Chu Minghao, having just finished preparing for Lan Fan, did not forget to come and watch the show.
His gaze fell upon the hands of Feng Ling as she held onto Feng Ye Xuan's arm.
His thin lips pursed, and a hint of sarcasm flickered in his eyes.
"King Xuan is, after all, the fiancé of our Nanming Princess. I didn't expect that after just sharing the dragon bed with the princess, he would already be embracing another beauty."
"Is King Xuan looking down on our Nanming Princess, or is it that the affection between King Xuan and the princess is nothing but a pretense?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Ling immediately released Feng Ye Xuan's arm and said in a low voice, "This matter has nothing to do with His Highness. It is my fault. I was the one pestering His Highness. Please, Young Master Hao, do not misunderstand."
"Pestering the future consort is a capital offense. Do you know this, girl?"
Feng Ling's slender body trembled slightly, and she instinctively looked up at Feng Ye Xuan.
Feng Ye Xuan said indifferently, "If you do not wish to wear the mask, I will have people protect you here, and you will not need to enter the village."
Feng Ling had been injured by his qi when she saved him from going mad. Her body had not yet recovered.
He had not intended to bring her, but she was worried about his safety and feared he would be unable to sleep at night, so she insisted on coming.
Seeing her being bullied now, Feng Ye Xuan felt a pang of sympathy.
Moreover, to protect his reputation, she was willing to bear the blame herself. This alone was enough to soften his heart.
Feng Ling was the apple of his eye. How could he let her suffer such grievances?
However, Feng Ling said, "It's alright. I'll get used to wearing this mask. At most, it's a bit difficult to breathe..."
Seeing his slightly darkened expression, Feng Ling immediately added, "It's really fine. I must follow you in, otherwise, at night..."
As if sensing others were present, Feng Ling swallowed her words.
She whispered, "I'll wear it then."
Afterward, she was helped back into the carriage by a maid.
Chu Minghao stared at her retreating figure, his eyes narrowing. "This young lady is much gentler and more understanding than our princess. No wonder King Xuan is willing to keep her by his side."
"What does Young Master Hao want to say?" Feng Ye Xuan's impatience was evident.
Chu Minghao lowered his voice. "I can see, Your Highness, that you no longer have feelings for that willful princess."
Feng Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them.
Chu Minghao smiled. "Your Highness need not be angry. I have no ill intentions. I simply wish to tell Your Highness that whatever conditions the Emperor can offer you, my father can also offer, and perhaps even more."
Finally, he smiled and said, "Please reconsider, Your Highness. I await your reply at any time."
Afterward, Chu Minghao returned to Lan Fan's side and ordered his men to clear the path for Mr. Lan.
Feng Ye Xuan's gaze instinctively fell forward.
He truly detested that figure. The thought of her scandalous affairs made him wish he had never touched her.
Yet, her actions were indeed meticulous and rigorous.
After a flood, illnesses were inevitable. Her plan for prevention seemed not bad.
Perhaps it would actually be useful.
That night, the convoy entered Xinhuacun village.
Knowing that it was the imperial army, the villagers were very cooperative.
Chu Qianli ordered the medicine to be distributed, and most of the villagers obediently took it.
No one said anything, only waiting for the National Master to preside over the memorial ceremony tomorrow.
As long as the National Master completed the heavenly sacrifice, the heavens would protect them, and such a thing would never happen again.