Yang Xiyue frowned in pain, but couldn't speak to defend herself, so she could only look at him dissatisfiedly.

Touching her wet eyes, Feng Qingcheng glanced at her and shook his sleeves and left.

Yang Xiyue's skin is fair, and a little force will leave obvious traces. Feng Qingcheng was obviously angry just now, and his strength is naturally not light. He left a circle of blue and purple on her wrist, which looked really terrifying.

It was not until there was no movement outside that Dingxiang walked in carefully from outside, looking at Yang Xiyue's eyes full of worry, "Empress, the prince did not do anything to you..."

Dingxiang's concern is not fake. Yang Xiyue has never bullied them in this yard. Such a gentle-tempered master is what the servants like.

Yang Xiyue hid her hand behind her, then picked up the pen on the table and wrote: "When did the prince come?"

"Return to the concubine, the prince came back at the hour of You." Dingxiang replied, "I didn't see the concubine, the prince waited in the room for nearly half an hour."

It turns out that he has been waiting for so long, no wonder he loses his temper.

Yang Xiyue nodded in understanding. After taking a shower, Yang Xiyue lay alone on the bed, and couldn't help but think about it.

I wonder if Feng Yuanxi would believe what she said today. If she didn't believe it, it would be even more difficult to deal with it in the future. However, when she came back a little later today, Feng Qingcheng got so angry at her.

In order not to anger him, I guess I can't go out again during this period.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiyue sighed quietly, her future is really bleak.

"Just be stupid yourself, don't think Feng Yuanxi is so stupid." Before Yang Xiyue was about to go to bed, Migu suddenly appeared.

Yang Xiyue turned around and decided to ignore this useless Death Migu. She closed her eyes and fell asleep soon after.

The next day, Yang Xiyue went to Liu Jianjia's yard.

When Chunshi saw Yang Xiyue's figure, a trace of alertness flashed through his eyes and turned around and entered the room, "Miss, the concubine is here again."

Liu Jianjia paused with Yanzhi's hand, packed it up and walked out.

"Jianjia met the concubine." Liu Jianjia leaned over and saluted slightly, then sat down opposite Yang Xiyue, "I don't know if the concubine came today, but there was something important."

After so much effort, Yang Xiyue already knew what the key point was. This time she did not beat around the bush with Liu Jianjia, but directly signaled the maid to go down.

When they were only two of them, they reached out and gestured, "I won't talk nonsense, Miss Liu, I know you like the prince."

Liu Jianjia's face remained unchanged, and her eyes flashed, "What does the concubine want to say, why not just say it."

"I can help you." Yang Xiyue gestured without hesitation.

"Stop joking, Empress, if the prince really likes me, he wouldn't have waited for so long." Liu Jianjia was sad.

Fool, you are the last straw that overwhelms him, how could it not matter!

Yang Xiyue gestured, "I can really help you. As long as you marry him, find a way to get him to get me off."

In the study, Feng Qingcheng sat upright at the desk with an expressionless face, "What do you mean is that she went to see Feng Yuanxi yesterday?"

"Return to the master, this is indeed the case." Xue Leng lowered his head and answered truthfully.

"Ha." The aura around Feng Qingcheng fell in an instant, and a snorted hum in his throat made Xue Leng's heart tremble, "How long have they been in the private room?"

Xue Leng lowered his head, "It's less than half a cup of tea."

"Go down."

Xue Leng didn't say a word and was very lucky.

Feng Qingcheng looked up and looked in a certain direction. Yang Xiyue, what exactly do you want to do.

Fengqingcheng had not yet investigated why Yang Xiyue wanted to meet Feng Yuanxi. Two days later, the King of Wei found evidence of theft of military rations, and the whole court was in an uproar.

The King of Wei looked confident and the emperor was furious. In the end, no one expected that the prince actually came up with evidence to prove that he did not do it himself.

Instead, it became a difficult situation for the King of Wei to protect himself. The prince finally forced the King of Wei to dedicate a confidant and took over the matter. The stolen military rations were overturned.

A trace of unknown meaning flashed in Feng Qingcheng's eyes.

A few days later, Yang Xiyue received a post from Feng Jiaozi, inviting her to go to Guangming Temple in the suburbs to burn incense.

The princess’ invitation is naturally impossible to avoid.

Yang Xiyue responded and packed herself three days later, while Feng Jiaozi was already waiting for her in front of the palace.

"Xiyue, it's enough for us to ride a carriage, and I want to talk to you too." Feng Jiaozi wore a moon-white gauze dress today, which was a little gentler than usual.

As he said that, Feng Jiaozi looked behind Yang Xiyue and didn't see the familiar figure. She withdrew her gaze in a loss.

Yang Xiyue could see her little movements clearly. She pretended to be nothing, and reached out to gesture, "The prince is busy with something today, so he can't come."

Feng Jiao Zi smiled softly, "What are you saying? I came to pick you up today, not to see you and the prince love each other. If you talk nonsense, be careful that I will never come to you again in the future."

This sentence became a little sharper. Yang Xiyue smiled indifferently and got on the carriage directly.

Everyone in the capital knows that Yang Xiyue is a woman who lost her virginity before marriage, and she was demoted to her concubine by Feng Qingcheng. Is it impossible to be loving?

Thinking that Feng Jiaozi would betray her for Feng Qingcheng in the future, Yang Xiyue suddenly became more vigilant about today's incense burning.

There were chatting all the time along the way, and they arrived soon.

After eating incense together, Feng Jiaozi said, "Xiyue, I suddenly had a headache and wanted to go to the wing room to rest for a while. Why don't you take a walk by yourself first."

It was the hot summer season, and Feng Jiaozi's body was always a little weak. Yang Xiyue nodded indifferently and watched her leave.

Guangming Temple is built on the top of a mountain in the suburbs, with a unique scenery. Not long after, Yang Xiyue suddenly appeared in front of her.

"I have met the concubine, and my master wants to see you. Please come with me."

Yang Xiyue looked at the person in front of her carefully, but saw nothing.

The man didn't care about her gaze at all, but said respectfully, "The master is waiting for the concubine in the pavilion in front of him. Please go with the slave."

I had never seen this person, but Yang Xiyue had a vague guess in her heart and nodded.
Chapter completed!