After traveling through time, the adults were completely in my hands

In Changle Palace, the time for the house arrest to finally be lifted had finally arrived. Early in the morning, Princess Fengyang impatiently ordered Qingyan, "Quick, go and summon the imperial physician for me."

"Yes, Your Highness," Qingyan nodded hurriedly and turned to retreat.

Princess Fengyang is their master after all. They share the same fate. Qingyan sincerely hopes that Princess Fengyang will get better soon.

Moreover, the princess's face is so scary now. Facing this face during the day, she is often woken up by nightmares at night.

The past month has been a torture for everyone in Changle Palace, so Qingyan couldn't wait to run out.

Soon, an old doctor with gray hair came in following Qingyan.

"Hurry, hurry and take a look at me. What's wrong with my face? Heal me quickly!" Princess Fengyang said anxiously.

The old doctor was shocked when he saw Princess Fengyang's face. He didn't understand how Princess Fengyang, who was originally like an immortal, could become so scary now.

He carefully examined the rash on Princess Fengyang's face, thought for a moment, and said, "Princess, let me take your pulse."

Princess Fengyang stretched out her arms and said, "Hurry up!"

The old doctor placed his fingers on Princess Fengyang's wrist and listened attentively for a while. His brows gradually furrowed, and after a moment, the old doctor withdrew his hand.

"What's going on?" Princess Fengyang asked anxiously.

"Princess, have you taken any poisonous medicine recently?" asked the old doctor.

"Poisonous medicine?" Princess Fengyang was stunned.

"According to the princess's pulse, there seems to be toxins in her body. The princess's face may be caused by the accumulation of toxins," said the old doctor.

It seemed that she had made a mistake with the medicine. Princess Fengyang's face turned pale in an instant, and she asked anxiously: "Then, what should we do now? Quick, find a way to cure me!"

The old doctor knelt down and said, "I have tried my best to remove the remaining poison in your body, but I really have no way to treat the rash on your face."

"Useless!" Princess Fengyang slammed the table. "I just have some rashes on my face. How can they be incurable? Are you just trying to fool me?"

"Princess, I have seen people whose skin was damaged due to improper medication, but they would gradually get better on their own. However, I have never seen a case like the rash on your face that is so severe and has lasted for several days without any improvement. Please forgive my incompetence," the old doctor said in panic.

Seeing the old doctor retreat, Princess Fengyang yelled hysterically: "Waste, waste, all of you are a bunch of waste!"

"Princess," Qingyan said, looking at Princess Fengyang's frantic expression, racked her brains, and stepped forward to carefully advise, "Princess, don't worry. The birthmark on Princess Jing'an's face was also healed by the imperial physician at the time, so don't worry. There will definitely be a way."

Yes, Princess Fengyang's eyes suddenly lit up. The birthmark on Princess Jing'an's face was something she had brought from her mother's womb and was more serious than her own rash. If she could cure it, there must be a way to cure her own face.

Thinking of this, Princess Fengyang said to Qingyan, "Try to find out who treated Princess Jing'an's face these days."

"Yes, I understand," Qingyan nodded.

As the two were talking, a palace maid came in and reported: "Princess, someone from the emperor's entourage said that the emperor wants you to come over."

What could possibly happen if the emperor asked me to go? I had originally wanted to wait until my face healed, then beg the emperor to cancel my engagement with Marquis Zhaoyuan. Then I could find a way to get the emperor to grant me a marriage with that man. But now, it seemed that I had no choice but to find a way to heal my face first.

When Princess Fengyang thought of this, she put on her veil with a gloomy face, turned around and walked outside, and the palace maids beside her hurriedly followed her.

In the Yanghe Palace, Emperor Qingyuan felt annoyed when he saw Princess Fengyang walking in wearing a veil. As soon as one princess took off her veil, another one put it on again. She really made me worry.

Princess Fengyang walked in, knelt down and said, "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you, Father!"

Emperor Qingyuan nodded: "Get up."

Looking at Princess Fengyang standing below, Emperor Qingyuan said expressionlessly: "I have asked the Imperial Astronomical Observatory to check the date. The eighth day of next month will be your wedding day."

"Your Majesty, this is impossible!" Princess Fengyang was shocked upon hearing Emperor Qingyuan's words. She knelt down and begged bitterly, "Your Majesty, I do not want to marry the Marquis of Zhaoyuan. Please cancel the engagement for me!"

"How dare you!" Emperor Qingyuan shouted angrily, "Your Majesty, I am not joking. My decree has been issued, how can it be changed? I have just ordered someone to deliver the imperial decree setting the wedding date to the Marquis of Zhaoyuan's residence. One month from now, it will be your wedding day with the Marquis of Zhaoyuan. There is absolutely no possibility of changing it!"

"Father, please don't!" Princess Fengyang knelt down and begged, "My face can be healed. I am a princess of a country. How can I become the stepmother of a marquis? Father, please don't!"

"Stepwife? You chose it yourself. I asked you to be the Crown Princess of Yue, the future Queen, but you disfigured yourself before the marriage. You're simply playing with the peace treaty between the two countries. If Jing'an hadn't gone to marry you, I don't know how I would explain this to the Kingdom of Yue!"

Emperor Qingyuan paused for a moment, then continued angrily, "Since Jing'an is going to marry in your place, then you should also go to the Marquis's mansion and become his stepmother in Jing'an's place!"

"Father, please don't. I cannot marry into the Marquis's Mansion."

Princess Fengyang knelt and crawled forward a few steps while crying. She looked at Emperor Qingyuan with tears on her face and begged: "Father, I have always liked Lord Wei. Please fulfill my wish! Father, I beg you!" Princess Fengyang knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"How dare you!" Emperor Qingyuan slammed the table, his face livid as he said, "Under the imperial decree granting marriage, you and Marquis Zhaoyuan are already husband and wife. If you dare to say such words again, I will not forgive you lightly!"

"Father..." Princess Fengyang's face was covered with tears as she sobbed and begged again.

"Princess, please go back." The eunuch next to her looked at Emperor Qingyuan's expression and hurriedly advised Princess Fengyang.

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As Princess Fengyang walked out of the gate of Yanghe Palace, she felt dizzy and her body swayed a few times. Qingyan and another palace maid who were waiting below hurriedly came up and supported her.

"Princess, what's wrong with you? Do you need to call the imperial physician?" Qingyan asked worriedly.

Princess Fengyang shook her head: "No, help me back to the palace."

In Changle Palace, Princess Fengyang lay on the couch with her eyes closed, not saying a word.

Qingyan looked at Princess Fengyang and thought to herself: It seems that the emperor's summons this time is definitely not a good thing.

Qingyan was just thinking about something when she saw Princess Fengyang on the couch suddenly open her eyes, sit up abruptly, and said to Qingyan, "Go and find out who cured Princess Jing'an's face."

"Yes, Princess." Qingyan did not dare to hesitate, agreed, and ran out in a hurry.

There is not much time left. The wedding date is in a month. How can she, a princess with extraordinary beauty, be willing to be the stepmother of a marquis? Princess Fengyang twisted the cotton satin on the couch tightly with her hands, her face full of dark clouds.