Rebirth and Marriage: I am the Mistress of the Palace

Feng Shuo's eyes turned completely red from extreme anger and pain.

But in the end, he could only stand there, unable to do anything.

Time stretched on endlessly at that moment, and it was unclear how much time had passed before the emperor finally stopped.

He emerged from the inner room disheveled, glanced at Feng Shuo, whose eyes were bloodshot, and smiled, seemingly quite pleased with Feng Shuo's appearance.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Feng Shuo's shoulder, saying in a fatherly tone, "Shuo'er, it's more interesting when you're here. Because when you're here, your mother is especially nervous and panicked, just like the first time I took her. That feeling is really addictive!"

When the emperor touched his body and smelled the emperor's unique ambergris, Feng Shuo felt a churning in his stomach.

He forcefully suppressed the urge to vomit, remaining silent and motionless, like a lifeless wooden stake.

Even the bloodshot in his eyes faded quickly, and he became no different from his usual cold demeanor.

The emperor's tone was unusually gentle for a ruler: "Why are you so cold again, child? That's no fun. A person should have some humanity, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. You don't need to be patient with me. Just treat me like your father. No matter what you do, I will protect you."

Feng Shuo had heard similar words countless times, but he had never taken them seriously, not even when he first heard them at the age of five.

He took a step back, avoiding the emperor's hand and the nauseating ambergris, and knelt on one knee: "Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty! I will serve you with my life, even unto death!"

The emperor looked down at Feng Shuo, who was kneeling, but did not tell him to get up.

Only after Consort Rou finished tidying up and came out of the inner room did he speak: "Rise, don't kneel all the time. If your mother sees this, she will think I am mistreating you."

After he finished speaking, he quickly stepped forward, put his arm around Consort Rou's waist, and lowered his head to kiss her hard.

"Achan, did you see that? Shuo'er is kneeling down to me again. He won't listen to anything I say. I'm getting a headache from all his kneeling."

Consort Rou's face was pale, but she could only say, "You are the emperor, and he is the subject. He should naturally kneel before you, otherwise wouldn't that be disrupting the proper etiquette between emperor and subject?"

The emperor nodded in satisfaction, then opened his arms, allowing Consort Rou to straighten his clothes.

Consort Rou lowered her head and obediently fastened his inner garment, then helped him put on his outer robe, and finally knelt down to put on his silk stockings and dragon boots.

Once everything was settled, the emperor left with a satisfied expression.

Feng Shuo remained silent throughout and followed suit.

In Yuxiu Palace, only Consort Rou remained.

She fell to the ground, heartbroken, her eyes vacant.

She couldn't even cry anymore; for so many years, so many times, she had cried all her tears.

Beside her, a bronze mirror as tall as a person reflected her miserable appearance.

She looked at her face in the mirror and slowly picked up the scissors on the table.

She couldn't remember how many times she had wanted to ruin her face. Long ago, she was proud of her face because she was the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan, and suitors practically wore down the Su family's doorstep.

But it was this face that led her into an endless abyss.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside, and Consort Rou's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly hid the scissors in her sleeve.

The palace doors opened, and a tall, imposing figure walked in.

Consort Rou turned to look at him, her voice trembling: "Shuo'er, you, why are you back again? The Emperor forbade you..."

Feng Shuo stepped forward, bent down and helped her up from the ground, then took the scissors she had hidden in her sleeve.

"Please sit down, Mother."

"Shuo'er, I..."

"Mother, please bear with me a little longer, I will kill him."

Consort Rou was utterly shocked: "What did you say?!"

Feng Shuo's tone was firm and resolute: "I will kill him, I definitely will! So, please, Mother, live well, live until the day his head rolls!"

"Shuo'er, no! You'll die!"

The ruthless and cold-blooded killer outside is incredibly gentle, filial, and considerate in front of his mother: "Mother, don't be afraid, I won't die. Why would I do this without a foolproof plan?"

"Don't worry, I value my life. I won't trade one life for his. After all, his life is cheap and not worth my life."

"Of course, he's not worth my mother risking her life for."

"We must all live well, and Mother must live to be a hundred years old, okay?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to see me get married and have children? Now I have a girl I like, and I'll have to ask my mother to help me choose her."

Upon hearing this, Consort Rou burst into tears. She raised her hand, wanting to touch her son's face, but as soon as she got close, she abruptly pulled her hand back.

She felt too dirty to touch her son.

Feng Shuo felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw her actions.

He knew his mother's inner turmoil and that she had endured immense suffering to live to this day.

He took his mother's hand and placed it on his face: "Mother, you still haven't answered me whether you will take my eye or not."

"You, you really have a girl you like?"

"Yes, yes."

"who is it?"

"I'll keep you in suspense for now; you'll find out when you meet her."

Consort Rou gave a bitter smile: "How dare I face anyone looking like this? I don't even dare to leave this Yuxiu Palace. If others knew that I was your biological mother, I don't know how much face they would embarrass you."

Feng Shuo said softly, "What are you saying, Mother? A son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise his home for being poor. I never think that Mother is shameful. However, if you feel uncomfortable with this identity, we can change our identities. After that dog emperor dies, I will take you home, and you will still be the Lady of Dingxuan Marquis."

Consort Rou was so frightened that she hurriedly covered his mouth: "Are you out of your mind! How dare you say such things!"

Feng Shuo removed her hand and said seriously, "I'm not talking nonsense. I've been planning this for a long time. The dog emperor will definitely die. I've already found people to work together to kill him."

"Once we kill him, we'll go home together. The position of Lady of the Marquis has always been reserved for you!"

“If that old bastard surnamed Feng dares to bring back a woman, I will kill him; if he dares to bring back two, I will kill them both! No one can get past you.”

Consort Rou no longer cared about the position of the Marquis's wife, nor did she care whether Feng Qixing would bring women back to the Marquis's mansion. She only cared about her son's safety.

"Shuo'er, who are you going to team up with to kill him? This is no child's play. Don't be fooled. This is a crime punishable by the confiscation of your property and the extermination of your entire clan. Who would dare to do such a thing with you? Don't be impulsive, don't do anything foolish!"

"Mother doesn't need to know who's allied with me. All you need to know is that we're not the only ones who want to kill that dog emperor. Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. There are plenty of people who hate him."