C78 Emperor's visit

Fu Yuheng looked at this weak but not weak woman before him and nodded without saying anything else.

The Shufei smiled faintly as she asked, understanding the situation.

"Is the Emperor doing this for the Consort Xian?"

Fu Yuheng was stunned. He did not expect that his thoughts would be easily seen through by her. Fu Yuheng was not angry that his thoughts had been seen through. He only teased her with a smile.

"Are you not a worm in my stomach?"

Shufei smiled, then shook his head, casually playing with his zither.

"Chenqie doesn't dare."

Shufei's zither skills were extremely proficient. His fingers lightly echoed on the zither strings, and the gentle sound of the zither resonated through his fingers and resounded through the entire room. The sound lingered on and did not subside for a long time.

As for Fu Yuheng, it was unknown what he was thinking. As he was lost in thought, the music suddenly stopped. Fu Yuheng's thoughts were also interrupted. He turned his head to look at Wu Ling with a puzzled expression.

"Why?"

Shufei walked to Fu Yuheng gracefully and bowed.

"I'm afraid that the Emperor's thoughts are all on the Consort Xian and he's not in the mood to listen to the zither at all. His deep thoughts have drifted far away already, and he's still forcing himself to listen to the zither. Since the Emperor doesn't have the intention to listen to the zither anymore, then why bother playing the zither with chenqie!"

Wu Ling paid close attention to Fu Yuheng's gaze. Seeing that he was hesitating, she continued to persuade him.

"Since Your Majesty is worried, why did you have to make it difficult for yourself to sit here and listen to your concubine? It would be better for you to go to the prison and take a look at the Consort Xian. That way, your majesty will be able to calm down and live a happy life!"

Wu Ling raised her head and saw Fu Yuheng sitting upright on a chair. He pursed his lips slightly and remained silent. It was unknown whether he was happy or angry. Wu Ling lowered her head and didn't speak. After all, no one could easily guess the Emperor's intentions and interfere with his plans.

Fu Yuheng struggled internally for a long time after hearing Wu Ling's words. Finally, he made up his mind. He stood up slowly and walked step by step towards the dungeon.

On the way back to the prison, Fu Yuheng looked at the Imperial Palace shrouded in darkness. To him, this palace was like a huge prison, suppressing him and causing him to be unable to breathe.

The garden was quiet at night, except for a few birds chirping on the branches, disturbing the silence. The wind blew across the lake, stirring up the leaves, bending the branches, and dispersing the clouds.

However, Fu Yuheng was not in the mood to admire the night sky. His heart was filled with matters regarding Shen Qingwan. He wondered if it would be appropriate for him to rush over like this. Would Shen Qingwan be alright in the prison?

After all, he hadn't crippled her position as an imperial concubine, so the people below wouldn't make things too difficult for her. [I wonder what that woman will say when she sees me. She should be staring at me with her pair of eyes that are as deep as the abyss!] She had never known how to submit to others. Her stubbornness was both exasperating and heartbreaking.

Unknowingly, Fu Yuheng had actually arrived at the entrance of the dungeon. When he recalled how he had turned around and left after walking here last time, he felt that it was somewhat funny.

The head of the prison was lying down leisurely on his chair, humming a song when he raised his head. When he saw Fu Yuheng, whose foot had already stepped into the doorway, he hastily tumbled down and scrambled to his knees before Fu Yuheng.

"Your servant greets the emperor. Long live the emperor, long live the emperor."

When Fu Yuheng saw the terrified prison guard pursing his lips without saying a word, a trace of anger emerged from his heart. He didn't expect that his official, his prison guard, was actually this type of weakling.

"Has anyone come to see the Consort Xian recently?"

Fu Yuheng's face was cold. His disdainful expression was overflowing. As he recalled what Fu Huaiyu had said that day, the atmosphere became even more stifling.

"This, Ninth Prince had come before."

The head of the prison knelt on the ground, wishing that he could lower his head and reduce his presence.

"Heh, he's so elegant!"

Fu Yuheng sneered upon hearing this. This Ninth Brother of his was dishonest. He wanted to touch anyone's woman, but he didn't know if he had the ability to.

The head of the prison was already scared out of his wits. In these few days, the empress, Ninth Prince and the Emperor came here one after another. After dealing with the Ninth Prince yesterday, the emperor came again today … He really had no way to defend himself!

"What did he say?"

Fu Yuheng suppressed his anger with every word. With just a question, he was forced to drop down to the ground. Now, he was on the verge of prostrating himself on the ground.

"This, this Ninth Prince said to make this servant be more careful, said that Consort Xian is someone who served the Emperor."

The head of the prison repeated the words to Fu Yuheng, afraid that he would move his head if he said something wrong.

"He cares about you."

Fu Yuheng mumbled to himself with a mocking expression. His eyes were filled with ice-cold anger.

"We wish to see the Consort Xian."

Fu Yuheng did not know that the prison warden had gone through a thousand twists and turns in his heart. He was also unwilling to speak another word to such a person.

"This... Concubine Xian, she... "She …"

When the head of the prison heard these words, he had already lost most of his strength. He knelt down limply on the ground, trembling like a sieve, his face devoid of blood.

Fu Yuheng had always been dissatisfied with him, but now that he saw that his eyes were wavering and his expression indecisive, his words stuttering and stuttering, he became even more angry. He kicked off the prison cell and walked towards it alone.

He looked at the dim candlelight, smelling the pungent and nauseating smell. He didn't know where the wind had come from, but it caused the candle flame to flutter, and Fu Yuheng saw his own swaying shadow, and wondered if Shen Qingwan was still well in this environment. After all, she was also grew up in the hands of that old fox General Shen, so she must have suffered a lot.

The wind howled outside. It seemed as if they could not reach the end of the long corridor. Fu Yuheng quickened his pace and kept looking left and right.

After Shen Qing Wan had eaten the Ninth Prince's medicine, her fever had started to improve a little. She could still hold on for a little longer, but she still lacked the strength to move her entire body.

She bent down to make herself feel better, but the continuous coughing made Shen Qingwan feel as if she wanted to vomit out all of her blood.

"Cough, cough, cough …"

Heh, it really was all thanks to his medicine, otherwise …

Her hair was unkempt and unkempt, hanging down behind her back, and a few bundles of it clung to her thin face. Her lips were dry and pale from continuous torture, and there was dried blood on her cheeks. Her clothes were full of holes, and the surroundings were stained with blood. Her wounds were pus and festering through the wounds, shocking anyone who saw them.