The Scheming of a Prosperous Age: A Royal Consort
Being able to protect one's loved ones with one's life may be the most beautiful thing in this world, but Jiu Yin asked herself if she could really do it.
She's just a timid and fearful person who only wants to live a good life, no matter how many difficulties she faces, she just wants to survive.
In his line of sight was still Feng Chen Ye's stunning yet icy face, and the cruel and ruthless smile on his lips.
He raised his hand, just about to say something.
Outside the door, however, came the sudden sound of a green-clad figure's urgent voice:
"Your Highness, a secret report has arrived from the Imperial City, the Seventh Prince is ill, Your Highness shouldn't..."
The words had barely left his lips when a figure flashed before his eyes, and Feng Chenye, clad in black, was already standing before him.
"How are things?" His voice was as calm as ever, but it wasn't hard to detect the anxiety and unease underlying it.
"News was sent out five days ago, and Seventh Prince's illness also occurred five days ago. I don't know the current situation," Qing Yi hastily replied.
The king has always been indifferent to other people's affairs, even if the sky is falling, he will still be a person who doesn't care, except for the Seventh King.
As soon as the Seventh Prince fell ill, he was more anxious than anyone else.
This was also the reason why he, knowing that Wang Ye was inside after receiving the message, still broke in without regard for anything.
If it were something else, how would he dare?
"My dear brothers, prepare yourselves, we will set off for Beijing immediately." Feng Chenye lightly swept his sleeve and turned to leave.
Qing Yi was a bit stunned and couldn't react in time. He said he would leave and then left immediately. Was this decision made too hastily?
It's already late at night now...
However, as it concerns the Seventh Prince, no one should be surprised if he makes any decision.
She raised her eyes and glanced inside, and through the layers of curtains, she could still faintly see that figure on the couch.
After a moment of contemplation, he hastily caught up with Feng Chenye and asked urgently: "What about the God of War and the female slave inside?"
Feng Chenye's footsteps didn't stop for a moment, nor did he turn his head back. His casual words were carried away by the clear wind: "Bring the horse carriage and take it back to the Wang Manor together."
"Yes, Your Highness!"
In the room, Jiuyin was still tied to the bed, listening to the uneven footsteps behind her. Although she had Feng Chenye's outer garment covering her body, underneath it was completely exposed. When someone broke in, there would still be a few parts of fear in her heart.
But she didn't say a word and didn't make any movement, just quietly waiting for the other person's action.
Two maidservants climbed onto the couch and untied the ropes from her hands and feet.
After being able to move freely, Jiuyin immediately grabbed the outer garment of Feng Chenye and quickly sat up, moving away from the two people.
Just last night, Feng Chenye was still feeding her aphrodisiacs, what does this mean now?
He glanced back at Zhan Qingcheng, still sitting quietly, his face flushed and drenched in sweat despite being controlled by the medicine, but his uniquely noble aura was still dazzling, making it hard for people to look away.
Even the two maidservants, after inadvertently catching a glimpse of his captivating demeanor, were deeply enchanted, staring at his extraordinary face and unable to tear their eyes away.
Until the city's deep and profound eyes opened, the bright but icy gaze swept over the two of them lightly, and it wasn't until then that they were startled, immediately withdrawing their brazen stares.
He just sat there, and it was easy for people to look up to him with reverence.
This is the God of War, the most revered Guardian General of the Western Chu Empire by all its people! Also the most perfect and spotless beauty in the hearts of all women in Western Chu!
