When Feng Qiming came back, everyone's attention was focused on him. Naturally, no one paid attention to Feng Chuhao anymore.
Seeing all the civil and military officials surrounding Feng Qiming, Feng Chuhao lowered his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and held the hands hidden under his sleeves tightly.
After all, Feng Qiming's health was somewhat damaged. After meeting the emperor and all the civil and military officials one by one, he returned directly to the East Palace.
"That person is Feng Qiming." Jin Yi has been running into the air from time to time recently, giving Feng Zhixue some strange things to please her.
There was a reception banquet tonight, so naturally we stayed.
"Of course I knew it was him." The two had met when he was Qin Shaoyi.
"Who do you think will win in the end?" Jin Yi curled his lips.
The person behind him just glanced at him: "Then who do you think will win, you or Jin Wu?"
Hearing this, Jin Yi's face darkened: "You don't need to remind me all the time, I know what to do myself. Since you are so anxious, give them a big gift before leaving."
A sneer flashed in Jin Yi's eyes: "Just think of it as a gift to Feng Qiming. There will be many opportunities for us to fight each other in the future. Don't thank me too much for clearing the way for you."
"Since they have come back, why hasn't Hao'er come yet?" Song Yu looked outside anxiously.
"I don't know if I have lost weight. I just stay in that kind of place for so long."
"My Majesty, don't be anxious. Fourth Prince, this is a meritorious service. You must go to see the Emperor and the ministers first." The old nanny calmed Song Yu while solving the problem.
Speaking of this, Song Yu's eyes were full of ambition, and his tone was full of disdain: "My son has proven his ability with practical actions. Now that Feng Chuyi is gone, what kind of waves can other people make?"
The person who just said the words came immediately.
"Mother." As soon as she entered the door, she heard Feng Chuhao's voice.
Song Yu's face was filled with joy and a hint of excitement: "Hao'er."
Seeing the person coming in, Song Yu quickly stepped forward, held his hand and looked up and down: "My Hao'er has lost weight. Did you encounter any unruly people there? Did you suffer? Did you take good care of yourself?
Have a meal?"
A series of questions were asked to Feng Chuhao.
Feng Chuhao quickly shook his head: "Don't worry, concubine. Everything is going well."
After mother and son finished reminiscing about old times, Song Yu brought the topic to the forefront.
"What, grandpa met an assassin. Is everything okay? Is it serious?" Feng Chuhao stood up excitedly when he heard the news.
Song Yu looked at him with relief and patted his hand: "Don't worry, your grandfather and uncle are fine."
Then he frowned: "You mean, such a big thing happened, but the murderer hasn't been found yet."
Speaking of this, Song Yu also became worried and shook his head: "No, but your father has increased the intensity of inspections, and now no assassins come out to commit crimes anymore."
But then I thought about it, this time is not far from the time when something happened to the Su family: "Maybe it's the Su family's fault."
If Song Yu believed this statement more firmly, now all the members of the Su family have been exiled, and the assassin has not appeared again.
"But it doesn't match the time of my grandfather's accident. It shouldn't be the Su family."
"Oh, don't worry about this matter. Now that Feng Chuyi is no longer competitive, we have one less opponent. You have to show your strength in front of your father, do you understand?"
Song Yu looked at Feng Chuhao worriedly. She knew her son too well and was too soft-hearted.
Feng Chuhao lowered his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he still nodded: "Concubine, I understand."