Feng Xijin failed again tonight and returned only to report the news.
Granny Cui, using the excuse that Hua Rong needed to rest, asked her to leave.
After Feng Xi left, Granny Cui looked at Hua Rong, who had a hint of worry in her eyes.
She said in a low voice, "Sovereign, I will find a way to get rid of this Granny Jiang first."
Hua Rong nodded, but it was clear her mind was not on this matter.
"Is the Sovereign still worried that Feng Ling cannot gain the Prince's favor?"
Granny Cui smiled, "Although the Prince's heart is only with Chu Qianli now, people are made of flesh and blood. As long as Feng Ling stays by the Prince's side, and resembles Chu Qianli so much, in time, the Prince will surely make room for Feng Ling in his heart."
"And when will that be?" Hua Rong was indeed uneasy.
Her son's feelings for Chu Qianli were so deep, what was to be done?
"Chu Qianli and her mother are both not good people. Xuan'er just doesn't know many things."
One day, he would know. One day, he would see the hypocrisy and malice of Chu Qianli and her mother.
By then, her Xuan'er would no longer be bewitched by that vixen!
...
After sending off his fourth brother, Feng Wuya returned to his chambers.
There was still over an hour until dawn.
Having been awake all night, he didn't feel sleepy yet.
Perhaps he was sleepy, but he felt that there were still some things left unfinished today.
Restless, he couldn't help but get up again, put on his outer robe, and went out.
The most inconspicuous room in the corner of the west wing was still lit.
Feng Wuya's brows furrowed slightly, and he walked over quickly, knocking on the door.
"I don't need anything. Go back and rest."
From inside, a woman's voice, slightly hoarse, could be heard.
Recently, her voice had become even more hoarse, clearly a sequela of insufficient rest.
Feng Wuya was silent for a moment, then pushed the door open directly.
Seeing him, Long Xinghe was a little surprised, thinking it was Jiang Tao coming to bring her food and drink again.
"It's this late, why aren't you sleeping? You're not well, don't stay up late."
She put down what she was holding and stood up, looking at him. "I'll send you back to rest."
"I'm not a child," Feng Wuya said, a little annoyed.
In her eyes, he always seemed to be that child who couldn't grow up and needed to be taken care of.
Just like now, her intention was clear: send him back to rest, take good care of him, and then she would return here to continue her unfinished work.
She herself was staying up late working, so why should he go back to rest?
Long Xinghe was only slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "No one thinks you're a child, but your body hasn't fully recovered yet, and you shouldn't overexert yourself."
"When have I ever overexerted myself?"
Life had indeed been too good. The word "overexertion" had nothing to do with him.
Everyone treated him like a fragile doll, protecting him!
"You know you shouldn't stay up late, so what are you doing now?"
Feng Wuya walked over, his gaze fixed on the hand-grinding tool on the table.
The item was very precise, meticulously designed, and absolutely impossible to make without exceptional craftsmanship and skill.
"A weapon?"
It looked very formidable.
Feng Wuya's interest was instantly piqued.
He sat down by the table, reaching for the small object on it.
Long Xinghe quickly said, "Don't touch it. It's not finished yet. The mechanism is unstable, and if you touch it by accident, the needle will shoot out and injure you."
Although Feng Wuya was curious, he was still somewhat displeased. "Did A'Li ask you to make this again? How long will she continue to exploit you?"