Feng Jiuer felt a little uncomfortable as she touched the box, which was almost invisible.
As soon as she came, the wet nurse died.
The memories about the wet nurse in my mind all belong to the real Feng Jiuer.
But now that she thinks about it, she can still feel the same way.
Feng Jiuer knelt there for a while, stood up with the box in her arms, turned around, and left the frosty room.
...In the Yuxiao Palace, Zhan Yuheng was reviewing the memorial.
An old man walked in and knelt in the hall: "See your Majesty."
"What's the matter?"
Qingyun, who was standing not far from Zhan Yuheng, asked in a deep voice.
The old man looked up at Qingyun and stood up.
"Your Majesty, the guards in prison just sent this. They said they found it in the cell of Concubine Qing."
Zhan Yuheng waved his hand and ignored it.
Qingyun handed over his hand and took an arrow and a letter from his old father-in-law.
When he unfolded the rolled-up letter, his thick eyebrows instantly furrowed.
Qingyun immediately turned around, looked at Zhan Yuheng, and bent down slightly.
"Your Majesty, it's...Xiao Jinju."
As Qingyun expected, when he mentioned Little Golden Chrysanthemum, the emperor suddenly became different.
"Send it up."
Zhan Yuheng looked at the thing in Qingyun's hand and said in a deep voice.
Qingyun immediately moved forward and presented both the arrow and the letter to Zhan Yuheng.
He could clearly feel that the emperor's palms, which had been connected to the object, were trembling a bit.
Feng Jiuer is not only stunningly beautiful, but also has extraordinary abilities. Unfortunately, if the emperor misses her, he will miss her for the rest of his life.
Qingyun couldn't help feeling regretful, but even the emperor was powerless, so what could he do to help?
Zhan Yuheng took the short arrow and the letter with a bunch of small golden chrysanthemums in both hands, and placed them on the table with great care.
He held the little golden chrysanthemum, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the letter.
On the letter, Feng Jiuer's handwriting is good.
Your Majesty, this may be the last thing I ask you for.
No matter what mistakes Feng Qingyin has made, the emperor please consider that Grandpa Feng has made great contributions to the court in those days and treat him with some mercy.
A generation of loyal ministers, you don’t want him to end up in a miserable old age, right?
Here, I sincerely hope that the emperor will consider the punishment of the Feng family as appropriate.
The last signature on the letter was "thank you" and no name was left.
Feng Jiuer felt that with Zhan Yuheng's intelligence, he should be able to guess who she was.
This was not part of the plan. She just didn't want to see Grandpa Feng with his gray hair and depressed appearance, so she left the letter.
Just three lines of text, Zhan Yuheng read it back and forth countless times.
Suddenly, he put the letter in his palm and looked at Qingyun.
"Let her come to me, let her come to me in person. As long as she comes in person, I will definitely agree to her request."
Qingyun was embarrassed and looked back at his old father-in-law: "Tell me, where did this come from?"
"General Huiyun, it was sent here by someone in prison. He found it in Concubine Qing's cell, but... no, no one was found."
Before Qingyun could respond, Zhan Yuheng stood up and walked out.
"emperor."
Qingyun immediately followed, "Your Majesty, are you going to the cell?"
Zhan Yuheng didn't respond and walked out without looking back.
No matter how anxious Qingyun was, he could only follow closely.
The husband, who was totally unaware of the situation, didn't dare to think too much and ran after her.
Qingyun turned his head and glanced at the old father-in-law who came forward, and asked in a deep voice: "Is Concubine Qing going to be executed tomorrow?"
"Yes."
The old man responded in a low voice.
"Quick, go prepare the carriage."
Qingyun waved his hand and said.
"yes."
The old man nodded and ran forward anxiously.
When the carriage came over, Zhan Yuheng had already left some distance away.
"Your Majesty, please get on the carriage. This place is some distance from the prison cell."
Qingyun ran forward and waved his hand.
Only then did Zhan Yuheng stop and get on the carriage.
A moment later, there was chaos outside the cell.
If it weren't for their incompetence, they wouldn't have let anyone in, and they would have even left without even realizing it.
When they heard that the emperor was coming in person, the jailers were frightened.
After a while, the old father-in-law's voice came in from outside: "The Emperor has arrived!"
Several jailers stood in two rows with their heads lowered.
When Zhan Yuheng walked into the cell, everyone knelt down together.
"See you, Your Majesty, long live my Emperor!"
Zhan Yuheng strode in without stopping.
"Where did you find the letterhead?
Take the emperor in quickly."
Qingyun's deep voice sounded.
"In the innermost cell."
The leader of the jailers immediately bowed forward and waved his hand to lead the way.
"Come in with the oil lamp."
His trembling voice spread out.
"yes."
Someone outside responded.
Several jailers, all holding oil lamps, hurriedly followed in.
After Feng Qingyin was imprisoned, Zhan Yuheng ignored her and was even less likely to come to see her.
In the harem, among the late emperor's concubines, there are still some people who were killed by Feng Qingyin before it was too late. Seeing the situation like this, of course they will not miss any opportunity for revenge.
Feng Qingyin was locked up in the darkest and coldest cell. It was indeed not Zhan Yuheng's order.
Zhan Yuheng suddenly came to see Feng Qingyin, and everyone in the cell was particularly worried.
Soon, Feng Qingyin's cell became bright.
Qingyun glanced at Zhan Yuheng, then waved his hand and said calmly: "Open the door."
"yes."
The head jailer immediately took the key and went to open the cell door.
Feng Qingyin was sitting in the haystack, with unkempt hair and blood stains on her face and body, making her original appearance almost unrecognizable.
"What's going on?"
Zhan Yuheng didn't speak, and Qingyun's voice sounded again.
"Go back to the emperor, go back to General Yun, we don't know what's going on?"
The head jailer bent down and cupped his hands and responded.
"She was still fine when I brought dinner here today. I don't know why she kept laughing until late at night."
"Later, the villain brought someone in to check and found that her face seemed to be injured."
The jailer took out a piece of white cloth from his waist and spread it out in front of Zhan Yuheng and Qingyun.
"This is the fragment the villain found inside. She may have hidden the bowl herself."
"After careful inspection, I found the arrow on the beam next to the window, and the villain immediately asked someone to send it to the Holy One."
As soon as he finished speaking, the head jailer knelt down.
As soon as he knelt down, the other jailers knelt down.
"The villains haven't left their cells all day, but someone sneaked in at some point. Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
The head jailer begged for mercy in a low voice.
"I know my crime, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
Several jailers begged for mercy in unison.
The jailer's voice made Feng Qingyin wake up inside.
She raised her eyes, stared at him, stood up, and ran over to Zhan Yuheng.
"Brother Emperor, you have come to see my concubine. Brother Emperor, you are here. You are finally here."
