Quick Transmigration: My Host's Darling Little Darling

When Feng Yun opened his eyes in the early morning, he felt relieved to see Sheng Yuan so close to him; everything from last night was not a dream.

As soon as Feng Yun moved, Sheng Yuan woke up and kissed Feng Yun's forehead with half-closed eyes.

"I'm leaving in a bit and will be back in a few days, is that alright?" Sheng Yuan asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yun instinctively tightened her grip on Sheng Yuan's arm. "Do you really have to leave?"

"There are still some things to take care of over there. I'll be fine. Wait for me at home." Shengyuan touched his face.

Feng Yun's tears fell again, and Sheng Yuan's heart softened. "Then I'll come back to keep you company every night?"

[Host, this will give us away!]

Nuonuo hurriedly reminded her.

Feng Yun shook his head. "Business is important. You're tiring yourself out like this. I'll wait for you at home."

Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with reluctance.

Sheng Yuan wiped away his tears, "Look what this is?"

Feng Yun looked at Sheng Yuan, who was holding a small white ceramic cat and had a floral silk scarf wrapped around his neck.

Feng Yun's attention was diverted after taking the ceramic kitten from Sheng Yuan's hand.

"Didn't what you did before look a lot like you?"

Sheng Yuan gently rubbed his little face and asked him with a smile.

It's a little cat sitting down with its head slightly raised, looking both docile and proud.

“Where does it look similar?” Feng Yun thought it looked very similar, but he wouldn’t admit it.

"It's just like him everywhere." Sheng Yuan cupped his face and kissed him on one side.

Feng Yun's attention was diverted, and Sheng Yuan left.

When Suiyun arrived, Feng Yun was already dressed, her long hair loose, staring blankly at a small ceramic white cat on the soft couch.

"Young master, where did you get this little gadget?"

How come he didn't know about this item when he was with his young master all day?

"The sound was carried far away."

Feng Yun lay on the coffee table and replied casually.

Suiyun assumed it was a gift from the Third Young Master, and that the young master was reminiscing about him upon seeing the object.

"I haven't seen anyone these days unless there's news from Shengyuan."

Feng Yun knew that Sheng Yuan had returned secretly, so he couldn't show his joy openly. Instead, he had Sui Yun spread the word that Sheng Yuan was too heartbroken to leave his room and see anyone.

"Yes."

Suiyun felt a pang of heartache seeing that the young master had lost his former manners and etiquette, and was just lying weakly on the coffee table talking.

The happiest person upon learning of Sheng Yuan's death was Emperor Zhou Fuyun, as it indicated that his plan had successfully begun.

Feng Yunhe's heart skipped a beat when she heard the news. Her brother was not someone who could withstand great storms!

"Your Majesty, Consort Yun went to pay her respects to the Empress, and the two chatted for quite a while," Yi Chun reported while massaging Feng Yun's shoulders.

"Was it said by the maidservant who served Consort Yun?" Feng Yunhe asked.

"She told me secretly, and I also went to the Empress's palace to ask in secret. It's true." Yi Chun still didn't quite believe that little palace maid. How many people could be trusted if someone could betray their master?

"She also said that Consort Yun told her to hide this item in the Empress's palace, and to put another dose of the medicine in Consort Ru's food." Yi Chun took out the item hidden in her sleeve.

Two portions of medicine powder.

“This little maidservant by Consort Yun’s side, although she was part of the dowry, has been used to a life of hardship. She considers any favors from others as a blessing from heaven,” Feng Yun said with a smile.

Among the favored concubines, besides her, there was also Consort Ru from the small county town.

Despite her humble origins and resemblance to her cousin Liu Ruyan, Zhou Fuyun doted on her like a precious jewel, treating her like a substitute.

Deep down, they probably think they can find another one if they lose them; they have no real feelings for each other.

The same scheme as in her previous life, only now it was her.

This time, it was Consort Ru, who was three months pregnant, who was destined to miscarry.

She could scare the little maid so much that she wouldn't dare to harm the prince. Now that she had the medicine, she could do whatever she wanted with it.

If it weren't for the scheming of Consort Yun and the Empress in her previous life, Zhou Fuyun wouldn't have been able to so easily find out her sister's mistakes, let alone the grave mistake of harming the imperial heir.

Her older sister was the kindest and softest-hearted person, quite unlike her, a venomous scorpion who was willing to risk her life.

Consort Yun was not clever, even stupid; otherwise, she wouldn't have become the Empress's scapegoat with just a few words, and she didn't understand any techniques for managing subordinates or winning their hearts.

Therefore, a few light words are enough to sow discord, and a few benefits can be given to them to their advantage.

"Hide this powder in the Empress's palace. I want to see them fight like dogs," Feng Yunhe said.

“But I still think she can’t be completely trusted,” Yi Chun cautiously reminded her mistress.

“You’re just a pawn,” Feng Yunhe said, patting Yichun’s hand. “In this vast palace, you are the only one I trust. In a while, I will arrange a good marriage for you, with a generous dowry, so you can leave the palace and live a peaceful life.”

Yichun, however, seemed to have heard some terrible news and immediately knelt down in front of Feng Yunhe.

"Yichun doesn't want to go anywhere, she just wants to stay by Your Highness's side!" Yichun was almost crying, clutching Feng Yunhe's sleeve and pleading, "Please, Miss, don't leave me behind!"

Feng Yun helped her up with both hands. "Yichun, I used to think the palace was a good place, but after experiencing so much, I only feel that it is a deadly trap. From the empress and concubines to the palace maids and eunuchs, no one here can die a good death."

"You have suffered a lot because of me over the years. I only hope that you can have a peaceful life, with money and leisure, free from disasters and hardships. Although my stepmother is biased, she is really a kind person. With the Marquis's mansion to support you and more dowry prepared, even if you suffer grievances in your husband's family in the future, you can get a divorce and live a wealthy life on your own."

Feng Yunhe's words of advice brought tears to Yichun's eyes.

Feng Yunhe reached out and wiped away her tears. "The last person you can rely on in this world is a man. Even your bedmate needs the right skills to manage him for the relationship to last. I often use His Majesty's affairs to talk to you about men's minds. You must remember this. No matter what happens, don't wrong yourself. Do you understand?"

"This servant understands." Yichun nodded obediently.

She never imagined that her mistress would plan so much for her. She used to think that her mistress was just upset when she talked about His Majesty, but now she realized that those words were meant for her.

She smiled with a touch of elegance and satisfaction.

Having finished discussing this matter, Feng Yunhe began to think about the next thing.

Brother's death was probably Zhou Fuyun's scheme.

She didn't want Zhou Fuyun to have an easy life.

Feng Yunhe gave Zhou Fuyun a big gift.

Feng Yunhe knew that Zhou Fuyun had placed palace maids and eunuchs in the Empress Dowager and Empress's palaces. Feng Yunhe only used a handkerchief to have the two most capable ones executed by the Empress Dowager on charges of having an affair.

Although she always felt that someone was helping her, making the plan progress too smoothly, it still made Zhou Fuyun feel extremely uneasy.

The story of Zhou Fuyun smashing cups and goblets in his bedchamber was told to Feng Yunhe by the chief eunuch beside him.

Winning people's hearts is the first step Fengyun and He came back to take. These people can be trusted, but they cannot be completely trusted either.

If the master dies, how many of the soldiers behind him will survive?