In the yard, a cool breeze blew through, giving off a somewhat chilly atmosphere.
Emperor Qiwen's heart was warm. Seeing Long Feiyan's face again, he could no longer take his eyes away from her face.
Qingye pushed Long Feiyan directly back to the door. Emperor Qiwen finally couldn't help but walked over quickly and stood in front of the two of them.
"Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?" Qingye asked coldly.
Emperor Qiwen just stared at Long Feiyan, a little carried away.
"Does it look good?" Long Feiyan actually smiled at him.
Emperor Qiwen almost knelt down in front of her: "Long'er, when...when will you be willing to be my queen?"
Ever since Long Feiyan arrived, Emperor Qiwen had no interest in other women at all.
Knowing that her leg was injured, he hated himself for not being by her side and protecting her all these years. If he had been protecting her, how could he let someone hurt her to this extent?
He wanted her desperately, but he didn't dare to force her.
Long Er could come and go as he pleased here. He was afraid that if he pushed too hard, Long Er would be angry and she would leave. He didn't know if he would have the chance to see her again in this life.
Long Feiyan still just smiled and did not answer the question, but raised her hand and pushed the door open.
Emperor Qiwen subconsciously stepped back. In the blink of an eye, Qingye pushed Long Feiyan through the door, and the door was closed in front of him.
What did Long Er mean when she smiled at him just now? Did she agree or not?
Emperor Qiwen was very melancholy, but knowing that Long'er would no longer be willing to see him tonight, he had no choice but to leave.
The Grand Eunuch was waiting in the courtyard. When he saw Emperor Qiwen coming back, he hurriedly greeted her and whispered: "Your Majesty, I just asked the guards to take a look. Concubine Rong committed suicide."
"Suicide?" Emperor Qiwen frowned. He thought Long Fei had taken revenge and killed Nanmen Rong.
"Yes, he died due to severed tendons." The Grand Eunuch was a little worried: "Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has been clamoring to see Concubine Rong these past two days, and now Concubine Rong..."
"Then send the body over. Just say that she couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide." Even the guards could see this. Zhan Yuheng's martial arts skills were so high that it was impossible not to see it.
Concubine Rong committed suicide, so that's better. She committed suicide out of fear of sin, and she deserved it.
Now, Heng'er had nothing to say. After all, he didn't kill the person, but it was true that she harmed the heirs of the royal family.
Even if Zhan Yuheng is the son of Nanmen Rong, he cannot be too selfish and bend the law. With so much irrefutable evidence, can he, the prince, still rebel?
Emperor Qiwen believed that his son was at least sane.
He looked back at the door again, sighed slightly, and then left.
In the room, Qingye poured a cup of tea for Long Feiyan. Seeing that her face remained expressionless, Qingye was a little worried: "Master, are you thinking about what Nanmen Rong said?"
Long Feiyan nodded, and Qingye immediately said: "Master, why should you take the words of that poisonous woman to heart?"
"Oh?" Long Feiyan raised an eyebrow and looked at her: "What do you think I am thinking? Her curse?"
Qingye didn't know how to answer. Could it be that Nanmen Rong's curse made his master unhappy?
Long Feiyan drank half a cup of tea before returning the cup to her. She pushed her wheelchair to the window and looked at the watery moonlight outside.
"Didn't you hear what Nanmen Rong said? She was not the only one who harmed the Long family back then."
"Master, do you believe that poisonous woman?" But back then, it was indeed Nan Menrong who framed her and made the Long family guilty.
At that time, the master was still recovering from his injuries. When he came back, the Long family was completely gone, and their bodies have not been found to this day.
Long Feiyan's hand fell on the window sill, and his long fingers traced along the window sill.
Her voice was light, but people didn't dare to question: "She has been arrogant for most of her life, and what she said at this time is probably true. Although I was not in Beimu Country in those two years, and I don't know the ins and outs of the Long family incident, but
, I think Nanmen Rong doesn’t need to lie at this time.”
I'm afraid there are others who harmed the Long family in the first place. If those bandits who destroyed the Long family were not sent by Nanmen Rong, then there are still some people who want her Long family to be destroyed.
Could it be the person who brought the dead soldiers to force her Long Family Army to death in Polang Mountain? Could it be... her?
"Master, what did you think of?" Qingye looked curious. In the past few years, the master's thoughts have become more and more detailed, and even she can't see through them.
Long Feiyan said calmly: "For now, I don't have a clue."
Qingzhi, who had just entered the room, closed the door and couldn't help but mutter: "Master, you don't really want to marry that emperor and become the queen, do you?"
Qingye glanced over with cold eyes, wasn't he humiliating his master with these words?
Qingzhi was startled by her eyes. She pursed her lips and said resentfully: "I just think... that emperor is really not worthy of our master!"
How can someone who is so good and so ugly have the right to be with his master? Their master deserves the best man in the world.
"Oh? Then tell me, which man is worthy of me?" Long Feiyan didn't know whether she was really asking her or just joking.
Qingzhi thought for a while and then said seriously: "Everyone says that the most outstanding person in this imperial city is the Ninth Prince. I think maybe only the Ninth Prince can be worthy of you, master?"
Qingye wanted to scold him, but Qingzhi had been too unrestrained recently, and he dared to tell such a joke to his master.
However, Long Feiyan didn't seem to be angry at all, she just shook her head indifferently: "At the age of the Ninth Prince, it is enough to be my son-in-law."
"Master..." Qingzhi blinked. Unexpectedly, his master was actually willing to chat with him. Suddenly, he felt so happy.
"Yes, the Ninth Prince is too young. However, Master, you think he is young, but Nanmen Rong has been pestering the Ninth Prince before, and everyone in the entire imperial city knows it."
The master is so beautiful that he doesn't even want to think about the young Ninth Prince. With Nanmen Rong's appearance, he actually has the courage to entangle him. It's really strange.
Long Feiyan said nothing more and continued to look out the window.
Nan Menrong died, and she didn't feel happy at all. She was just a little more confused. Where was the person who harmed the Long family back then?
She had been away from Beimu Country for just a few years. After she came back, everything changed.
The woman hurt her for the last time and then disappeared, as if she had completely disappeared.
Is he dead, or is he hiding in a corner, waiting for an opportunity?
No, how could she die so easily?
After thinking so hard about Long Feiyan's life, that woman would never feel at ease before seeing her die with her own eyes.
Her eyes fell on her legs.
It has been ten years, and this account should be settled slowly.
