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When she saw that Lian Shiya was about to trip and fall, she subconsciously reached out to help her up. In the end, Lian Shiya flung her hand away and forcefully hit the fake mountain with it, cutting off the skin on her hand.

However, Feng Qianyue's heart ached for Lian Shiya, and said that she was someone who harboured malicious intentions. He didn't notice her blood flowing, so he carried Lian Shiya and hurriedly left, acting as Lian Shiya's protective umbrella, not putting her in his heart in the slightest.

She suddenly felt a deep sense of desolation — —

"Yes." The palace maid got up and wrapped her up.

Her hand trembled as she lowered her head to look at the silk. Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the silk. There was still a trace of warmth on it.

"Whose silk is it?" Lian Ruyue had a strange feeling in her heart. This silk was for her.

The palace maid turned to look at where Feng Yunzheng was standing, only to discover that there was no one there. The Ninth Prince was no longer there.

The palace maid gave a start as she remembered the Ninth Prince's identity. "Esteemed Empress, this is this servant's. This servant will treat you before calling the imperial physician for a look."

"It's nothing, it's a small injury, I won't trouble the imperial physician too much." Lian Ru Yue looked at the knotted bandage on the back of her hand and rubbed the silk cloth on her face.

The palace maid remembered Feng Yunzheng's repeated warnings and said, "The Empress's money is too precious to be taken lightly when blood is spilled. This servant will go call the imperial physician for you."

"It's up to you." Lian Ru Yue said as she felt her heart was tired.

"Yes."

"Return to Changchun Palace." She turned and left, and the ladies followed her, the white silk wrapping around her hand. She didn't seem to be in so much pain anymore.

Feng Yunzheng stood on the other side, at a place she couldn't see. He silently watched her without blinking, and even after she disappeared from his line of sight, he didn't leave for a long time.

Looking at the empty space, he felt a sense of loss.

"Ninth Prince, esteemed imperial concubine invited you." Just as he turned around and prepared to leave, Lian Shiya's palace maid, Xue Ru, walked over and said.

Xue Ru suddenly felt a burst of coldness in her eyes and felt as if her body was split into two halves. She quickly took a step back, bowed down, and thought —

What was going on? How could the Ninth Prince give her such a look? It was very scary.

When Feng Yunzheng arrived at the Eternal Music Palace, Lian Shiya saw a white-robed person gracefully walk over. His gaze was slightly startled for a moment as he inwardly sighed. The charm of the nine kings was truly rarely seen by mortals, and it truly moved one's heart.

She indicated for everyone around her to withdraw and stood up. She walked to Feng Yunzheng's side and revealed a coquettish smile. She said, "Ninth King, please sit."

"There is a difference in status between the Empress and this prince. If I don't sit, I don't know what advice the Empress can give me." Feng Yunzheng retreated two steps and maintained a safe distance with Lian Shiya. He politely spoke, but his attitude and tone were very distant and cold.

Lian Shiya's expression immediately changed, revealing a trace of awkwardness. "There's no need to be so unfamiliar with the Ninth King, I …"

"The Empress is the imperial concubine, so it's better for her to be a bit more distant." When Feng Yunzheng saw Lian Shiya take a step forward, he then silently took two steps back.

"…" Lian Shiya was a little embarrassed. Her beauty was known as number two in the capital and no one dared to claim that she was number one. Even Feng Qianyue was enchanted by her, yet this ninth king had never even put her in his eyes.

She slowly clenched her fists and squeezed out a cold smile. "The Ninth King is a stranger to me, but he's different from the empress."

After Feng Yunzheng heard this, the hand placed by his side tightened and he raised his head.

Lian Shiya smiled and said, "I've been thinking why the Ninth King never took a marriage because of my direct sister."

"Imperial Concubine, you've already gotten enough. It's better that you don't have any more ideas." Feng Yunzheng said with a hint of coldness in his tone.

Lian Shiya froze, revealing a trace of uneasiness on her face.

"If there's nothing else the Empress needs, this king will take his leave." As he spoke, Feng Yunzheng turned around and was about to leave.

"Halt!" Feng Yunzheng's appearance made her look like a ferocious beast, which made her extremely unhappy, "Ninth King, what's so good about my direct sister? Look at her face, it's so big, yet it's so ugly that it's disgusting. You don't like anyone, so why do you like her!"

Feng Yunzheng lightly looked at Lian Shiya and said, "That scar was left behind to save the emperor's life. Everyone knew, so the Empress probably didn't know either."

"You …" Lian Shiya bit her lower lip and suddenly softened her attitude, "Ninth King, can't you be more friendly with me? Just like when you look at Lian Liuyue... "

"Your Highness, take care!" After Feng Yunzheng finished speaking, he left the Eternal Music Palace in large strides.

As the wind blew, he recovered from his reminiscence. Lian Shiya had already plucked a few of the flowers, and with a very satisfied expression, she turned around.

In his previous life, he had also been standing here and looking at her, but he had never received any response from her because he could only stand at a place that she couldn't see. And in this life, the person she turned around to see was him.

Lian Ruyue's smile disappeared and was replaced with an ice-cold expression.

Feng Yunzheng was startled and followed her line of sight — —

"Ninth Royal Brother and Eldest Miss Lian are here admiring the flowers. How interesting." Feng Qianyue had his hands behind his back, his gaze extremely desolate. He held a thick roll of paper in his hand, and his eyes were slightly red.

As he spoke, his eyes locked onto Lian Yue's body. She always wore simple and elegant clothes, but today she was dressed in such bright colors. What did she mean by this?

"Duke Yue entered the palace. Did he go to see Royal Father?" Feng Yunzheng indifferently said.

A duke? When Feng Qianyue heard the way Feng Yunzheng addressed him, he was startled. He retracted his gaze from Lian Ruyue's body, clenched his fists tightly within his sleeves, and slowly bent down. Gritting his teeth, he said:

"Greetings Ninth Prince." Although Feng Qianyue was older brother, he was only a duke now, and his status was lower than Feng Yunzheng's. When he saw Feng Yunzheng, he had to kneel down and kowtow.

Feng Yunzheng's expression was light as he said, "Duke Yue, you are excused."

"Thank you, Prince." Feng Qianyue stood up slowly. The fire and smoke in his eyes slowly gathered together, and then he revealed a humble smile. "I beg for your forgiveness, Prince Heng. This prince had been careless and forgot to be courteous."

"No worries, Duke Yue, there's no need to be so courteous."

Feng Qianyue was of humble birth, and had suffered all sorts of humiliation. So what if he knelt to Feng Yunzheng today?

He turned his head to look at Lian Yue under the Taiping Flower. She had a cold and detached expression. Her originally bright smile disappeared the moment she saw him, and undisguised ridicule could be seen in her eyes!

Was she ridiculing him for being caught in his own trap? Was she ridiculing him for losing his title?