Quick Transmigration: My Host's Darling Little Darling

afternoon.

The death of Master Fuchen has been lingering in Feng Yun's heart.

Who is the master of the National Temple who can deal with the Feng family?

Several candidates flashed through his mind, but he felt the emperor was the most dangerous.

If it were the emperor, it would be a case of "the rabbit is killed after the hunt," a dead end. As long as the emperor lives, the Feng family will never have peace.

Sheng Yuan came in with the medicine and saw Feng Yun sitting on the headboard, deep in thought. Feng Yun didn't even notice Sheng Yuan approaching and sitting down on the bedside.

Seeing this, Shengyuan scooped up a spoonful of medicine and held it to his lips.

The bitter taste of the medicine brought Feng Yun back to his senses. "Hmm~"

Feng Yun turned his head away.

"Why are you still like a child, hiding from bitter medicine?" Sheng Yuan teased him with a laugh.

Feng Yun pouted and retorted, "You've already said it's bitter, I'm not stupid, how can I not dodge?"

"Do you want me to feed you, or do you want to drink it yourself?" Sheng Yuan rubbed his face.

Feng Yun didn't say anything, but reached out and took the bowl from Sheng Yuan's hand, and downed it in one gulp.

Before Sheng Yuan could react, he grabbed the back of Sheng Yuan's head with one hand, leaned forward, and kissed Sheng Yuan's lips.

Sheng Yuan subconsciously supported Feng Yun's waist, and Feng Yun, who was kneeling on the bed, easily pried open Sheng Yuan's lips.

"Husbands and wives go through thick and thin together," Feng Yun said after kissing her, then asked, "Is it bitter?"

Sheng Yuan didn't reply to his question, but instead teased, "You always used to tell your husband to be more serious, so why are you being so proactive now that you're at the Buddha's feet?"

Feng Yuncai realized what was happening and tried to escape, but Sheng Yuan grabbed his waist.

"Let go!"

Sheng Yuan seemed not to hear him, and helped him fall into his arms, saying, "Give him another kiss."

Without waiting for Feng Yun's reply, she lowered her head and kissed him.

Feng Yun finally relented and leaned on Sheng Yuan's shoulder to catch her breath.

"Shengyuan, aren't you angry after hearing what that abbot just said?"

He had a bright future ahead of him, and could have married and had children, but instead he became a pawn in someone else's game to suppress the Feng family.

"I'm angry." Sheng Yuan looked into Feng Yun's eyes, reached out and stroked his cheek, explaining, "I'm angry to be someone else's pawn, but I'm happy to marry you."

Feng Yun was relieved that Sheng Yuan was reasonable and did not hold a grudge.

"You should let your parents-in-law know about this, so they can be on their guard," Sheng Yuan reminded him.

Feng Yun nodded. "I truly believed we were destined for each other. If it weren't for this incident, we might never have met." Perhaps I would already be dead.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence.

“I know, otherwise you wouldn’t have come to the temple in person.”

Sheng Yuan added, "I still believe that we were meant to be together. Even without this incident, we would have met and fallen in love in another way."

Feng Yun looked at him and repeated the sentence: "We were meant to be together."

He held Shengyuan's hand, knowing he would always remember those words.

I originally went there to fulfill a vow, but I never expected it to be a conspiracy from the very beginning.

After returning, Feng Yun went to the Marquis's residence and met his father.

Upon hearing the news from his son, Feng Cibai was so angry that he smashed his cup.

"It's just too much!"

Seeing this, Feng Yun took a step back to avoid getting hurt.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Feng Yun felt that his father was acting strangely; this matter shouldn't have made his father so angry.

"Your sister Yunhe was poisoned in the palace, causing a miscarriage. She will be unable to have children in the future. His Majesty ordered the woman to be executed. His Majesty specially allowed family members to visit her. Your mother came back and said that Yunhe was so thin that she looked like she was possessed, sitting on the bed holding an empty swaddling cloth."

Feng Cibai pulled out a letter written in blood: "When your mother entered the palace, your sister took the opportunity to slip this letter into her body. Your mother only discovered it when she was washing up at night."

“The emperor’s heart is no longer what it used to be; once the rabbit is caught, the dog is cooked…” Feng Yun looked at the blood-written letter, his hands trembling.

My sister, who used to be the most pretentious, has turned out like this.

“In this way, my sister must have found out something, but she is surrounded by people watching her.”

Feng Cibai nodded. "Right now, your marriage, Yunhe's entry into the palace, and even the possibility that your sister's marriage, and the assassination attempt on Deputy General Mo, are all related to His Majesty." Feng Cibai told him everything she knew: "Neither this servant nor that woman found any clues. Before leaving, Ruyan came to me and told me about Deputy General Mo's assassination attempt. If Deputy General Mo hadn't been lucky, Ruyan wouldn't know anything about the border affairs, and she wouldn't have known about that secret edict. She would most likely have entered the palace. Your uncle never told me about the secret edict either. I'm afraid His Majesty is deliberately hiding it from Ruyan."

Feng Yun's face had darkened.

"Father, is such a ruler truly worthy of loyalty?"

Feng Cibai fell silent. He had initially valued the emperor for his shrewdness and ability to shoulder great responsibilities, but now the emperor had betrayed him. How could the Feng family be loyal to such a monarch?

As a father, Feng Cibai naturally trusted his daughter's words more. He wanted to bring his daughter back, even if she was raised in the mansion, it would still be better than that cannibalistic palace.

“The eighteenth prince is still young, and although the Empress Dowager is the legal mother, her maternal family has already declined.”

Feng Yun understood these words; a two-year-old child naturally couldn't do anything.

“Suspicion has been born, and there’s no going back to the way things were.” Feng Yun felt that they should find a way to nip the problem in the bud.

“With the youngest son ascending the throne, the only possibility is that the Empress Dowager will rule from behind the curtain. This move could cause turmoil in the Zhou Kingdom. Let me think of another way.” Feng Cibai was very distressed. “Go see your mother. She probably misses you.”

Feng Yun obediently left.

Suiyun, who was waiting outside the study, saw his young master come out and hurriedly went to greet him, then followed him to the Lady of the Marquis's courtyard.

When Lady Hou saw that it was her youngest son who had come to see her, she quickly greeted him with a smile: "I was just about to go to Ziyun Courtyard to see you, but I didn't expect you to come today. The doctor told me that you can stop taking the medicine after another month, and I really wanted to see you with my own eyes."

"Don't worry, Mother, I'm fine. When Sheng Yuan isn't around, I have Sui Yun and a bunch of servants at my beck and call. When Sheng Yuan is here, he takes care of me all the time, so I don't have to work hard all day long." Feng Yun and Lady Hou sat on the couch, arm in arm, chatting.

"That's good," the Lady Hou said, serving Feng Yun the freshly made tea. "Try it!"

Feng Yun took the tea from his mother, took a sip, and exclaimed, "Mother's cooking skills are truly unparalleled in the capital!"

"Your words are very comforting." Lady Hou's eyes gleamed with a smile, then she changed the subject: "I heard you went to the National Temple. Why did you come here as soon as you got back? Did something happen?"

Feng Yun glanced at the servants in the room, and the Lady Hou understood and waved them away.

"Master Fuchen is dead."

Lady Hou frowned. "How could this be? When I went to fulfill my vow, the master was perfectly fine..."

"When I was taking a walk with Shengyuan, I overheard the abbot saying that Shengyuan and I were close, and because I didn't go along with others' wishes, I killed the master."

The first thing Lady Hou thought of was Feng Yunhe's saying, "The emperor's heart is no longer what it used to be; once the rabbit is caught, the dog is cooked."

"What does my son-in-law think?" The most innocent party in this matter is the Pei family's son-in-law, who is probably feeling uncomfortable.

“Shengyuan is naturally angry,” she said quickly, seeing her mother’s worried expression. “Shengyuan is not angry about the marriage itself, but about the scheming person.”

"really?"

Feng Yun nodded. "Really."

"If that's the case, then your marriage is a sham..."

Feng Yun understood what the Lady Hou meant and interrupted, "Mother, there's nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation."

Lady Hou understood what the child meant, "As long as you don't regret it later."

If they divorce, Feng Yun can still marry and have children in the future. It's just that he can't marry a daughter from a prominent family, but at least he can have offspring.

But since Feng Yun made this choice, there was nothing she could say.

Feng Yun chatted with the Lady of the Marquis for a while, and then Sui Yun arrived.