Wei Zi hadn't slept a wink for two days and two nights.
That night, after she asked the young prince to inform Feng Danyuan that Liuyun Mountain was a dormant volcano, her heart was still hanging, how could she still sleep?
The next day, news of the eruption of the Mocheng volcano reached the imperial capital.
Wei Zi shook his hand and the bowl fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.
She immediately asked Feng Shui: "Where is the prince? Where is he now?"
Feng Shui says "I don't know".
Wei Zi looked at her steadily: "Really?"
Feng Shui insisted: "I don't know."
Wei Zi said: "Okay, let the secret guards investigate. I must know the prince's whereabouts."
Feng Shui had no choice but to spread the news.
Wei Zi never knew that one day could be so long. She could do nothing but wait.
Finally, before dark, the news arrived.
Feng Shui still has two words: "I don't know."
This time, Wei Zi asked word for word: "I wonder what it means? He is a living person. Is he missing?"
Feng Shui replied bravely: "Yes."
Wei Zi's anger, which had been suffocating all day and night, suddenly broke out. She grabbed the tea cup on the table and smashed it on the ground: "Don't tell me you don't know! I want to know where he is!"
Wei Zi couldn't stop trembling all over, her face was pale, but her eyes were very red.
But she took a deep breath and gritted her teeth to prevent tears from falling.
Feng Shui was frightened by Wei Zi's appearance.
Her time with Wei Zi was not short, but the latter had always been calm and quiet, and never panicked when things happened. When did he become so chaotic at this moment?
But the life or death of his master was uncertain, so how could Wei Zi remain calm?
There was moonlight that night, and Wei Zi kept the window open, but did not see the young prince again.
There was nothing she could do, she could only sit and wait.
The door opened and someone came in.
Her heart trembled, and she stood up holding on to the handle of the chair, her eyes brightening.
When she saw who was coming, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, but her nose became extremely sore.
Mrs. Feng walked up to Wei Zi on crutches, took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears on Wei Zi's face: "My child, grandma will wait with you."
Wei Zi finally cried out.
Outside Yongning Palace, King Yan, who had sent Old Lady Feng to her, let out a long sigh in the wind.
*
Northern Xinjiang, the royal capital.
The young prince saw the volcano erupt.
After the volcano erupted, he could no longer contact his father.
The secret guard brought news from Desert City: lava was flowing everywhere. Some people in the city escaped, but more people were afraid of being submerged by the lava.
"Where's daddy?" The young prince raised his head and looked at the secret guard.
"Where is Nanming?" Feng Weihuan asked.
The secret guard shook his head and replied with two words: "I don't know."
"How come you don't know? You guys keep looking for him. Dad is so powerful. He must be fine. You will definitely find him!" The young prince was anxious.
The secret guard took the order, and the young prince felt that he still had to rely on himself, so he thought about his father hard.
But it was no use, his mind almost exploded thinking about it, but he still didn't see his father.
"Auntie, I can't find my father. I miss my mother." The little prince pursed his lips and was about to cry.
Feng Weihuan was also very confused, but she was an adult, and she had to be more rational than the young prince: "Xiaoyu, don't look for your mother yet. Your mother is about to give birth to a little brother and a little sister, and we can't let her worry anymore."
The young prince nodded sensibly and cried "Wow".
The King of Northern Xinjiang, who learned about the incident in Mocheng, heard the cry of the young prince outside the house. He shook his head helplessly, stroking his forehead and walked away in a depressed manner.
