Shangguan Ruoxin looked at the backs of Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu hatefully, clenching her hands into fists, "Feng Qianchen, one day I will let you only have me in your eyes!" Shangguan Ruoxin's eyes narrowed slightly, her whole body
It gives people an eerie feeling.
The servants following her couldn't help but step back. At this time, keeping quiet and not being affected is the best policy.
Eunuch Chen immediately followed Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu without even using the courtesy.
Shangguan Ruoxin didn't pay much attention to these details. All she saw in her eyes at this moment was the figures of Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu leaning on each other and drifting away.
In Feng Ruixuan's bedroom, Feng Juechen sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, looking at Feng Ruixuan who had been unconscious and motionless, with a sneer on his face.
Once upon a time, I was loved by thousands of people.
It was in this palace that when I was a child, I once shouted that I wanted to ride Feng Ruixuan like a horse. All the servants in the room immediately knelt down with frightened expressions, but Feng Ruixuan smiled and patted his head and walked away with a wave.
All the servants.
"Come, Father, let me ride on your horse..." Feng Ruixuan literally lay down on the ground and let himself ride on it.
How happy I was at that time. Even Feng Qianchen now, never enjoyed this kind of treatment when he was a child, right?
However, one day suddenly, Feng Ruixuan's attitude towards him changed. He no longer relied on him in everything, and looked at him as if he were a stranger. Until one day, Murong Qing told her everything.
, it turns out that I am not his biological flesh and blood.
His biological father was the former prince, and Feng Ruixuan obtained this throne through despicable means. At that moment, he felt extremely ridiculous.
It would be great if he was really Feng Ruixuan's biological son, the young Feng Juechen thought about it more than once.
However, his proposals were rejected time and time again by Feng Ruixuan, and when Feng Qianchen came in and out of the imperial study room more often than he did, Feng Juechen really began to hate him, even though he was not Feng Ruixuan's flesh and blood.
He is also qualified enough to inherit all this.
That throne originally belonged to his biological father.
The door of Feng Ruixuan's palace was pushed open from the outside, and the summer sunshine suddenly poured in. Feng Juechen looked around and saw Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu bathing in the sunshine.
Feng Juechen once envied Feng Qianchen. Even though the position of prince was not his, Feng Ruixuan still trained him as the heir to the throne.
But that won't happen now. That throne can only be his. As for Feng Qianchen, the biggest stumbling block... A cold light suddenly appeared in Feng Juechen's eyes.
As Feng Juechen's heart went through a thousand twists and turns, Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen had already arrived.
"Father, are you okay?" Feng Qianchen's voice was still cold, but his eyes looking at the unconscious Feng Ruixuan were very warm.
Feng Juechen snorted coldly, "Does the Seventh Emperor really miss his father or is he just showing off?"
"Who is sincere and who is pretentious? My father's heart is like a bright mirror." Now that Jiao Xiaoliu saw Feng Juechen, he felt his blood surge and wished he could end it.
Feng Juechen stood up and looked at Feng Qianchen, "On the day of my prince's wedding, the seventh emperor's brother escorted my father back to the palace. Since then, my father has been unconscious." Anyone who looked at Feng Qianchen would be defeated.
When the battle comes, Feng Juechen is no exception.
