Chu Feiyan felt as if she had developed heart palpitations.
One moment, she was full of hope, the next, she was on the verge of despair, and then, hope would flicker again.
Tears were still welling up in her eyes, not yet dry, and now, suddenly, a sliver of joy seemed to appear.
Chu Minghao also knew that Feng Yexuan's words must have a deeper meaning.
However, Prince Xuan appeared as cold and unfeeling as ever. Compared to the anxiety of the siblings, he seemed as if he were dangling them with a fishing line, playing with them.
Yet, they had to actively approach him, allowing themselves to be toyed with.
Feng Yexuan's expression was cool and indifferent at this moment. Words like "playing" seemed to hold no meaning for him.
He continued at his own pace, and unconsciously, everyone followed his rhythm, proceeding cautiously, as if treading on thin ice.
"This king will personally go to Nanming to see Prince Yu," he finally stated.
After saying this, he coughed a few times.
Liujin, who had been attending him, quickly said, "Your Highness has just woken up and is still recovering. To avoid delaying the departure, Your Highness should return to rest."
Departure?
Departure for what?
Had he already planned to go to Nanming?
No one knew what Feng Yexuan was thinking, but his condition did not seem good.
After a moment of stunned silence, Chu Minghao quickly stood up and cupped his hands, saying, "Then we shall not disturb Your Highness's rest."
However, there was one matter he had to remind Feng Yexuan of.
He smiled faintly and said, "This young lord must also enter the palace to bid farewell to your country's Emperor. I will depart tomorrow to return to Nanming. If Your Highness intends to go to Nanming, it is not impossible for us to travel together."
Feng Yexuan glanced at him, simply nodded, and said nothing.
He left.
Liujin helped him back to rest.
Leng Ji personally saw the Chu siblings off.
On the way back, Chu Feiyan held back for a long time before finally unable to contain herself, bursting into tears.
Chu Minghao, who was sitting with her and preoccupied with his own thoughts, became extremely agitated by her crying and fussing.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, but when facing Chu Feiyan, he was exceedingly gentle.
"What's wrong? Didn't Prince Xuan say he would personally meet our father? Don't you understand what his words imply?"
Although Feng Yexuan had not agreed to Chu Feiyan's proposal, he had said that he would not accept a proposal from a woman.
Then he said he would personally go to Nanming to see Prince Yu, which was not telling them that he expected them to propose?
Surely Chu Feiyan should be relieved now? Why was she crying?
Chu Feiyan continued to cry, not as if she were deeply sad, but rather with unrestrained abandon.
Chu Minghao comforted her several more times, but she paid no attention, preferring to cry by herself.
The carriage finally returned to Yuhua Palace. Chu Feiyan stopped crying and looked up, smiling at Chu Minghao.
"Brother!"
Although Chu Minghao was annoyed, a gentle smile remained on his face. "How is it? Have you thought it through?"
"I've thought it through long ago. I was just too excited and happy, that's why I couldn't help but cry."
Chu Feiyan's mood at this moment was indescribably good.
"Brother, don't worry, as long as I marry Brother Yexuan successfully, you will always be my good brother, Father's best son, and I will definitely help you."
Chu Minghao continued to smile faintly.
However, a shadow of darkness fell upon his heart.
Chu Feiyan's implication was that if he didn't help her marry Feng Yexuan, she would ensure he could not be Father's best son.
This woman was too simple-minded, too foolish, and too… annoying.
Chu Minghao smiled and said, "Of course, I will help you."