Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

"Father, I want to go to Bianlu City." Feng Xili said loudly.

"You are a princess, a girl who can't lift anything with her hands or shoulders. Why would you go to such a disaster area? No." Emperor Qi Zhao refused coldly.

"No, I have to go." Feng Xili refused even faster than him.

Emperor Qi Zhao's heart clenched, and he stood up with narrowed eyes.

"It's enough as long as Prince Mu Jiu is there. I have also sent people to support him. Li You doesn't need to worry."

Feng Xili refused to budge, "Father, I have to go. I can bring some supplies with me and comfort the people in your name."

"Anyone can go, but you can't! I can send Prince An. He is the prince of Shangli and should contribute." Emperor Qi Zhao was rarely so tough.

Feng Xili clenched his fists and sighed, "Father, Prince An is only thirteen years old, and he is the only prince of Shangli. The ministers in the court will not agree."

"As the eldest princess, it's only right for Li You to bring relief supplies to comfort the people. This will not make people feel that you are not taking us seriously, and we won't have to worry about whether His Highness Prince An will be in danger."

She spoke with such sincerity that she almost moved Emperor Qi Zhao, but he just closed his eyes gently.

The scene suddenly became a little cold. She pursed her lips and waited silently. There was a sense of confrontation between the two of them.

"...Since Li You wants to do something practical for the people as the eldest princess, I can't stop her. Please be safe, bring enough guards, and write me a letter every three days."

Qi Zhaodi relaxed, walked over from behind the desk and patted her shoulder.

Feng Xili smiled and bowed, "Thank you, Father."

"Li You is leaving."

She quietly left the imperial study, and what Axun said was right!

His ability to predict the future was indeed something that people would covet, even Emperor Qi Zhao... Perhaps, it was precisely because he was an emperor that he was more tempted.

The fleeting murderous intent that Qi Zhaodi had just shown had really startled her. She believed that he would not have any murderous intentions towards her, so...

How did that happen?

She never expected that one day she would bring danger to Mu Lanxun.

Back at Chunhui Palace, Xia Feng approached, "Princess, everything is ready. Does His Majesty agree?"

What should I do? Should I tell Emperor Qi Zhao?

If I said that, wouldn't that make him even more determined not to let me leave?

If we don’t tell the truth, how many innocent people might die?

She looked at Xia Feng and thought of Mu Lanxun. It seemed that Axun had never rejected her and was always willing to consider things from her perspective.

He wasn't even seventeen yet! Her youth had been truly difficult.

He just went to such a dangerous place. In fact, the people of Shangli Country had little to do with him. In the final analysis, it was all because of himself.

"Xia Feng, I miss him..." She turned her head and gently hugged the girl in front of her, with tears in her eyes.

Xia Feng took a deep breath and patted her back with her palm. "Your Majesty, don't you agree to go?"

"No, he agreed." She leaned on Xia Feng's shoulder, feeling uncomfortable in her heart.

"We have to deal with Lingyu before we leave." She leaned close to Xia Feng's ear, looking aggrieved and embarrassed, seeking comfort.

"Go find Zuo Ran and give him a letter. He'll know what to do."

"it is good."

At dawn, Feng Xili packed up her things, bid farewell to Emperor Qi Zhao, and quietly left the palace.

Her carriage didn't stop until it reached Zui Xiang Lou.

Xia Feng came out and said, "Miss, there's someone inside."

She frowned, "Why choose here?"

Xia Feng smiled and said, "You'll know in a moment."

Feng Xili had no choice but to step into the building. The lobby on the first floor was still bustling with people. When the shopkeeper saw her, he ran over with shining eyes.

"Miss, you are here? Please come upstairs." The shopkeeper's chubby little body led the way flexibly with a strange sense of flattery.

I went up to the third floor and found that there was no one there. There were two people guarding the stairs.

Did they book the third floor? It's not worth it just for Lingyu, right?

"Senior Sister! Senior Sister! Over here!!" A cheerful voice sounded, and she blinked her eyes. This boy is still so energetic.

"Okay, I heard it!" She was welcomed into the house with a smile, and was shocked to find that there were two people sitting in the room.

They were Fang Hongjing, the legitimate son of Fang Mingzheng, the Minister of the Supreme Court, and Zuo Feng, the second son of Zuo Zhongze, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice.

"Hey! These two are here too!" She sat down opposite them without any hesitation.

The two men had just stood up to salute when they were frozen in place by a cold look.

"There's no outsider here, sit down first." But the two of them stood there without moving.

On the contrary, Zuo Ran moved a stool and sat next to her in a relaxed and natural manner, describing to her with gestures how he designed this big drama, how he caught the girl red-handed, and how the girl cried and panicked in the end.

"You're such a clever little ghost, you can even add so much drama to yourself?"