In the tent, Di Wuya looked at Zhan Liyue momentarily, his breath getting colder and colder.
"Your Highness, the Queen..." Yu Jingfeng was worried that Di Wuya had done something irreversible, so he immediately moved forward and stood in front of Di Wuya.
"The Emperor's dynasty is indispensable. The Empress does this all for the sake of the Emperor's family. Your Highness, please think twice!"
Yu Jingfeng may understand Zhan Liyue's approach, but he also pities Di Wuya and Feng Jiuer very much.
"His Royal Highness, now that things have come to this, you should put aside...the personal relationship between your children." Yu Jingfeng's voice sounded again in the tent.
"It is imperative to restore the Emperor's dynasty. We have sacrificed so many brothers and we must not give up at this time."
Yu Jingfeng looked at Di Wuya's increasingly cold face, and his heartbeat was not only twice as fast as usual.
"Your Highness, we went north, sacrificing our brothers and the happiness of the people, all for one thing."
"If you give up now, Miss Jiu'er will be unhappy if she finds out about it. Your Highness, please think again!"
Di Wuya clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles crackling, but he did not take action in the end.
The moment he turned around, Zhan Liyue whispered: "Wuya, don't you want to know who is sleeping here?"
"He is your third brother, Emperor Wuyou."
"When the fire broke out, he was only more than two months old. Now, he is in his twenties, but he doesn't even know who his biological mother is."
"Who caused all this? It was the Zhan family. The Zhan family ruined our family. We came back just to get back everything that should belong to us."
"Is this wrong?"
Zhan Liyue looked back at Di Wuyou and curled her lips bitterly.
"His name is Wuyou, Wuyou Wuyou, but he lost all his family members before he could even call him daddy."
"You have lived in the palace since childhood, and Fei Mu has her aunt watching over you. What does Wuyou have?"
"I heard that he is a servant of the Feng family. He is mute and his face is disfigured."
"I want to be grateful to the people who rescued him, and I also want to know how he survived all these years."
Di Wuya took a deep breath and looked back at the person on the bed.
"He is... Wuyou?"
"Yes, I am certain that he is Wuyou." Zhan Liyue responded in a low voice, "I will not admit the birthmark on Wuyou's neck."
Di Wuya glanced at the mute slave again, turned around, opened the curtain, and walked out.
Yu Jingfeng looked back at Zhan Liyue and called softly: "Queen, this..."
"Go and look at the prince." Zhan Liyue waved her hand.
"Yes." Yu Jingfeng nodded, turned around, and disappeared into the tent.
This night is destined to be an uneventful night.
Emperor Wuya led thousands of elite troops and launched a surprise attack on the enemy troops who were still resisting in Yicheng.
In just a few hours, Yicheng was lost, and the remaining troops retreated back to the imperial city.
People in the imperial city were in panic, and the people were all restless, but there was nothing they could do.
…
In an inn near the palace, people in twos and threes sat together to have a meal.
"Did you see the announcement?" A man in white clothes said from the corner of the inn.
"I saw it. From today on, all the gates in the imperial city will be closed and no one will be allowed in or out." Another man responded in a low voice.
"I heard that the emperor's army has arrived at the gate of the imperial city. How can the gate not be sealed?" The man in blue clothes sighed lightly.
"You said, why do we have to fight and kill? In fighting, aren't we the people who will suffer in the end?"
"Why are you talking so much?" The man in dark red clothes raised his wine glass, "As the saying goes, if you have wine now, you will get drunk now."
"Come on, drink! I don't know if I can sit down and have a nice drink tomorrow!"
"Drink, drink."
"drink."
Several people took cups and drank heavily.
On the other side of the inn, two women wearing human skin masks were sitting together having a meal.
"The city is closed?" Qiao Mu looked at the person opposite and raised his eyebrows.
"Sooner or later." Feng Jiuer put down her chopsticks and picked up the tea cup.
She stared at the tea in the cup for a while, then raised the cup and drank it all.
The day when they meet again is one day closer. After accepting all this, Feng Jiuer is no longer afraid.
Just like a storm, it does not change its direction because of human fear.
"When is your appointment?" Qiao Mu's voice continued.
You are referring to Feng Jiuer and Long Feiyan.
We agreed not to name anyone, but Qiao Mu would not be so stupid as to name anyone.
"Wait a moment, but it should be soon." Feng Jiuer looked outside and calmed down.
Outside the inn, a horse stopped. The man on the horse dismounted and strode in.
Feng Jiuer was a little anxious when she saw Feng Yandong coming in.
However, she still sat in her seat and waited quietly.
Feng Yandong walked into the inn, looked around, and walked towards Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.
"There's news." He sat down next to the two of them and sent a letter to Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiuer took the letter and stood up.
"I'm full, please take it easy."
Without saying a word, she turned and left without hesitation.
Qiao Mu took another sip of tea and stood up.
"Come to us again after you're full."
"Okay." Feng Yandong nodded, turned around and waved to the waiter.
Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu returned to the wing, entered and closed the door.
"Have a look and see what it is." Qiao Mu came and sat down next to Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer tore off the seal of the letter, poured half of the jade ring inside onto the table, took out the letter inside, and spread it out.
The matter was so important that she could not rely on the communication bird, but personally pulled the jade finger and sent it to where their brother was.
In order to deceive others, the person who brought the things back in the past was Feng Yandong.
"Is this something from the harem?" Feng Jiuer put down the letter and picked up the jade ring on the table.
"It's something from the harem. Not surprisingly, it's a good piece of jade." Qiao Mu frowned lightly.
"Could it be that what happened back then was related to the harem?" Feng Jiuer's voice continued to sound.
"Could it be Nanmen Rong?" Qiao Mu asked softly.
"The time doesn't match up." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, "I believe it means that this jade ring belongs to the previous dynasty."
"I remember Grandpa Feng said that when the Long family was wiped out, Nan Menrong fell ill with a strange illness and was in a coma for a whole month."
"Isn't it Zhan Liyue's fault that the Long family was wiped out?" Qiao Mu frowned slightly.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded, "That's what my mother said, but I'm not sure whether Zhan Liyue was responsible for the wet nurse's death."
"No, there is another place that I almost overlooked. In the fire place, there is a fragrance that is stronger than datura."
"In addition to Nanmen Rong, there is only one person in the harem who has this kind of fragrance."
