei's face darkened and her eyes became colder.
"Then where is the prince's coffin placed now?"
"It's placed in the main hall." Xiaolan was extremely worried about Yifangfei's current appearance, cold and cold.
Yi Fangfei struggled to get up and sit down. She said indifferently: "Help me go and take a look."
"Princess, the doctor said that your body - if you are stimulated again, Princess -" Xiaolan looked at Yi Fangfei, whose face was getting whiter and whiter. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Don't bother me, help me go." There was a cold sword hidden in Yi Fangfei's eyes, which looked directly into Xiaolan's eyes. Xiaolan had to compromise under Yi Fangfei's firm look.
She carefully supported Yifangfei and walked slowly to the main hall.
In the main hall, a pair of high-quality nanmu coffins lay there quietly. Yi Fangfei's eyes couldn't help but moisten. She leaned over with red eyes and stretched out her hand to caress the coffin, with a sad and gentle expression.
Fog, are you alone in that world?
Fog, are you lying in the dark, scared?
On that eerie Huangquan Road, have you ever drank Meng Po Soup? Could it be that you have forgotten me at this moment?
Her face was pressed against the cold coffin, and her expression became soft, as clear and crystal clear as water.
Her eyes slowly closed, her thick, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and translucent water droplets hung on them, and they couldn't help but fall down, moistening her dry rose-red lips.
When the Three Wise Kings and the Eighth Prince came in, they saw this scene.
A trace of pain slowly appeared in the eyes of the gentle man in white clothes. His eyes were filled with light, and his obsidian pupils were quiet and sad.
"Miss Wanrou." He called softly.
Yi Fangfei, who was immersed in her own world, heard Wu Fengxuan's call, as if she hadn't heard her. Her cheek was still pressed against the cold coffin, and her jade fingers continued to caress the texture on the coffin.
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"Miss Wanrou, please forgive me! If the seventh brother knew that the girl was so sad, he would not feel at ease down there." Wu Fengxuan reached out and patted Yi Fangfei on the shoulder.
For some reason, he couldn't call her sister-in-law, nor was he willing to call her Princess Rui.
The intoxicated person suddenly woke up. She looked at Wu Fengxuan in slight shock, looking into his warm and moist eyes.
That touch of tenderness had also been seen in Wu's eyes, but the same soft light now was not given by him. So, Wu Fengxuan's tenderness at this moment pierced her heart deeply.
It was like a lingering memory, imprinted in her mind.
Her heart tightened in vain, and she was so cold that she could hardly stand still, but she had to hold on.
"The Three Wise Kings are here. Xiaolan, you are entertaining the distinguished guests. Why are you standing there in a daze?" The faint smile on her face at the moment was uglier than crying.
"Xiaolan will go right away." Xiaolan glanced at Wu Fengxuan and hurriedly went to make arrangements.
Yi Fangfei stood up from the coffin and said calmly: "Sit down, Three Sages, don't be polite. You used to have the best relationship with Wu, but now you come to see him, Wu will be happy." She raised her head slightly and combed her hair.
After a moment of sadness, he made a gesture and asked Wu Fengxuan to take a seat.
But through Wu Fengxuan's shoulder, she saw the person she least wanted to see at this moment - the Eighth Prince!
That person stood there, scanning the main hall with her red phoenix eyes. Her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth. She couldn't help but clenched her fists tightly at her side.
"What's the matter? The seventh sister-in-law doesn't seem to welcome the eighth brother very much?" The corners of his eyebrows were slightly raised, and a cold light floated in Danfeng's eyes.
"Oh, that's not the case. Your seventh brother didn't like you when he was alive, and after his death, he naturally doesn't want to see you. So as his princess, I don't like people he doesn't like either." At this moment, she
, not afraid of offending the Eighth Prince at all.
Wu Fenghuang was in a daze for a moment. He didn't expect her to be so direct.
In terms of face, he was a little worried at this moment, and he said coldly: "It seems that the prince has come to the wrong place." He became a little angry and bumped into a hard nail.
Before leaving, he seemed to have thought of something, turned around and called Wu Fengxuan.
"Third brother, are you leaving?"
Wu Fengxuan looked at Yifangfei, looking melancholy.
"Your Highness, please go first. I want to stay here and pay homage to my seventh brother. I will go to the Prince's Mansion later." Wu Fengxuan declined politely.
Wu Fenghuang glared at Yi Fangfei fiercely, then looked at Wu Fengxuan, he raised his hand and waved his sleeves. "Whatever you want!" He stepped out of Prince Rui's Mansion angrily.
Yi Fangfei suddenly chuckled.
Refreshing! Seeing that person's angry look, she felt happy for Wu. Wu, I vented my anger for you, do you know? Her eyebrows spread, and the soft light shone.
"Miss Wanrou, the eighth brother is just a little willful. In fact, he is not a bad boy. He came today because he sincerely came to worship the seventh brother." Wu Fengxuan couldn't bear it.
But Yi Fangfei rolled her eyes at him. "Let me tell you, I'm not in a good mood. You'd better not mention him to me now. I definitely hate him. It's useless for you to say anything nice." She decided to hate someone.
You will definitely hate it to the end, no matter who tries to persuade you, it will be of no use.
Seeing Yi Fangfei's insistent expression, Wu Fengxuan said nothing. He took the three sticks of incense delivered by Xiaolan, bowed three times to Wu Fengying's coffin, and then inserted them into the incense burner.
Seventh brother, please go with peace of mind. Third brother will take good care of Wanrou for you. Don't worry, I will protect her for life... comprehensively! His voice is as light as a mosquito, others can't hear it at all.