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

Yue Zihuan knelt in the snow, his knees almost numb from the cold, his whole body alternately hot and cold, and his vision went dark.

He knelt outside his father's yard for a whole day yesterday, but his father did not come out to see him, nor did he let him get up.

After dark, Jindou called several servants to carry him back to Qiyun Pavilion.

When Yue Zihuan got up this morning, he felt dizzy and almost fell under the bed.

There was no need to call a doctor, he knew he had caught a cold.

The old princess raised him in her own courtyard since he was young. She was afraid that Yue Ran's mother would harm him, so she would not let him leave the courtyard easily.

Although he has grown up now, he is thinner than ordinary people and is prone to illness. It is only because his mother is always concerned about his health that he has never suffered from a serious illness.

But this time, I'm afraid I can't bear it.

Yue Zihuan was kneeling unsteadily, his consciousness almost blurring out when a red skirt appeared before his eyes.

He perked up, looked up, and saw Yue Ran looking down at him condescendingly.

Her long hair was gently tied up, revealing her graceful swan-like neck. Her beauty was breathtakingly stunning, with a murderous aura that made people dare not look directly at her.

Yue Ran stood quietly in front of him, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.

Yue Zihuan gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Are you here to see my joke?"

It would have been fine if he didn't speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his throat was so sore that it was difficult for him to speak.

Yue Ran raised the corners of her lips slightly:

"I just heard a piece of news. I believe that Big Brother is also very concerned about it, so I came to tell you."

She leaned forward gently, looking into Yue Zihuan's eyes with a half-smile:

"Your Majesty has issued an edict today, conferring Feng Xiaolou the title of Crown Prince Fengyi of the Eastern Palace. He will be brought into the palace on a chosen day."

Yue Zihuan's face, which had already turned pale from the cold, completely lost its color after hearing these words.

Yue Ran stood up and sighed softly:

"I admire Feng Xiaolou very much. It was my elder brother who asked for her hand in marriage the day before yesterday, and now His Majesty has personally issued an order to ask for her hand in marriage for the Crown Prince. It's really like one family has a daughter and hundreds of families are asking for her."

Yue Zihuan's eyes were fixed, and he tried to stand up, but his vision went dark and he fell headfirst into the snow.

Proposing for marriage? Taking a concubine is a world away from proposing for marriage!

How can Xiaolou be the Prince's servant?

She was just a concubine of the lowest rank, the ninth grade!

Xiaolou clearly deserves the best of everything.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also said that he would try to reserve the position of principal wife for Xiaolou!

Jindou rushed over and helped Yue Zihuan up.

"I want to see my father, let me see my father!" Yue Zihuan walked around Yue Ran and staggered forward a few steps, but was blocked by the guards outside the gate of Yue Yuanyuan Courtyard.

Yue Ran turned around and looked at Yue Zihuan, with even stronger sarcasm in his eyes.

Even at this point, Yue Zihuan was still worried about Feng Xiaolou's future.

"Let him in!" Yue Ran ordered coldly.

The guards looked at each other, then hesitated and made way.

Yue Zihuan felt even more grief-stricken and angry.

His father's guards did not take him, the eldest son of the palace, seriously at all, but obeyed Yue Ran's words.

How could such a thing happen before Yue Ran returned to Beijing?

Is there any family in the whole capital where the younger sister’s power far exceeds that of the older brother?

Absolutely ridiculous.

Yue Zihuan's body was shaking slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of the cold or anger.

He held Jindou's arm and walked into Yue Yuan's yard step by step with difficulty. When he saw Yue Yuan sitting in a wheelchair with a ruddy face, his heart sank.

My father's health recovered so quickly!

There is no doubt that Ning Xin not only completely removed the toxins from his father's body, but her medical skills were no less than Zhang Bujiu's back then.

The plan that was originally a done deal is now impossible to implement.

Yue Zihuan took a deep breath, walked to Yue Yuan with difficulty, and knelt heavily on the ground. His already swollen knees suddenly felt unbearable pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing his flesh and bones.

However, Yue Zihuan could no longer care about himself. He looked at the expressionless Yue Yuan, tears welled up in his eyes, and he slowly put his forehead to the ground:

"Father, I am wrong!"

Yue Yuan stared at his eldest son with a complicated expression on his face:

"What are you trying to do by doing this?"

Yue Zihuan endured the pain and discomfort in his body, raised his head and begged:

"Father, I know you are angry with me, but I still want to ask you to save Xiaolou."

Yue Yuan felt a breath stuck in his chest and he could hardly breathe. He looked at the anxiety on Yue Zihuan's face and finally realized a fact.

I really can't keep this son anymore.

"You are a clay Buddha who can't even save yourself now, and you still want me to save Feng Xiaolou?"

Yue Yuan looked at Yue Ran who was slowly coming in from outside the yard, and then he understood why his daughter wanted Yue Zihuan to come in to see him.

Even if the Dingbei Palace did not want an heir, it could not consider Yue Zihuan anymore.

Yue Zihuan was not blind, he could see the deep disappointment in his father's eyes.

But he couldn't find any help at the moment, and his father was the only person most likely to save Xiaolou.

"Father, Xiaolou's mother and the late princess are sisters after all. Even if they have done a thousand wrongs, they are still the late princess's relatives. Please save Xiaolou. I believe that if the late princess were still alive, she would also save Xiaolou."

Yue Ran sneered.

What a fool's errand.

Yue Yuan slowly clenched his hands into fists and said in a deep voice:

"Dye Ran!"

Yue Ran took a few steps forward: "Father, I'm here."

Yue Yuan closed his eyes and stopped looking at Yue Zihuan:

"Pack all of Yue Zihuan's things and send them to the Fuchunfang Villa, including all the books in his study, as well as all his servants, boys, and maids. From today on, I don't want to see him in Dingbei Palace anymore."

Yue Ran glanced at the shocked Yue Zihuan and responded in a low voice.

"Father! What are you doing? Don't you want your son anymore?" Yue Zihuan endured the pain in his knees and crawled to Yue Yuan's side.

Yue Yuan looked indifferent and brushed away the hand that Yue Zihuan extended:

"The Fuchunfang Courtyard is very close to the Eastern Palace. Aren't you devoted to assisting the Crown Prince? I will grant your wish. You may leave now, and you are not allowed to set foot in the Dingbei Palace from now on."

Yue Zihuan couldn't believe his ears, his father really didn't want him anymore!

Just because he asked his father to save Xiaolou?

If he had held a glimmer of hope before, thinking that what Feng Xiaolou said was not a complete lie, that glimmer of hope was completely extinguished at this moment.

His father would rather not have him as a son than lend a helping hand to Feng Xiaolou.

From the beginning to the end, the only person my father loved in his heart was Lu Qingyue.

Yue Ran walked in front of him, standing between him and Yue Yuan, and spoke calmly:

"Brother, father has spoken. Let's go. Let's leave early and stay in Fuchunfang. We can report to the East Palace tomorrow."

She stared into Yue Zihuan's eyes, and her expression didn't seem like she was joking:

"You will be the lecturer in the Eastern Palace, and Feng Xiaolou will be the minister of honor in the Eastern Palace. From now on, you may be able to meet openly. This is a cause for celebration."