Feng Qiongcang did not immediately agree to Feng Li's request, but just stared at him coldly.
Feng Li met his gaze with a sincere expression: "Brother Emperor, I will do whatever you want me to do. I just want to stay by her side and protect her for the rest of my life!"
"Are you willing to do whatever I want from you?" Feng Qiongcang finally smiled again.
Feng Li nodded and said hoarsely: "Yes."
"good."
Feng Qiongcang turned around and turned her back to him: "In the past few days, there have been a few people of unknown origin in Kyoto. The people I sent out were either seriously injured or returned without success."
Feng Li immediately said: "Brother, do you want these people's lives, or do you want me to capture them?"
"I'm afraid he's not a good person, just kill him." Feng Qiongcang waved his hand, and the fluttering clothes seemed to be right in front of his eyes, but they disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
He finally left.
Feng Li coughed lightly, and everything he coughed out was scarlet blood.
There was a stabbing pain in his heart. He took half a step back and held on to the palace wall. With great difficulty, he calmed down a little.
I don't know how long it took, but he took a deep breath, suddenly took a step forward, and jumped onto the high wall.
In an instant, the slender figure completely disappeared into the morning mist.
"Your Majesty, Lord Ye is so injured now. I'm afraid he may not be a match for those people."
The woman standing behind Feng Qiongcang looked at Feng Li's leaving figure and spoke softly and lowly.
"The emperor letting him go like this is no different from letting him die."
"Really?" Feng Qiongcang sneered, "Oh, the late emperor always said that Feng Li is her most outstanding prince, and his potential in martial arts is unmatched by anyone in the entire Feng clan."
Every time he recalled the late emperor's praise for Feng Li, the luster in Feng Qiongcang's eyes became colder and colder.
"Since Feng Li is so powerful, why not let him try?"
"Your Majesty, since Lord Ye is so powerful, why not keep his life and continue to use him in the future?" the woman said again.
"Huh?" Feng Qiongcang raised his eyebrows and suddenly turned back to stare at her: "Han Ying, when have you ever cared about the lives and deaths of others? Why do you care so much about Feng Li alone?"
Han Ying did not shy away from it and said bluntly: "My subordinates have liked Lord Ye for many years, and it is not unknown to the Emperor."
"You are sincere." Feng Qiongcang was not angry, but smiled slightly, "You want him?"
"Think about it all the time."
"But I'm afraid, he won't do what you want."
Han Ying said nothing. If Prince Ye could be easily conquered by her, how could he still be unable to get close to him until now?
"Your Majesty, my subordinates do like Lord Night, but they also know that Lord Night is an excellent killing tool for the Emperor."
"Your Majesty, since he promised not to tell, he will never mention his identity as Princess Jiu'er. Your Majesty, why not keep him by your side, and don't waste such a good talent."
"Don't worry, he will definitely come back."
Feng Qiongcang may not know much about Feng Li, but there is only one thing that he is absolutely sure of.
"He values his daughter more than anything else. If he wants to see her, he will definitely keep his life."
Therefore, no matter how serious the injury is, he will definitely come back.
Fengli cannot die.
Feng Qiongcang jumped down from the eaves and landed lightly on the ground.
However, the moment he walked into the princess courtyard, Han Ying retreated quietly and quickly disappeared into the morning light.
After Feng Jiuer returned, she fell down and fell asleep.
The palace maid was awakened and had no idea where the princess came back from.
The princess didn't say anything, and fell into a deep sleep in an instant, making it difficult for the maids to disturb her.
When they saw the emperor coming, they were all frightened and hurriedly knelt down to greet him: "See the emperor."
Feng Qiongcang waved his hand, asking the palace maid to step back, and he walked in himself.
Jiu'er was still sleeping. In his sleep, he seemed to feel an iron chain locking him tightly.
She didn't panic, she just struggled with all her strength.
But for some reason, the more she struggled, the tighter the chain became. Finally, it was so tight that she couldn't breathe at all.
"Huh!" When Jiuer woke up, he was breathing rapidly and sweating profusely.
Seeing Feng Qiongcang standing beside the bed, for a moment, he couldn't remember who this person was.
She sat up suddenly and retreated to the inside of the bed, her eyes filled with defensiveness.
Feng Qiongcang's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of darkness clearly flashing across his eyes, but after a moment, there was a gentle smile on his face again.
"Jiu'er, why are you looking at your father with such eyes?"
"Father...Emperor?"
Feng Jiuer calmed down and finally remembered who the stunning man in white clothes was in front of her.
She took a breath and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, Father, I just had a nightmare. When I woke up, I still didn't come back to my senses."
Feng Qiongcang always seemed to be very tolerant towards her. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. What nightmare did you have? Tell me about it to my father."
"It's nothing, it's just...it just seems like it's been chained up."
Jiu'er raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, wiping off the cold sweat on the back of his hand.
The dream I had just now was really scary, as if I was really trapped, almost suffocating.
"Why do you look so tired? Did you sneak out last night?"
These words frightened Jiuer so much that he almost confessed to him!
"Father, I..."
"Father, I was just joking with you. You look nervous."
When Feng Qiongcang turned around, the smile on his lips disappeared immediately.
Looking at the palace maid kneeling outside, he said calmly: "Serve the princess to change her clothes."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The two little maids knelt and waited for him to leave before hurriedly entering.
"Princess, the emperor wants to have breakfast with you. This is the supreme honor. Princess, get ready to go."
"I got it." Being born into a royal family is troublesome, but having a meal with your biological father is also an honor!
In fact, Feng Jiuer really didn't like this feeling. It was not normal to eat with her father, or even with her brothers.
But in this palace, it becomes impossible.
It would be even happier if I could call him Uncle Four Emperors again.
Uncle Four Emperors...
That cold yet gentle figure, that man who couldn't speak but was still trying to cater to her chat...Uncle Four Emperors, well, I miss him so much!
We've only been separated for a while, and I want to go find the Fourth Emperor's uncle. What should I do?
Obviously he doesn't like to talk and is very quiet, but I just want to be close to him.
Even my father couldn't give me that kind of intimacy.
Alas, it would be great if I could live in the Night King's Mansion of the Fourth Emperor's Uncle.
There are not so many maids and eunuchs, not so many rules, and a life of freedom is the life she wants.
As soon as he went out, the mute slave hurried over and saw that Jiu'er was safe and sound, so he felt relieved.
After the maids were dismissed, the mute slave led her to the front yard to have a meal with the emperor.
On the way, he lowered his voice and asked in a low voice: "Princess, where did you go last night? Why... weren't you in the room?"
