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Chapter 558: Concubine Kills

Taicheng.

East Pavilion of Xianyang Palace.

As the morning light breaks through, looking out from the half-open window, you can see that the red walls and green tiles are wet, as if damp with dew.

It rained all night last night, and the incense in the bronze beast incense burner has cooled down.

It was almost dawn, but Xiao Cheng still hadn't slept.

A man sat by the window, the curtains fluttering in the wind, and his handsome eyes were gloomy.

Jixiang bent down and refilled the cup with water.

He added water overnight, and His Majesty sat there all night.

At the foot of the steps outside the palace, Feng Jingting, Feng Ying, the second son of the Feng family, Feng Jingchao, and Feng Jingyao's two sons who served in the court came early to see the emperor, but were told that the emperor had not yet risen and could not be summoned.

The news that the Jin court had imprisoned Feng Jingyao reached Taicheng last night. Feng Jingting, who was in Bingzhou, got the news earlier and arrived almost at the same time as the soldiers who delivered the order.

At first, the Feng family couldn't believe that the Jin court was so unruly.

After confirming the news, he hurried to see the emperor without waiting for dawn.

The Feng family was very nervous.

But they dared not move unless the emperor summoned them.

"Your Majesty." In the room, Jixiang held up the teacup and said boldly, "The Feng family has been waiting outside for a long time."

Xiao Cheng said: "I understand."

Jixiang couldn't tell the emperor's mood, so he didn't dare to say anything and quietly stepped aside.

Xiao Cheng supported his forehead with his hand, lowered his eyes, rubbed his temples quietly for a while, then opened his eyes and slowly opened the drawer.

This drawer is usually locked. Even for the sake of safety and good fortune, it cannot be touched. No one knows what is inside.

Only Xiao Cheng knew.

Inside were notes Feng Yun had written in the past, a small portrait she had drawn for him, birthday gifts, some past objects, and the letter Feng Yun had written to Pei Jue that was seized in Bingzhou.

Xiao Cheng frowned and his hands froze there.

He wanted to open the drawer, hesitated for a while, and then slowly pushed it back.

"Have Feng Jingting wait in the West Hall. Everyone else, leave."

Jixiang was stunned for a moment, then responded, "Yes."

The East Pavilion is a place where Your Majesty can relax from his busy schedule.

He would write, read, daydream and be silent here. It was his private place and he would often sleep here when he was tired.

But Your Majesty never handles state affairs in the East Pavilion.

He would not let anyone except him and Ping An set foot there.

Jixiang actually knew that this room contained many of Feng Shierniang's personal belongings that His Majesty had collected from Feng Mansion, Bingzhou, and even Andu.

He didn't understand what His Majesty was thinking.

How many years have passed...

That woman had been following Pei Jue for a long time. Even though he was the emperor, why could he not let go of her? He had three thousand beauties in his harem, but instead kept thinking about a hopeless old man.

What you can’t get is the best.

Think auspiciously like this.
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The Feng family had been waiting for so long, but seeing that the emperor only summoned Feng Jingting and even the imperial concubine Feng Ying was unable to see him, they felt very nervous.

They all knew that the entire Feng family depended on Feng Jingyao. Without this pillar, not only would the others be in disarray, but there would be no one who could really support the family business or maintain order in the court.

When the whole family came, only Feng Jingting was there.

The emperor's attitude was enough to frighten them.

"Father." Feng Ying looked at her father, who was full of worry, and pulled him aside. She said in a low voice, "For now, we must find a way to save uncle."

Feng Jingting sighed, "Of course. But your uncle is in the Jin Dynasty, and his life and death are decided by them... If I had known this, your uncle should not have been sent as an envoy to Xijing."

Feng Ying smiled faintly, looking much more serious than usual.

She still wore a white gauze hat when she woke up in the morning, and Feng Jingting could not see her face clearly.

"Father, it was His Majesty's appointment, not Uncle's will."

Feng Jingting didn't understand what Feng Ying meant at all, and said anxiously, "It has already happened. For now, let's see what His Majesty thinks. You guys go back first. My father is gone, and we don't want to keep His Majesty waiting for too long."

Feng Ying nodded.

Seeing Feng Jingting was about to turn around and leave, she grabbed his sleeve again.

"Father."

Feng Jingting noticed her strangeness and frowned, "What's wrong?"

Feng Ying said: "No matter what your majesty says, you must not contradict him, and make sure your uncle returns safely."

Feng Jingting felt that she was extremely nagging today.

The emperor has been waiting for so long, but she is still chattering.

Feng Ying was usually very much liked by Feng Jingyao, and she respected her uncle much more than her incompetent father. This made Feng Jingting very uncomfortable, and the repeated reminders at this moment made him even more dissatisfied.

"Your uncle is my eldest brother. If I could save him, would I not save him? That's really a woman's opinion."

Feng Jingting pulled out his sleeves, turned around and walked away with a sullen look.

Feng Ying stood there, slowly withdrew her hand, and clenched her fist. Her intuition was very accurate. Ever since Xiao Cheng sent Feng Jingyao on the mission, she had been feeling uneasy.

My uncle holds an important position and has a lot of political affairs on his hands. Even if the enthronement of the new emperor of the Jin Dynasty is a big event, it is not necessary to send my uncle.

It would be respectable to just find a prince from the royal family or send a duke, so why must my uncle go?
Over the years, some of the Feng family members entered the court, some were promoted, and all of them were protected by the emperor. It can be said that when Xiao Cheng ascended the throne, the Feng family of Xuzhou reached its peak of prosperity and fame.

If there is another queen, it will naturally be icing on the cake.

Therefore, the eldest uncle contacted many ministers in the court and made many petitions, asking Xiao Cheng to make her the queen...

At this critical juncture, my uncle was sent on a diplomatic mission to Xijing.

Feng Ying really hoped that her guess was wrong, but her frantic heartbeat made her doubt... Xiao Cheng did it on purpose.

He is no longer the Xiao Cheng of the past.

Sitting high on the throne, he no longer wanted to be constrained by the Feng family.

Feng Ying didn't read history books, but he had heard a lot of stories from the past dynasties. How many meritorious officials who followed the emperor ended up being more powerful than their master, and how many loyal ministers and generals ended up becoming thorns in the emperor's eyes and flesh.

In fact, she had always been afraid that the Feng family would go down this path, and she had reminded the Feng family countless times to act with caution, to be restrained, and not to show off their arrogance...

Unfortunately, as the family business grew and the number of people increased, not to mention the cousins, even her mother could not help but get carried away and caused a lot of trouble...

Your Majesty has all these things in mind.

Feng Ying felt a chill in her heart. She glanced towards the window of the East Pavilion and retreated silently.

As soon as I walked out of Xianyang Palace, I saw Daman standing in the morning light.

Feng Ying said nothing.

Daman raised his lips coldly, looked at her mockingly, and walked towards her slowly.

"The imperial concubine came out of Xianyang Palace before dawn... Was she here to sleep with you last night?"

Feng Ying felt a pain in her heart and a bitter taste in her throat.

Even though she knew that Daman was mocking her, she had to endure it.

"Madam Hua Man." Feng Ying forced a smile. "If there is nothing else, I'll take my leave."

As Feng Ying spoke, she led the palace maid and walked past Daman.

"Stop!" Daman grabbed her wrist.

She has practiced martial arts and is very strong.

Feng Ying couldn't struggle free and glared at her sideways. Just as she was about to warn her, Daman slapped her in the face.

The curtain fell to the ground, revealing Feng Ying's embarrassed face.

His unevenly blue and red face was filled with astonishment.

"what!"

The palace maids hesitated for a moment before screaming.

No matter how bad Feng Ying was, she was still a concubine.

Daman is just a lady.

How dare she attack the imperial concubine?

Everyone was shocked, but Feng Ying was not.

She slowly raised her chin and looked at Daman coldly.

"We are of the same roots, why are we so anxious to hurt each other? Daman, we are sisters, sisters of the same roots."

"Wow?" Daman rubbed her red palms as if she had heard a joke. She sneered coldly, "It's ridiculous to hear this from the imperial concubine. When you framed my elder sister and stole her husband to marry her off, did you ever think that we were sisters from the same roots?"

Feng Ying looked at her sideways, "So what? You are the same. Who is more noble than me? When you were serving in the bedchamber in Xianyang Palace, did you ever think about your elder sister?"

"I'm not like you." Daman raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a bit of sarcasm, glancing at her sideways, and suddenly grabbed Feng Ying's chin, clicking his tongue twice.

"Look at this face, it's so ugly, and you still want to be the queen? Feng Ying, who gave you the courage to think that with your appearance, you can be the mother of the country?"

"How dare you!" Feng Ying panted, "Madam Hua Man, I am the imperial concubine! How dare you commit treason?"

"Oh." Daman slapped him again with a mocking look in his eyes.

"You are a concubine, and I am a concubine. A concubine in poverty is worse than a chicken, haven't you heard that? The slap I gave you just now was for my elder sister, and this slap is for my mother..."

Feng Ying's chest heaved with anger, and her suppressed rage surged like a tide.

"What are you all standing there for? Are you dead?"

She angrily scolded the palace maid in a sad voice and pushed Daman with both hands.

Daman had always been strong, and she had not expected that with just a push, Daman staggered back a few steps, and his back hit the palace hard, making a loud bang...

Then, Daman pointed at her tremblingly, his pupils slightly dilated, and his whole body went limp, fainting on the spot.

"Madam!" the maid screamed and rushed over.

I saw a line of blood flowing out from Daman's lips, flowing down his neck, and immediately flowing into his collar...

Bloody and pungent.

The maid screamed in fear.

"The imperial concubine has killed someone!"

"Someone come quickly, the imperial concubine has killed someone!"