The Flourishing Era of Female Merchants

When Empress Feng and her entourage arrived at the mansion, she ordered that Old Master Feng be taken to the best room to rest before leaving. She had no intention of staying in the house any longer. In the past few days, the image of Feng Yu being poisoned to death in the prison had frequently appeared in her mind. His unclosed eyes seemed to be accusing her, his aunt, of being heartless. But what could she do?

"Alright, let's go to the mourning hall to see Yu'er first." Old Master Feng refused Empress Feng's arrangement. Although he was weak, his sharp eyes did not look like those of an old man or an injured person.

Empress Feng was taken aback, her heart instinctively rejecting the idea. "Father, it's getting late. I think we should do it tomorrow!"

"Foolish!" Old Master Feng scoffed softly, "The Emperor ordered me to live in this courtyard, what do you think it's for?"

The Emperor wanted to annoy him and make him see that the most outstanding young member of the Feng family had lost his life over a dragon robe. He was also warning him and the Feng family not to have any more wicked thoughts. If they did, their fate would be just as tragic as Feng Yu's!

Today, he already felt enough resentment, so he didn't care about adding a little more. If Emperor Mingde wanted to make him feel even worse, then he would do as he wished!

Empress Feng frowned, then understood. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and personally helped Old Master Feng up. "Then I will accompany Father to see him."

"That's very good." Old Master Feng nodded, and Empress Feng and Feng Qing helped Old Master Feng walk into the mourning hall step by step.

Inside the mourning hall, the room was filled with white. A coffin sat quietly in the center of the hall, and a memorial tablet with the words "Feng Yuzhi's Memorial Tablet" written on it was placed in front of the coffin. In the large mourning hall, there was only one servant burning paper money.

Seeing this scene, Old Master Feng felt a pang of unease, but he forced himself to remain composed and slowly walked to the memorial tablet, unable to describe his feelings.

“Yu’er! The Emperor values ​​and appreciates you and our Feng family so much, yet you not only fail to be grateful, but you have committed such a rebellious act. This life… is your own fault, you can’t blame anyone else!” Old Master Feng stepped forward, stroking Feng Yu’s memorial tablet, and said each word as if he were deliberately speaking to someone.

"Father, don't be too sad, don't aggravate your injuries!" Empress Feng's eyes flickered, somewhat unwilling to look directly at Feng Yu's memorial tablet. She knew that her father must be in pain. It is already torturous for a white-haired person to send off a black-haired person, not to mention that Feng Yu's death was decided and ordered by her father himself.

In order to protect the Feng family from any harm and for the sake of the overall situation, Feng Yu had to be sacrificed.

"Your Majesty, regarding Old Master Feng, His Majesty specifically instructed that Feng Yu's coffin should not be completely sealed for the time being. It should only be sealed after Old Master Feng has seen him one last time, and then the funeral arrangements can be made," a servant said before the memorial tablet.

Not only did Empress Feng's brow furrow, but even Old Master Feng's hand, which was supporting Feng Yu's memorial tablet, suddenly froze, and the color in his eyes changed.

"Thank you for your consideration, Your Majesty." Old Master Feng spoke in a low voice, his head bowed, the veins on his forehead throbbing slightly. This was undoubtedly another blow to his chest, but on the surface he still had to express his gratitude to Emperor Mingde.

"Then this servant will have someone open the coffins for the old master and the empress." As the servant stood up, the old master and empress noticed that this servant was unusually burly, almost like a martial arts expert.

The old master Feng suddenly realized that this person was guarding Feng Yu's "spirit" and that the "eye" of Emperor Mingde was right here!

Then he needs to be even more careful.

"Thank you for your trouble." Old Master Feng looked up, his pale face showing the sorrow that an old man who had raised his grandson should have, and a hint of reproach for his grandson's outrageous act. The two were combined seamlessly.

"Men, open the coffin!" the servant shouted. Soon after, four men entered from outside the door. They were all as robust as the servant. Empress Feng and Old Master Feng frowned upon seeing them.

A thought instantly popped into their minds: it seems that everyone in this courtyard is probably the Emperor's people!

This realization greatly surprised Empress Feng. She had been far too careless. She had no idea that the Emperor had made such an arrangement. What did it mean that her father had moved into this mansion?

All of Father's actions must be monitored. What's the difference between this and putting Father under house arrest?

A sudden surge of anger rushed into his mind. How could the Emperor do such a thing? He was so wary of his father!

Empress Feng's hands unconsciously clenched into fists. As if sensing her emotions, Old Master Feng, being much more experienced, glanced at Empress Feng and said, "Empress, His Majesty is so thoughtful and considerate of this old minister. Please convey my gratitude to His Majesty when you return to the palace."

Empress Feng was slightly taken aback. She looked up and met Old Master Feng's eyes, as if she had instantly broken free from her anger. What was wrong with her? How could she be so irrational?

At this time, any carelessness could offend the Emperor and become a crime for which he would blame. The Feng family had already been affected and dealt a blow by the Feng Yu incident, and they absolutely could not allow anything to make matters worse. She understood her father's meaning; at this stage, they had no choice but to endure.

"Father, don't worry, I will express my gratitude to the Emperor properly." Empress Feng tugged at the corners of her mouth, staring intently into Old Master Feng's eyes. Her firm gaze seemed to be telling him that she would not act impulsively.

Over there, several servants had already lifted the coffin, and Feng Yu's body appeared before Old Master Feng and Empress Feng. His eyes were still wide open, and he was still wearing the prison clothes he was in when he died. His face was completely black due to poisoning, which caught Empress Feng off guard. She was so frightened that she took several steps back and even screamed.

"Your Majesty..." Han Yu, who was waiting nearby, quickly stepped forward to support Empress Feng so that she would not fall to the ground. Han Yu glanced at the person in the coffin, but only for a moment before looking away, not daring to look again.

"Enough! Cover it up! Cover it up for me!" Even with her previous determination and restraint, Empress Feng was still terrified and agitated when she saw Feng Yu in the coffin.

Several servants ignored Empress Feng's orders. The servant keeping vigil glanced at Old Master Feng, bowed, and said, "His Majesty has instructed that Old Master Feng decide on the date of the funeral."

Old Master Feng's gaze was fixed on Feng Yu in the coffin, his eyes dark and brooding. No one knew what he was thinking. Hearing the servant's words, Old Master Feng's eyes flickered. "How about... tomorrow?"