Reborn as the Regent's Beloved

Since his conversation with Xiao Qingyin that day, Feng Mingjing has become increasingly convinced that the Ninth Prince harbors rebellious intentions and wants to usurp the throne.

Following the woman's suggestion, he framed his younger brother Feng Mingyu for selling official positions and had the Censor-in-Chief impeach the Eighth Prince, directly accusing him of selling official positions and amassing wealth, which caused a stir in the court and among the people.

His Majesty could hardly believe it when he heard that the mastermind behind the sale of official positions was the usually upright and carefree Eighth Prince.

He summoned Feng Mingyu to the imperial study that very night and questioned her, "Mingyu, did you do this?"

After speaking, he placed the memorial in front of Feng Mingyu.

Faced with false accusations, Feng Mingyu was unable to prove his innocence in a short time. He lowered his brows and said to the Emperor, "Father, no one knows a son better than his father. You should know very well what kind of person I am. I would never do such a thing against my conscience for the sake of money. This matter concerns the future of all scholars in the world and the future of the Great Yun Dynasty. How could I possibly find a bunch of incompetent people to be the backbone of the Great Yun Dynasty for the sake of money!"

The Emperor coldly pointed at the memorial. "So you believe the Censor-in-Chief is framing you?"

Feng Mingyu did not raise his head, and calmly said, "Your subject does not know who is trying to frame you, but your subject only asks Your Majesty to give you justice."

The Emperor's brows furrowed deeply, his expression hardening, as he repeated, "Justice?"

After that day, Feng Mingyu was placed under house arrest by the Emperor.

After this news spread, some were happy while others were sad.

Feng Mingjing was overjoyed and met with Xiao Qingyin again, while Xiao Fengyi, who was recuperating in Qingya Courtyard, frowned.

Based on her experience and intuition, Xiao Fengyi guessed that this was definitely the work of Feng Mingjingyue Xiao Qingyin.

Since Ye Si strengthened the defenses of Qingya Courtyard, Xiao Fengyi's safety has been guaranteed, and she has also become more well-informed. This is because the guards are all veterans from the spy camp.

Under their investigation, Xiao Fengyi confirmed her suspicions: Feng Mingyu was indeed framed by Feng Mingjing.

The spies from the spy camp also told her, "Reporting to Miss, in addition to framing Feng Mingyu, Feng Mingjing is also spreading the news among all the princes that the Ninth Prince is going to usurp the throne, so that all the princes are starting to be wary of the Ninth Prince."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fengyi prepared to administer acupuncture to Feng Xingye, shouting before leaving, "Absurd! This is utterly absurd!"

We can't be too lenient with Feng Mingjing. It's best to disregard all morality and just kill him to eliminate any future trouble.

She didn't care about anything else; she was determined to talk to Feng Xingye about this tonight and see if he had any solutions.

When Xiao Fengyi boarded the carriage sent by Yue Qi to go to the Prince Zhao's residence, Feng Xingye also heard some rumors about himself.

When the news of the princes' discussion about Feng Xingye's usurpation reached his ears, he was at home writing letters, the contents of which were all about investigating the matter of Feng Mingyu being framed.

He certainly didn't believe that the Eighth Prince was the mastermind behind the sale of official positions, but if the Eighth Prince were really so insidious and greedy, Feng Xingye wouldn't have looked down on him and wouldn't have mentioned him to the Emperor so many times.

This is clearly a setup by the Seventh Prince.

"What did you say? The Seventh Prince sent people to spread rumors that my marriage to you was a plot to seize the throne?"

Xiao Fengyi stood in front of the man, carrying a medicine box on her back.

"Yes, that's what they're all saying, and this rumor is getting worse and worse. It's been turned into a political nursery rhyme and is spreading among the people. Ninth Prince, I hope you can take this seriously. If these nursery rhymes reach His Majesty's ears, he will definitely be unhappy."

Her concerns were not unfounded. Many powerful officials in the previous dynasty had been executed because of political nursery rhymes. Feng Xingye put the letter he had written into the envelope and said to the woman, "I understand. I will have my subordinates investigate the source of the nursery rhyme and tell them to stop talking nonsense."

Xiao Fengyi stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness Prince Zhao, would you like the spy battalion to help?"

Feng Xingye was somewhat unaccustomed to Xiao Fengyi's proactive attitude. "You don't want me to know about the spy camp? Why are you suddenly offering to help?"

After his reminder, unpleasant memories flooded back to Xiao Fengyi, and she refused to utter another word.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Feng Xingye didn't remind her, but instead left the study.

After he went out, the night fell, and soon a man in black stood beside him.

Feng Xingye didn't even glance at the letter before handing it to Yueyi. "Yueyi, give this letter to the Inspector General and have him investigate whether the Censor-in-Chief is colluding with the Seventh Prince."

Yueyi stood behind him, cupped her fists and said, "Your Highness, rest assured, I will definitely find the person who framed you."

After saying that, Yueyi disappeared from the spot with a "whoosh" like a bat, coming and going without a trace.

When Feng Xingye returned to his study, he saw that Xiao Fengyi had already placed the medicine box on the table next to the window and taken out the medicine packets inside.

As if hearing his footsteps, the woman suddenly turned around and said, "Your Highness, let me administer acupuncture to you first. We can talk about other things later."

Feng Xingye's lips pursed, forming lines of doubt.

"Do you have something to discuss with me today?"

Xiao Fengyi put down the silver needles in her hand, walked up to him and curtsied, "Your Highness, I do have some things I need your help with."

The man walked back to his desk with an air of nonchalance. As he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, he said to the person in front of him, "If you have something important to say, you might as well say it before I administer the acupuncture. I happen to have some matters to attend to."

Xiao Fengyi still held the silver needles in her hand. "Your Highness, I'm all ready. Let's talk about other things after the acupuncture is finished. I'm afraid you'll get distracted later."

The man sat upright at the table, composed and steady. Coupled with his outstanding temperament and handsome appearance, he truly possessed the aura of an emperor. No wonder so many people believed Feng Mingjing's false accusation that he wanted to usurp the throne.

"Miss Xiao, you should tell me now. After the acupuncture, I will lose control and go crazy like last time. Even if you have an emergency and come to me for help, I will be unable to help you."

Xiao Fengyi recalled Feng Xingye's frenzied state, which was indeed quite frightening, and felt that his words made some sense; they could no longer delay.

Without hesitation, she put the needle back into her sleeve, raised her hands, and bowed deeply to Feng Xingye.

The man immediately stopped writing, looked at the white-clad woman kneeling in the silvery light under the bright moon, and said, "What do you want from me that you would show such great courtesy? I am truly flattered."

His words were so joking that Xiao Fengyi thought he was mocking her.

However, now is not the time to hesitate, because Feng Mingyu simply cannot wait.