Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

When Yue Ran said this, Lihua Lane almost exploded.

"Today really opened my eyes. Is Feng Xiaolou's biological father the King of Dingbei?"

"I believed it originally, but it's strange that Princess Yue Ran also knew the contents of the letter."

"The princess has already said that it was a love letter that the prince wrote to the late princess, but it was lost for some reason. Now the lost letter has appeared in Feng Xiaolou's biological mother's place. Isn't this very interesting?"

"And I remember that Feng Xiaolou's mother was also a daughter of the Lu family. She was a cousin of the late princess. They both lived in the Lu family mansion back then, so the letters kept coming and going..."

"Tsk tsk, she is a daughter of the Lu family, not only did she cheat on others, she also stole their letters!"

"Don't say such harsh words. Feng Xiaolou copied the scriptures with her blood and moved heaven and earth. It was thanks to her that the snowstorm in the capital was avoided without any danger."

"Why did you take this nonexistent thing so seriously? Who said that the golden shield in the sky was summoned by Feng Xiaolou?"

"People say this everywhere in the capital..."

Feng Xiaolou listened to everyone's discussions and his usually calm and indifferent face gradually turned red. He wished he could draw his sword and kill everyone present today.

Why on earth did she have to endure such humiliation today! Even the merits and virtues of the miracles could not cover up the humiliation.

Yue Zihuan stood there for a long time, his eyes moved, and he looked towards Feng Xiaolou slowly and painfully.

Is what Yue Ran said true?

If what Yue Ran said was true, then what Feng Xiaolou told him before was false.

She was not his father's illegitimate daughter, nor was she his biological sister.

What should he do now?

Feng Xiaolou stood quietly at the door of the house, her drooping eyelashes blinking continuously. Suddenly, her body swayed, and she closed her eyes and fell backwards.

Yue Zihuan took a step forward in panic, trying to hold onto Feng Xiaolou, but was hit on the arm by a long whip that came from out of nowhere.

Yue Zihuan took a step back in pain, and then watched Feng Xiaolou being hugged around the waist by another man.

The smile on Yue Ran's lips slowly disappeared, and she looked at the man who was hugging Feng Xiaolou with calm eyes.

The third prince of Emperor Shengwen, Chu Hanling.

To be precise, Chu Hanling was still just a teenager, but he was quite tall, with a tall back, wearing low-key but expensive clothes, and holding a long whip in his hand.

She had only seen Chu Hanling a few times before she went on the expedition. Every time, he stood alone behind Chu Hantian, silently playing with the wooden sword in his hand.

Chu Hanling has been taciturn since childhood. At the age of ten, he could only call "father" and "mother". No one in the palace was willing to associate with him.

Yunpin cried for him until her hair turned white, but she was unable to make him utter a complete sentence.

Even because of the elimination of Chu Hanling by Shenzun Sect, Yunpin still held a grudge against Dingbei Palace, always believing that it was Si Ning who snatched away Chu Hanling's opportunity to join Shenzun Sect.

As if he had noticed Yue Ran's gaze, Chu Hanling suddenly turned around while holding Feng Xiaolou. His eyes, as pure as a baby's, fell on Yue Ran's face, and suddenly became fierce, and his handsome face became a little distorted.

"You, bad guy!"

Chu Hanling held Feng Xiaolou in one hand, pointed at Yue Ran's nose with the other, and wanted to swing the whip in his hand again.

Madam Li quickly stood in front of Yue Ran.

What she saw now, she just felt that she had eaten too much melon, and when she saw Chu Hanling coming and he was unwilling to give up, her head ached.

"Third Prince, how come you have time to come out of the palace to play today? Where are your guards?"

Madam Li lives in the capital and is quite familiar with Chu Hanling's habits.

Concubine Yun treats her son like the apple of her eye and would never let him act alone.

Chu Hanling's attention was distracted, and confusion appeared in his eyes:

"Guard, I don't know."

Mrs. Li smiled amiably:

"Then Third Prince, I will ask your guards to come and take you back to the palace."

Chu Hanling nodded and hugged Feng Xiaolou tightly in his arms again, "Bad guy, bullying your sister!" He glared at Yue Ran.

Yue Ran raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

She had not seen Chu Hanling for many years. She recognized Chu Hanling because her father would have people send her portraits of important figures in the capital every year, especially those in the royal family, so that she would know them when she returned to Beijing.

So, Chu Hanling targeted her as soon as he arrived because someone also drew her portrait and told Chu Hanling that she was a bad person?

Yue Ran glanced at Feng Xiaolou, whose eyelids were trembling slightly, twitched the corner of her mouth, quietly stepped back a few steps, and disappeared into the crowd.

When Chu Hanling couldn't see Yue Ran, the fierceness in his eyes disappeared.

At this time, Feng Xiaolou's wet nurse suddenly ran out of the house, touching Feng Xiaolou's face with tears in her eyes:

"My poor lady, you have suffered this for nothing today."

Yue Ran quietly watched in the crowd as Chu Hanling cooperated very well in handing Feng Xiaolou over to her wet nurse.

It seemed that Chu Hanling was very close to Feng Xiaolou, and his hostility was mainly focused on her.

She looked at Yue Zihuan, whose arm was left with a bloody mark from the whip.

Oh, and Yue Zihuan.

Madam Li walked over and held Chu Hanling's hand:

"The Third Prince is really kind-hearted. I will take you back to the palace."

She gave Yue Ran a look and left with Chu Hanling.

Today's farce in Lihua Lane has come to an end.

The door of Feng Xiaolou's house was closed again.

"I'm leaving, but I still don't know who Feng Xiaolou's biological father is."

"Now it seems that Prince Dingbei is almost blamed. Fortunately, Princess Yue Ran was able to recite the contents of the love letter."

"By the way, the late princess and the King of Dingbei had a really good relationship. She was able to memorize such a cheesy love letter and even recited it to her daughter."

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only the people brought by Yue Ran and Yue Zihuan, who was still staring at Feng Xiaolou's house like a silly goose.

There is also a matchmaker.

The matchmaker didn't have the chance to say a word when she came here today, but she was eating the melon with great interest.

Yue Ran handed the matchmaker a gold ingot and said with a smile:

"You've made a wasted trip. Here's the gold ingot for you to drink tea with."

The matchmaker's eyes rolled and she patted her chest:

"Thank you, Princess. I will go to all the biggest tea houses in the capital in the next few days!"

Yue Ran smiled and said nothing, watching the matchmaker twist her way out of Lihua Lane.

My father’s bad love affair should come to an end today.

Yue Ran waved her hand and led the female soldiers out of the alley.

She couldn't bear to look at Yue Zihuan's stupid dazed look.

Lihua Lane was completely quiet. The winter wind whistled through the hall, and Yue Zihuan shivered.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the golden light shield in the sky.

If his origin story is false, then would the claim that this miracle was summoned by Xiaolou also be false?

Yue Zihuan's body was shaking slightly, with hesitation in his eyes, and he shook his head involuntarily.

No! Xiaolou must have her reasons, she won't lie!

However, the gate of Feng's residence was right in front of him, but Yue Zihuan was hesitant to step into this familiar house.

After a long time, he turned around tiredly and walked towards the direction of Dingbei Palace.

In the deserted Lihua Lane, the door of an empty house suddenly opened.

Murong Hui and Lada walked out one after another.

Passing by the gate of Feng Xiaolou's house, Murong Hui stopped for a moment, looked around the house, sneered, then turned around and walked out slowly.

Lada followed behind with a knife in his hand. He had been leaning against the wall eating melons today and his brain was about to explode.

His Highness insisted on buying a house in Lihua Lane. Could it be that he knew that the melons here are always ripe?