Gui Tong couldn't quite figure out what Chu Qianli was plotting.
Even though he knew the item in his hand was problematic, and that the voice from last time had come from it.
But with no note, no letter, nothing, where was the problem?
Gui Tong glanced at Chu Qianli again, then turned abruptly and headed towards the main courtyard.
He was going to find Chu Minghao.
Chu Qianli stood by the window, looking out.
Long Xinghe using this drone to find her meant that the better-functioning one had likely met with an accident.
Tonight, the逍遥王府 (Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion) was bound to have something happen.
After Gui Tong left, Chu Qianli immediately took out another drone, put the recording pen away, and quickly piloted the drone out of the courtyard before Gui Tong could return…
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Feng Jinghua.
To Murong Yu, it was a name sealed by time.
She had always known that Huarong was Feng Jinghua.
In fact, some people had guessed it back then, but no one dared to say it.
Most of those who knew were dead, and the few who remained dared not speak of it.
Because they were all afraid of death.
Whoever mentioned it would die!
They could only pretend not to know.
Especially the women in the harem.
Everyone knew the name Feng Jinghua.
She was once the number one beauty of Beiming, a person almost every woman envied.
But Murong Yu had never been jealous of her, because her heart belonged to someone else, and the man she liked had nothing to do with Feng Jinghua.
“Then why was she later called Huarong?”
This history belonged to the secret history of the Beiming royal family, and it was very unfamiliar to Long Xinghe.
Even Feng Wuya had never heard of it.
Murong Yu glanced at Wuya, then looked at Long Xinghe again and explained, “Because Feng Jinghua was the wife of Prince Ye back then, the Ye Royal Consort.”
Ye Royal Consort!
Feng Wuya and Long Xinghe exchanged glances, and their hearts were suddenly shaken.
Everyone knew Prince Ye.
When he was still alive, he was the sole supreme ruler of the entire Feng imperial clan!
He was the late Emperor’s favorite successor!
Prince Ye’s prestige back then was absolutely unmatched.
The current Prince Xuan, along with Prince He, contended with him in court, but when Prince Ye was alive, no one in the entire imperial clan dared to compete with him.
If one were to count the God of War of Beiming, after Prince Ye came Prince Jiu, and after Prince Jiu came the current Prince Xuan.
But among the three generations of Gods of War, Prince Ye was the most formidable. It was rumored that he was decisive and ruthless.
The later Prince Jiu, and even the current Prince Xuan, were somewhat soft-hearted, not as ruthless as Prince Ye had been.
Therefore, Prince Jiu and Prince Xuan had the hearts of the people, while Prince Ye commanded the awe of all under heaven.
“I heard Prince Ye died of illness?” Long Xinghe was not familiar with the popular legends of Beiming, and she naturally paid no attention to rumors about the number one beauty.
However, she had meticulously studied the histories of various royal families after becoming the Eldest Princess of Long Teng.
She had naturally heard how powerful Prince Ye was.
“Died of illness?” Murong Yu sneered coldly, a chilling aura in her eyes.
“In the royal family, how many princes and sons truly die of illness?”
“So, you mean Prince Ye was murdered?” As expected, it was just as she had imagined! “Could it be… the current Emperor…”
Long Xinghe thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up at Murong Yu, her eyes filled with shock.
“Huarong is Feng Jinghua, which means Consort Rong was once the Ye Royal Consort, a concubine the Emperor snatched from Prince Ye! Then… could Prince Xuan… possibly be Prince Ye’s son?”