Mammy helped Su Wan and walked in quickly. When she saw Feng Chuyi lying on the bed with a pale face.
Su Wan couldn't control her emotions, and the tears in her eyes suddenly flowed out. She quickly walked over and stretched out her hand tremblingly.
First he looked up and down, then he touched Feng Chuyi's bloodless face with red eyes: "My Yi'er."
After saying that, I grabbed his hand and started sobbing beside the bed: "How could this happen? If you have any shortcomings, what will your mother-in-law do?"
Su Qiang looked at Feng Chuyi carefully, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes. From the looks of it, it really didn't look fake.
The news that the second prince was in coma was quickly revealed, and people from different walks of life had very different reactions to the news.
The news spread throughout the city early in the morning, and now two major events have happened in Fengcheng.
The first thing was that the person in charge of the Song Mansion was assassinated. Mr. Song was in critical danger. It was said that his life was saved, but he was lying on the bed without any reaction.
The second thing was naturally that the second prince suddenly fell ill and fell into a coma. He didn't know when he would wake up.
Nowadays, whether it is storytellers' teahouses or ordinary people's restaurants, these two things are talked about in a big way.
Before Song Yu could mock Su Wan, she was caught off guard by what happened at home.
Something happened to the people around the two empresses. It was hard not to think that something was going on. Anyway, each family sent troops to the hall to figure out what was going on.
"Dad, what do you think about these two things?" Feng Wu looked at the information in his hand, feeling an uneasy feeling lingering in his heart.
Dongfang Zhi carefully wiped his embroidered spring knife. A trace of silver light refracted through his eyes, and a faint mockery shot out of his eyes: "Of course I don't believe it."
Feng Wu nodded: "I don't believe it either, so what kind of conspiracy is there?"
Before Dongfang Zhi could answer, Feng Wu continued: "I guess he either wants to disappear for a while and do something more important in front of everyone, or he has something to do with the Su family."
After all, judging from the recent investigation, we were surprised to find that the relationship between Feng Chuyi and the Su family is slightly subtle.
The news of the prince's accident has not come back yet, but it should be soon.
Isn't the most important thing that Feng Chuyi should do to win over everyone? Now she's doing something like this.
"I don't know, let's take a look at the situation. I'm not in a hurry." The people targeting Dongchang are still there, but the recent events must have left them with little to do, so they are not pressing so hard.
"Yeah." Feng Wu kept staring at the assassination of the old man of the Song family written in the letter.
"What, do you have any new ideas?" Dongfang Zhi glanced at her.
Feng Wu put the letter on the table and knocked it, looking thoughtful: "I think the assassin's technique is very familiar."
Dongfang Zhi sneered: "You might as well just say you look like that pretty boy."
"Dad, do you know?" Feng Wu looked at Dongfang Zhi in surprise.
Dongfang Zhi put away the knife and looked at her: "I don't know, but Crow Yin's reputation is so great, it's not surprising to know his killing methods."
The key is that from the moment he knew this person's identity, he launched a detailed investigation and naturally got clues from it.
"But why did he do that?" Feng Wu didn't understand. There was such a big shock at the scene and he was arrested. This was something he could think of.
But why did he suddenly appear again and not come to find her?
"There are so many things that I can't figure out. Since I have doubts, I'll investigate them clearly." After saying that, he walked out with his knife.
Feng Wu looked at his back, his eyes brightened, and his tone was cheerful: "Dad, you agree for me to go out."