Emperor Qiwen's words made the atmosphere in the palace suddenly tense.
When the old eunuch heard this, he immediately stood up and stared at Feng Qingyin closely: "Your Majesty, do you need escort?"
Suddenly, Feng Qingyin laughed out loud.
She held a spoon and stirred the dark medicine without any panic on her face.
Feng Qingyin raised her eyes and looked at Emperor Qiwen, frowning slightly: "I wonder who has been sending people to ask me to bring the little prince here? Now that I am here, I am questioned."
"Your Majesty, don't you think what you said is ridiculous?"
Feng Qingyin curled her lips slightly and returned her gaze to the medicinal soup.
"Is the Emperor worried that I will assassinate you? Or poison you? I did not do this bowl of medicinal soup. If I wanted to kill you, would it be the imperial doctor or the old slave below?"
"Your Majesty." Seeing this, the old eunuch could neither stand nor kneel.
Emperor Qiwen smiled slightly and didn't take these things to heart at all.
"If Concubine Qing has no intention of poisoning me, are you willing to take a taste of this medicine for me first?"
Feng Qingyin stared at the man beside her, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
This old man was so afraid of death that if the little prince hadn't been there, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for her to get in.
"Okay." Feng Qingyin curled her lips slightly, scooped up some medicinal soup, put it into her mouth, and swallowed it with a "Gulu" sound.
"Your Majesty, if I die trying the medicine for you, you have to look at how you treat our child. This is mine and the Emperor's child."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took another spoonful of medicine and swallowed it.
"I know I used to be willful, but now that I am a mother, apart from a filial child and a healthy husband, what else can I ask for?"
Feng Qingyin looked at the medicine in the bowl and took another spoonful.
"I will do it myself." Emperor Qiwen frowned and sent the child out.
Seeing this, the old eunuch hurriedly walked over and took the medicinal soup from Feng Qingyin's hand.
Little did they know that when the medicinal soup left Feng Qingyin's hand, a drop of water fell from the specially made ring in her hand and slipped into the medicinal soup.
Feng Qingyin took her child, stood up, took a few steps away from the bed, and turned around.
She saw Emperor Qiwen drink the medicinal soup with her own eyes, and the evil spirit flashed in her eyes.
"Does the Emperor want to see the little prince again, or is he going to bed?" Feng Qingyin frowned and asked softly.
Emperor Qiwen put the bowl in his hand on the old eunuch's hand.
The old eunuch put the bowl aside and supported Emperor Qiwen to lie down.
"Take him back. In two days, when I have recovered from the cold, I will go and see my little prince in person."
"As long as Concubine Qing can keep her peace, I will not treat you mother and son badly, so go ahead."
Feng Qingyin hugged the little prince and blessed her body. When she turned around, her eyes were full of evil spirits.
…
The next day, the news of the emperor's death quickly spread throughout the palace.
No one came to summon her, Feng Qingyin stayed in her palace and did not leave.
It wasn't until after Xiangwu that Zhan Yuheng walked into Feng Qingyin's Qingxiang Hall in person. This was his first time visiting this place.
"Miss, it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince is here." Linglong hurriedly came in and reported.
Feng Qingyin looked at herself in the mirror and stood up slowly.
"Bring the little prince out and meet his biological father."
Linglong glanced at the inner hall, nodded, and walked in.
The emperor had just passed away. The young lady was not worried that the people inside would hear her words, but Linglong was a little worried.
Fortunately, the outer hall and the inner hall are relatively far apart, so the people inside probably didn't hear it.
Before Linglong could bring the little prince out, Zhan Yuheng strode in.
"Brother Prince." Feng Qingyin walked towards Zhan Yuheng with broken steps.
If Qingyun hadn't stood in front of her, Feng Qingyin might have pounced directly on Zhan Yuheng.
Feng Qingyin stopped and glanced at Qingyun sadly.
Qingyun lowered his head and gave up his position.
"Go and guard outside." Zhan Yuheng ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Qingyun nodded, turned around and walked out.
"What exactly did you do to my father last night?" Zhan Yuheng stared at Feng Qingyin, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"What did I do to your father?" Feng Qingyin met Zhan Yuheng's gaze and frowned.
Suddenly the cry of a child came from behind. Feng Qingyin was anxious and immediately turned around and went back.
"What's wrong? Wasn't the prince fine just now? Why is there such a fuss?"
"Miss, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened to the little prince?" Linglong hugged the little prince and walked out.
"See His Highness the Crown Prince." She blessed Zhan Yuheng and then handed the baby in her arms to Feng Qingyin.
Feng Qingyin hugged the little prince and her whole body became gentle.
"My dear, my dear, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? My dear, don't cry! My dear, please stop crying, okay?"
The little prince was hugged and shaken by Feng Qingyin, and then he stopped crying.
"Yes, you should listen to your mother. You are a good boy to me, right? Good boy, take a good rest. Be good, take a good rest."
Feng Qingyin's current appearance of a loving mother doesn't look fake.
When the little prince calmed down completely, Linglong stepped forward and whispered: "Miss, let me take the little prince in."
"Yes." Feng Qingyin nodded, "Move as gently as possible. You don't know that the little prince is quite irritable these days."
"Okay, miss, I understand." Linglong took the little prince with great care and looked at Zhan Yuheng's blessed body again.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, my subordinates resign."
Zhan Yuheng's eyes fell on the little prince, and his aura was obviously different from before.
Seeing that he kept looking at the little prince, Linglong asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, do you want to give the little prince a hug?"
Zhan Yuheng was brought back to consciousness by Linglong's words. He waved his hand and said calmly: "Take him in to rest."
"Yes." Linglong leaned forward again, turned around and walked into the inner hall.
"Brother Prince, I really didn't do anything to the emperor."
Feng Qingyin moved forward, trying to grab Zhan Yuheng's sleeves, but he dodged her.
She pursed her lips and whispered: "If I didn't look at your face, I wouldn't be able to see him."
"Last night he doubted my past intentions, and today you came to question me again, making it sound as if I really killed him."
"You said that my father also had doubts about you last night. Could it be that you did something to him?" Zhan Yuheng's thoughts were still on the little prince.
He was afraid that he would wake up the sleeping child inside, so he could only suppress his anger as much as possible.
"I didn't." Feng Qingyin said pitifully, "The old guy asked me to test the medicine for him. If you don't believe it, you can ask the dead eunuch next to him."
"I heard that he passed away today. I also felt strange. Why was it okay if I drank the medicine, but something happened to him after drinking it?"
