Feng Qingyin has never been shy about calling Emperor Qiwen "old guy" in front of Zhan Yuheng.
Zhan Yuheng never took her words seriously, so Feng Qingyin felt that Zhan Yuheng had acquiesced in her behavior and became even more unscrupulous.
Feng Qingyin told Zhan Yuheng several times how Emperor Qiwen forced her to submit. Zhan Yuheng also knew that she hated Emperor Qiwen.
Even though she knew that Zhan Yuheng would not care about her, Feng Qingyin would always mention her "tragic experience" from time to time.
Without Zhan Yuheng talking, Feng Qingyin continued: "So, the old guy's death is not suspicious, is it?"
"He is old and will die sooner or later. Wouldn't it be a good thing for you, me, and our son that he dies now?"
"What did you say?"
Zhan Yuheng stared at Feng Qingyin and his voice became deeper.
"Why are you trying to hurt me?
Don't you remember how your mother died tragically?
The old guy gave your mother to her enemy."
"He forced your queen mother to death. Your queen mother died miserably. Don't you hate the old guy?"
Feng Qingyin looked at Zhan Yuheng, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths before she regained her breath.
"Although your mother is cruel, all this is for you, don't you understand?"
"In these days of living in the harem, I can especially understand what your mother did back then."
"If she wasn't ruthless, you might not be able to keep your position as the crown prince. To be honest, without her, there would be no you!"
Feng Qingyin covered her heart, took a few steps back, and sat down on the chair.
"Brother Prince, this is the first time you have come to my Qingxiang Palace. You didn't even dare to come and take a look at the birth of your own child. You..." Feng Qingyin shook her head and sighed lightly.
"I also understand your difficulties, so I never blame you, but have you ever thought about it for me?"
"Not to mention that I worked so hard to give birth to a royal son for you, but you don't even look at me."
"I have always kept to myself and never done anything beyond my limits. I just thought that when my brother, the crown prince, would become emperor, I would be able to return my mother and son's status."
"Nanmen Rong is so powerful and has such a powerful mother-in-law, but they have all been defeated. How can I, a woman with a baby, dare to assassinate the emperor?"
"Brother Prince, please wake up! This old guy is dead, and it is not worth your grief."
"Now the people of the Imperial Family are almost approaching the Imperial City. If the old guy hadn't been weakening your troops and you were here, the situation would not be like this at all."
"A country cannot live without a king for a day, let alone at this time."
"If you want to keep the Zhan family's royal family, you must ascend the throne now, inherit the throne, seize the old man's military power, and eradicate the remaining members of the Di family."
"Instead of coming here to question me, a stupid woman like your mother who always only thinks about you!"
After Feng Qingyin finished speaking, the palace was quiet for a while.
In the end, Zhan Yuheng turned around and left without leaving a word.
Until he walked far away, Linglong, who was hiding in the inner hall, came out and closed the door.
"Miss."
She came to Feng Qingyin's side and called out in a low voice.
"Have someone prepare a phoenix robe for me."
Feng Qingyin looked at Linglong and curled her lips slightly.
Linglong immediately glanced at the door of the inner hall, then her eyes returned to Feng Qingyin: "This..." "Why are you panicking?"
Which of my clothes is not like a phoenix robe?"
Feng Qingyin picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
"In the past, I didn't care about this position, but the situation will soon change. I will be the queen of my brother, the prince, no, the brother of the emperor."
"Sooner or later, the world will be informed of this matter. Those who understand current affairs are heroes, right?"
In the past, when the old guy was not dead, she had to be secretive when speaking. Now that the old guy is dead, why should she still be afraid?
"Miss, even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascends the throne soon, he still has a tough battle to fight. Should this matter be slowed down?"
"Don't be nagging! Just get ready if I ask you to!"
Feng Qingyin stood up, turned around and walked to the other side.
Linglong looked at her leaving figure, cupped her hands and said, "Yes, Miss."
Seven days later, Zhan Yuheng ascended the throne and inherited the throne.
On the day he ascended the throne, as soon as the enthronement ceremony was over, he put on armor and went into battle, blocking the entrance of Youyou in the palace.
For this enthronement ceremony, the Seventh Prince Zhan Luo Ri and the Eighth Prince Zhan Lingtian were unable to attend due to the war.
After Zhan Yuheng succeeded to the throne, he obtained military orders and led the Emperor's army to fight against the enemy.
In the early days, Queen Mother Ning disappeared for a long time, and no one knew where she had gone.
Zhan Yuheng left, leaving only Feng Qingyin in the palace.
Feng Qingyin cannot sit on the throne of the Queen on the same day that Zhan Yuheng ascends the throne. She is like a lunatic and will kill people at the slightest displeasure.
Since Zhan Yuheng succeeded to the throne, the entire harem has been in chaos.
Except for Feng Qingyin, everyone living in the harem was afraid that one day they would lose their heads.
...It lasted three full months, and the Black Canyon went from being full of fighting at the beginning to gradually calming down at the end.
These three words, Feng Jiuer, are almost universally recognized by people in Black Canyon, ranging from eighty to eight years old.
Feng Jiuer, as always, drove Chaiyue and walked at the front of the team.
She was dressed in white, with only a few faint yellow flowers decorating the robe.
Her long, glossy black hair hangs down her back and falls naturally.
At first glance, he looks like a fairy who fell into the mortal world without being stained by any dust.
However, on the battlefield, her heroic appearance is not comparable to that of any other woman.
"Jiu'er."
Qiao Mu drove up on his horse.
She looked at the hilltop in front of her with a somewhat happy expression: "Now only Nanman Castle is left, Jiu'er, do you think the castle master will agree without saying anything?"
"I'm not him, how do I know?"
Feng Jiuer glanced at Qiao Mu and raised her eyebrows lightly.
"It's not difficult to guess."
Qiao Mu shrugged, "If we hadn't helped a lot of people when we went there, our trip wouldn't have been easy."
"Indeed, this speed is beyond my expectation."
Feng Jiuer looked at the patch of green in the distance that symbolized life, and raised the corner of her mouth slightly.
In three months, almost the entire Black Canyon could be recovered, which was something Feng Jiuer could not even dream of before.
Perhaps a large part of the reason is attributed to Zhaojiazhai, but the process is important, and the result is even more important.
This is the result Feng Jiuer wants.
Suddenly, not far away, the brothers who went to explore the road were riding their horses back, their expressions seemed a bit solemn.
Qiao Mu frowned slightly and stepped forward: "What happened?"
"General Qiao, we have found a lot of troops and they are coming towards us."
A brother responded in a deep voice.
"right."
The other brother also nodded, "It's on the other side of the mountain and will meet us soon."
