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

Pear Blossom Lane.

Feng Xiaolou knelt on the ground and quietly took the imperial edict.

The eunuch who delivered the decree smiled and said:

"Your Majesty is compassionate and has allowed Feng Fengyi three days to prepare. After three days, the sedan chair from the East Palace will come to pick Feng Fengyi up."

Feng Xiaolou blinked, smiled and handed over a silver ingot.

The eunuch who delivered the decree took the silver without making a sound. Looking at the beautiful woman who was dressed in men's clothes, he could not help but say one more sentence:

"With Feng Fengyi's qualifications, I'm sure he will have great fortune in the future."

Feng Xiaolou thanked him with a smile, and together with his wet nurse, he sent the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict away.

Just as he was about to close the door, Feng Xiaolou inadvertently discovered a figure standing under the big locust tree outside the door.

It was already late at night, and Feng Xiaolou was startled when he suddenly saw a person in the shadows staring at him motionlessly.

Then the man took a few steps forward, moving with difficulty. Feng Xiaolou then realized that it was Yue Zihuan.

"Cousin..."

Feng Xiaolou called out softly, his eyes filled with melancholy, and there seemed to be a thousand kinds of helplessness in his heart, all of which were reflected in this look.

Yue Zihuan stood there trembling, watching the woman he loved deeply bow deeply towards him, and his heart was suddenly broken.

"I'm sorry..." The two of them apologized to each other at the same time.

Feng Xiaolou straightened his back, his slender body showing a bit of stubbornness, and his face showing a bit of apology:

"I caused my cousin to misunderstand me for many years, and I caused trouble for him."

Yue Zihuan, who was originally upset about Feng Xiaolou's life scam, saw Feng Xiaolou in such a miserable state, and his resentment instantly disappeared, leaving only pity for Feng Xiaolou:

"It's my eldest cousin who is incompetent and can't protect you from the wind and rain."

Feng Xiaolou bit his lip and shook his head repeatedly:

"It doesn't matter to Xiaolou. As long as my eldest cousin is well, Xiaolou will have no regrets."

Hearing this, a bitter look appeared on Yue Zihuan's handsome face:

"My father... drove me out of the palace."

He looked dejectedly at his toes and missed the surprise and disgust in Feng Xiaolou's eyes.

"From now on, I will live in the Fuchunfang Villa, which will be very convenient for going to the Eastern Palace. From now on, I will assist the Crown Prince wholeheartedly, and... I will be able to take care of you."

Yue Zihuan tried to comfort Feng Xiaolou, but when he thought about meeting Feng Xiaolou in the East Palace, he felt a little sweet in his heart.

Feng Xiaolou stood there for a moment, then came to his senses and blinked his long eyelashes slightly:

"How could my uncle treat my cousin like this..." She began to cry.

When Yue Zihuan saw Feng Xiaolou's tears, all the discomfort in his heart disappeared. He smiled and said:

"Well, I no longer have any expectations of my father, and the palace no longer has any constraints on me. Don't worry about me."

After several rounds of consolation, Yue Zihuan bid farewell to Feng Xiaolou and returned to Fuchunfang alone. He was heavy-hearted when he came, but full of joy when he left. He regained confidence in the future, and the cold he had contracted seemed to have healed without any medicine.

Feng Xiaolou watched him leave, then turned around, closed the door and entered the inner courtyard.

"Waste!" she said coldly, with a storm in her eyes.

The eldest son of the Dingbei Palace, who was almost certain to be the crown prince, could not even keep his position in the palace more than a month after Yue Ran returned to Beijing.

Feng Xiaolou walked into the inner courtyard, took a deep breath, and pushed open his mother's door.

The indoor heating was burning hot, and a warm breeze blew towards me.

But this warm breeze could not ease the coldness in Feng Xiaolou's heart. She came to the center of the room and bowed.

On the soft couch in the room, Lu Qingrong was taking a nap with one hand supporting half of her forehead. Her luxurious brocade clothes outlined her graceful figure. She looked similar to Feng Xiaolou, but had an indescribable charm.

"When will Chu Hantian come to pick you up into the palace?" Lu Qingrong asked softly with her eyes slightly closed.

"Three days later." Feng Xiaolou answered with lowered brows.

Lu Qingrong slowly opened her eyes, her gaze icy cold:

"Are you sure the medicine I gave you has been used on the emperor?"

Feng Xiaolou said softly:

"Chu Hantian drugged the emperor five days ago."

She raised her eyes, her eyes were firm:

"We used the Cining Palace to do this. Even if the emperor found something wrong, he wouldn't suspect us."

Lu Qingrong slowly sat up, frowning slightly:

"It's been five days, why is the emperor still attending court as usual?"

Feng Xiaolou's expression slightly changed, and he said hesitantly: "Perhaps it is because Chu Hantian dare not use a sufficient amount of medicine."

Lu Qingrong snorted coldly: "He is timid and cowardly, and is not fit for great use."

"Well, there will be plenty of opportunities after you enter the palace."

"Don't lose contact with Yue Zihuan. As long as he is around, we will find new flaws in Yue Yuan and his daughter sooner or later."

Lu Qingrong stood up, walked to Feng Xiaolou, and stroked her daughter's face:

"Don't be afraid, mother is right behind you. It doesn't matter if you can be a concubine for the time being. As long as the emperor dies... you will definitely be the queen!"

Feng Xiaolou remained motionless with his eyes lowered. Every place where his mother's fingers passed left a trace of coldness.

At night, Dingbei Palace.

Yue Ran had just finished washing up and was lying on the bed when the sound of Yuanbao's milk sizzling appeared in her mind again:

"I'm so tired. I almost couldn't wake up."

Yue Ran suddenly opened his eyes, with a look of joy on his face.

Ever since the day when Yuanbao presented his shed shell to Emperor Shengwen, Yuanbao fell into silence that night, as if he was asleep, and there was no response no matter how he was called.

Counting the time, Yuanbao has been in a coma for three or four days.

"Doesn't that dome covering the capital city consume a lot of your energy?" Yue Ran asked in his heart.

Yuanbao hummed, then raised his voice a little:

"Not only that, the shell I shed is also not idle in the palace. Your emperor is about to die!"

"There's poison in his system, the dose is big enough to kill an elephant!"

"If he hadn't touched my shell every night before going to bed, he might have died by now!"

Yue Ran’s eyes narrowed.

Is Emperor Shengwen in such danger now?

Chu Hantian failed to harm the Dingbei Palace, but still attacked Emperor Shengwen?

"Yuanbao, how long can your shell protect His Majesty's life?"

Yuanbao muttered a few words, as if he was counting, and then answered loudly:

"As long as I keep my shell with me and no one cuts him with a sword, he will not die."

"If he loses my shell, with the poison in his body now, he will be dead in less than twelve hours!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Ran sat up immediately with a serious look on his face.

If Emperor Shengwen died, Chu Hantian's path to the throne would be almost unimpeded.

Emperor Shengwen was only afraid of the Dingbei Army, but Chu Hantian wanted more. He wanted to swallow up the Dingbei Army and everything in the Dingbei Palace.

In this life, Feng Xiaolou was forced to be the Eastern Palace Fengyi. Given the ambitions of these two people in their previous lives, they would definitely seek a counterattack with a great chance of success.

As long as Emperor Shengwen is dead, Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou can still achieve their goal.

By then, Chu Hantian's suppression of the Dingbei Palace would be unimaginable.