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It was snowing heavily without any warning, and along with the cold wind, it made people shiver. The people of Yan Du started to get busy. This snow had arrived earlier than usual, they should start preparing the winter goods. In just a short few hours, the entire Yan Du was covered in silver, and the busy people had already forgotten about the news of Prince Rong's sudden death a few days ago.

Prince Rong's sudden death caused a great deal of shock. Politics, parties, kings … A series of actions had completely broken the silence. There was a total of ten princes and five princesses, and currently, there was only the Fourth Prince, the Prince Rong, the Seventh Prince, and the last The Eighteenth Prince. The other princes either died or were crippled, leaving the old Wind Nation Kingdom's leader with only four sons and three princesses!

The Prince Rong was just around the corner, waiting for his father to complete the ceremony, who knew that Cheng Ya would suddenly appear. One of the sons of the Wind Nation's Emperor was crippled, and the other was young. A healthy body makes you smart when you're small … Afterwards, he silently acknowledged Feng Qing Cheng's identity. He had always coldly watched from the sidelines towards Feng Qing Cheng, so it couldn't be said to be too good or not bad.

Gradually, his attitude towards the Prince Rong was also not as fond as before, how could those elite officials not see through it? He was only lobbying the Wind Nation's Head to recall Feng Qing Cheng, he should be able to be his son after so many years.

How could he not agree to it? He pretended to scold Feng Qing Cheng a few times and said that it wasn't good for him to be a father. After sighing and feeling that his heart was a little blocked, he was flattered by the officials and thus agreed to Feng Qing Cheng's plan to return to Wind Nation.

At first, Feng Qing Cheng thought that without his parents' education, they wouldn't even have much knowledge to wander around. They probably didn't know anything about politics. Who would have thought that this seemingly mild Fourth Prince was not as handsome and elegant as he seemed?

Although his face was more beautiful than a woman's, he was never a smiling person. The Eighteenth Prince, who was usually favoured, would do whatever he had to do to get rid of him, unlike the others who tried to curry favor with him. The Eighteenth Prince suffered a few hidden losses at his hands and was beaten up by him so he knew that this person was not like the others who would curry favor with him.

Every time he saw Feng Qing Cheng, he would act as if he was a mouse seeing a cat.

This person's ability and incompetence could be seen. Feng Qing Cheng was out of everyone's expectations, adding the fact that Feng Qing Cheng had planted many hidden spies in the imperial court all these years ago, it would not be surprising for him to have formed a faction in the imperial court at the right time.

Now — — Prince Rong, who was on par with Feng Qing Cheng, had died. This killer was even his soft consort's sister.

After losing the Prince Rong's main force, the officials who had been following them for many years became flustered and anxious. Xi Jiu Er rested for a few days, then she no longer needed to rest in bed, so she held Ge La's hand and walked around the courtyard.

The moment he pushed open the door, the piercing cold wind blew over, Ge La adjusted her clothes, covering her tightly. However, Xi Jiu Er no longer had any interest in going out, seeing that she had extended her hand, he could only support her move her body: "Ge La, I'm actually not afraid of the cold, really."

If one truly interacted with Xi Jiu Er, then they would realize that she was actually very easy to talk to, with almost no airs of being a master, and treated the person beside her as family. Ge La grinned and said: "Little Young Master, you are currently injured. Fourth Prince has told me to take good care of you, I can't be careless.

"You're my servant, and you're his servant." How could Xi Jiu Er not hear the ambiguity in Ge La's words? Although he was dressed like a man, his pair of sparkling, microwave eyes were extremely beautiful, revealing a rare flirtatiousness.

The Fourth Prince's Estate did not have any particularly interesting places, and from Feng Qing Cheng's words, he might not even want to stay there. The two of them walked for a distance before they saw a white figure walking over from within a white snowy scene. White robes, white boots … Even the crest was white! It was impossible to tell if he was a snowman or a living human with flesh and blood. Only his pair of shiny black eyes were burning with passion.

Xi Jiu Er's heart trembled, she pursed her lips but did not say anything.

Ge La smacked her forehead and said: "Servant forgot to take the thing. I'll go back to take it now. Fourth Prince, my family's little Young Master is injured. Help me take care of it. With that, he ran off with a smile.

"This girl." Xi Jiu Er laughed.

There were not many servants in the house, so some places were not cleaned. Xi Jiu Er did not know where she should go. Feng Qing Cheng smiled at the side, her eyes shining, her white jade face turning even whiter.

"A few years ago, I placed spies in the Feng family. The servant girl from Madame Feng is one of my people." Feng Qing Cheng walked slowly with her hands behind his back. Seeing that Xi Jiu Er did not have the slightest bit of surprise, she thought to herself that she had indeed guessed it. She continued, "Originally, I only wanted to bury the culprit, but who would have thought that Madame Feng would actually have a heart of death, and would not rest until Prince Rong is dead."

Xi Jiu Er did not care about all these, she only cared about what kind of situation he was in right now! When Prince Rong died, all the lances would be pointed at him — Seeing that his eyes were cold and without the slightest bit of worry, she smiled in relief.

At the moment, the Wind Nation only had three princes, and hearing that the Seventh Prince was suffering from some kind of illness, the The Eighteenth Prince looked to be young, so wasn't he the only choice? Could it be that after killing him, the Wind Nation would be handed over to the Seventh Prince or the The Eighteenth Prince? The Seventh Prince was mentally ill, even if the The Eighteenth Prince King raised him with his life on the line, he might not even be able to teach him how to become a sovereign.

"Today, Lady Fragrance will send someone over to inquire about your condition … This Xi Wan Feng is very considerate to you … Your plan is just around the corner. "

"Xi Wan Feng also has someone with you?" Xi Jiu Er raised her eyebrows. She heard that Xi Wan Feng had sent people out a while ago and bought a new batch. She was sensitive and suspicious, but listening to Feng Qing Cheng's tone, these eyes were not arranged for one or two days.

"Since I plan to come back, then of course I have to cast a net." Feng Qing Cheng lifted the branch above Xi Jiu Er's head. Her hands were quick enough that when she touched it, the snow on top of the branch did not fall. Xi Jiu Er did not notice this tiny movement!

"Where's the soft consort? How does the Emperor plan to deal with this matter? " These few days, I have never heard of any news about soft consort. I only heard that she used a hairpin to kill Madame Feng that day, her methods were extremely cruel. After entering the palace, there was no sound of her joy and grief … The only thing that made sense was that she was about to explode in silence. The soft consort had been living in the palace for many years, her thoughts were extremely meticulous, Feng Ru Jun had made a mistake on this matter, she was not willing to be able to guess who did it.

It was unavoidable that he would be involved in this, so counting the time when Feng Ru Jun had lost his identity, it could be said that Feng Ru Jun's death this time was not something he could simply do. soft consort didn't have any clear evidence on how she wanted to deal with him, and his identity wasn't something that she could simply take care of. It was too bright to be too dark.

"Rest assured, soft consort won't be skipping for long …" Feng Qing Cheng waved his hand, bringing a gentle breeze with him. Xi Jiu Er moved the top of her head, causing Feng Qingcheng to remove the dried up leaves. Unknowingly, they had already arrived at a stretch of ruins.