Chapter 45 Thoughts

The imperial palace of Nan Shao Kingdom built with magnificent and majestic buildings arranged in orderly rows. The eaves are lined with layers of decorations. A bronze bell hangs from the corner of the eaves. The tall, vermilion, four-pointed pillar stands upright. It is carved with dragons and phoenixes, painted with colorful lacquers and dazzling colors. It looks like a beautiful painting under the sunlight!

At the moment, there was a lot of colorful lights in the sky. They had dyed the clouds in the golden glow of the red oranges. The lights were rolling up and down in the morning light. It was like an immortal building, solemn and unreachable.

Feng Zhiyao slightly narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance.

If one casually stood in the center of the main building Qianqing Palace, looking down on the scenery. If one ascended to the highest point in the front hall of Taiji Palace, not only the Xianyang City, the entire world would be able to be seen, and one would be able to control by one hand.

Under this grand and magnificent bell and drum, in the glorious palace, every man in Taiji Palace were already filled with the world in their hearts.

Perhaps that was the only way they could feel their existence.

Just like a woman, she could throw her heart into her love without any regrets.

Unfortunately, out of millions of people, only one was able to ascend to the top.

Feng Zhiyao turned her head and glanced at Feng Wucai, then followed Imperial Concubine Duan's maid towards Guanju Palace. It was the harem, which Feng Wucai couldn't enter, so he could only wait outside.

The magnificent buildings everywhere showed the elegance of the imperial family. Within Guanju palace, Imperial Concubine Duan, Zhuo Yanxue, looked at Feng Zhiyao kneeling on the ground. Her well-maintained face flashed a faint smile, but it didn't reach her eyes.

She only looked to be around forty years old. Her tall hair was s.h.i.+ning with golden light as she walked forward. Her fair skin looked quite flexible, but the wrinkle at the corner of her eyes showed her age. At this moment, there was a hint of scrutiny on her face!

"Stand up!"

"Seat!"

With a gentle wave of her hand, the Imperial Concubine Duan signaled the palace maid to bring stool for Feng Zhiyao to sit on.

"Thank you, Madame!"

Feng Zhiyao's lips curved into a faint smile.

She really didn't know why the King of Qi's mother was looking for her at this time.

"I heard you're sick?"

Imperial Concubine Duan supported her head with one hand and slowly closed her eyes.

However, the question made Feng Zhiyao feel a little bit nervous.

"Madame, I'm afraid this illness is the most difficult disease in the world to treat. Sigh."

Fortunately, he had consumed some medicine that caused his meridians to go into disorder. Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to deal with the beautiful middle-aged woman in front of her.

"Don't sigh, I pity you from losing mother at young age, and in addition, you had an engagement with my Fei'er, so I naturally treated you as a daughter. Now that there's a good doctor in the palace, I invite him to come over and take a look at your illness, how about that?"

Imperial Concubine Duan felt that it was too much of a coincidence that she was sick at that time!

Such concerned words really made Feng Zhiyao unable to say a word of rejection. After so much trouble, what she really wanted was to know Feng Zhiyao was really sick or not?

Feng Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, then immediately kneeled down in front of Imperial Concubine Duan.

"Thank you for your grace, but you will probably be disappointed."

Feng Zhiyao's beautiful eyes were full of tears as she replied in a delicate voice, like a weak willow tree supporting the wind.

With three claps of a hand, a white-haired old man in purple robes walked out from his hiding place.

"It's this girl. Senior nun Hui Yin, you can take a look at her."

Imperial Concubine Duan pointed at Feng Zhiyao and said.

Feng Zhiyao saw that this old man was so light, maybe she had some ability. Feng Zhiyao was a bit worried.

Senior nun Hui Yin rushed to Feng Zhiyao. She raised her haggard-like fingers and pressed on Feng Zhiyao's pulse, her face full of surprise.

"Madame, regarding this meridian …"

"I has never heard of it. "

Senior nun Hui Yin frowned her snow-white eyebrows as she spoke.

"Forget it, she has no fate with Fei'er after all!"

With a wave of her hand, Imperial Concubine Duan indicated Hui Yin to leave.

"I'm tired, you can go back!"

The implication was, Feng Zhiyao, you can scram as well.

Feng Zhiyao couldn't stay in this harem for a second longer. The medicine Ye Weiyang had left behind worked. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult for her to escape.

When Feng Zhiyao left, Xuanyuan Haofei just happened to come to his mother's place to pay his respects.

"Yao'er?"

Xuanyuan Haofei called out pa.s.sionately, his heart filled with pleasant surprise, excitement and astonishment …

"Good morning, your highness King of Qi."

Feng Zhiyao saw Feng Wucai waiting for her from a distance, "Sorry, father was waiting for Yao'er in front, so I'll have to excuse myself!"

After she finished speaking, she swept past Xuanyuan Haofei's waist with both hands carrying her skirt.

The pretty lips of Xuanyuan Haofei twitched fiercely a few times, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He turned his head to glance at Feng Zhiyao's back before walking into Guanjun Palace with his hands behind his back.

At the moment, Imperial Concubine Duan was lying on the bed, lost in thought.

"King of Qi!"

The palace servants' voice sounded.

Xuanyuan Haofei walked in with his hands behind his back. Seeing his mother resting on the bed with her eyes closed, he lowered his eyes and unconsciously lowered his footsteps.

"Fei'er!"

Concubine Zhuo Yanxue opened her eyes and looked at her outstanding son with a smile.

The current emperor Jing Long had many sons, and amongst them, only the crown prince, King of Qin and King of Jing were the cream of the crop. Now that the emperor was old, and all the other factions were secretly fighting, she naturally hoped that her son, Xuanyuan Haofei, would be able to ascend to the throne. Therefore, at the time when she was the most favored, she had arranged a wife for Fei'er, which was also known as the Prime Minister's daughter, Feng Zhiyao.

However, she had not expected that Feng Zhiqiong, who was also the younger cousin of the young lord of Mighty Heavenly Castle, would appear halfway. Mighty Heavenly Castle's wealth was comparable to the number one family of Nan Shao, the Wen Family!

"Mother?"

Xuanyuan Haofei was still thinking about meeting Feng Zhiyao at the entrance of the palace. "I wonder what business does mother have with Feng Zhiyao?"

"Sigh!"

"She was really incurable."

"Just now, senior nun Hui Yin detected her pulse!"

Zhuo Yanxue sighed.

The word 'incurable' sounded like thunder on Xuanyuan Haofei's chest. In a split-second, his expression turned extremely ugly. In that case, she …

Would she die?

"Mother, is there no way to save her?"

Previously, he had thought that the rumor of the first daughter of Feng Family being infected by an evil disease was false!

Zhuo Yanxue sighed. "No."

"Fei'er, although Feng Zhiqiong is concubine's daughter, the strength of Mighty Heavenly Castle cannot be underestimated. Moreover, you should be responsible for her, so just give her the position of a concubine!"

"I'll tell your Father to give an imperial decree to the Feng Family!"

"Perhaps this is the best arrangement for Fei'er."

"But I …"

Xuanyuan Haofei's brows furrowed slightly when he heard this.

"Fei'er, there are some things you can't do too far. No matter what, you must always focus on important matters. Moreover, when the time is right, you must leave a path of retreat for yourself!"

While Zhuo Yanxue was speaking with Xuanyuan Haofei, she had already dismissed the crowd. Thus, when she finished speaking, the hall was completely silent. It was so quiet that one could hear the sound of an embroidery needle dropping.