During that ti, the mories of Qing Feng had already beco blurry.
"He is Feng Xun, he is your and Qing Feng’s son, you don’t rember Qing Feng? She is my younger sister." Qingshuang tried to suppress her excitent as she carefully explained.
"Qing Feng?"
Flashes of a face passed through Feng Lan’s mind.
Qing Feng, the mischievous one who loved to be lazy and clingy to him.
Feng Lan furrowed his brows, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes.
The mories of Qing Feng were not pleasant at all. Feng Lan even rembered that not long ago, he had thought that he failed to protect Second Princess Qing Feng, letting her fall into the water and beco ill, and he was severely chastised by his father.
How could he have married Qing Feng, and even have a son, and to think the son has grown so big?
The disdain in Feng Lan’s eyes caught the Empress’s attention, and she felt a wild joy surge within her.
That expression on Feng Lan was all too familiar to her. When he first t Qing Feng as a child, he had shown the sa expression.
That was also why, when Feng Lan initially said he liked Qing Feng from the start, Qingshuang couldn’t believe it.
It seed like even the heavens were assisting him.
Qing Feng was dead, Feng Lan was alive, and Feng Lan had forgotten everything he had done in the past.
"What exactly happened? Why did I marry Qing Feng? Was it her, clinging to Your Majesty and forcing to marry her?" Feng Lan’s eyebrows twisted into a frown.
Looking at Feng Xun again, he didn’t like Qing Feng, and by extension, he didn’t like the sudden appearance of a son that was born to Qing Feng.
"You were seriously injured, and Qing Feng... she died." The Empress drew a deep breath, hiding the joy in her eyes.
Dead?
Feng Lan felt a stifling discomfort in his heart.
The woman who followed him around like a shadow, Qing Feng, was dead?
And after forcing him to marry her, she just died.
Feng Lan felt his mind was in disarray, and he was overwheld by irritation.
"Qingshuang, you owe an explanation. Why is he here?" Wu Zhong stared coldly at the Empress.
"How dare you directly address His Majesty by na. And why are you here?" Feng Lan said displeased.
Despite not knowing why he was severely injured or why he had been in a coma for over ten years, Qingshuang ntioned that Feng Xun was his son.
His son, thus Qingshuang’s nephew, logically and rightfully, Feng Xun should not speak to the Empress like this; it was a grave sin of deceiving the Emperor.
"Why am I here? You should ask your beloved Empress about that. She brought here." Wu Zhong retorted with heavy sarcasm.
His eyes full of mockery.
"Feng Xun, you must not be disrespectful. I summoned you only to discuss your marriage. Ye Lingyue is incompatible with you in terms of birth characters, and moreover, she is a Lady Marquis of Daxia, she can’t beco the mistress of Feng Residence." The Empress hurriedly said, fearing Feng Lan wouldn’t believe her, she even handed over the docunt with Feng Xun’s and Ye Lingyue’s birth characters to Feng Lan.
She absolutely couldn’t let Feng Lan know about her sinister intentions towards Feng Xun.
However, judging by Feng Lan’s deanor, he seed very loyal to himself and showed no fatherly affection towards Feng Xun. This was the perfect opportunity to sow discord between them.
Feng Lan narrowed his eyes, which resembled Feng Xun’s by about eighty to ninety percent, anger simring within them.
"You are actually going to marry a woman from another country as your consort, and her birthdate is extrely unfavorable for you. During this period when I was unconscious, since you have beco the Family Head of the Feng Residence, you must take on the responsibilities of a Family Head. This woman will harm you; you cannot marry her."
"Feng Xun, did you hear that? I advised you earlier, but you didn’t listen. You should at least listen to what Feng Lan said; he is your father, and the parent’s command is greater than heaven. You should give up now." The Empress spoke in a tone of a senior admonishing earnestly, the expression making Wu Zhong feel disgusted.
"Father? What kind of father is he? When I was born, he was out fighting wars. When my mother was pregnant for the second ti, he was out at war again, causing my mother’s death along with the unborn child. Where was he then? He slept for over a decade, and upon waking up, he completely forgot about and my mother. What kind of father is that man?" Wu Zhong sneered coldly.
He is Wu Zhong, and he harbors no extra affection towards Feng Lan.
As for Feng Xun, when he heard that Feng Lan actually forgot him and his mother, he was already enraged.
These words were spoken by Wu Zhong, but they could just as well be the inner thoughts of Feng Xun.
Feng Lan was struck to the core upon hearing this; his heart ached vaguely, but he did not know whether it was because of Feng Xun’s cold words or hearing about Qing Feng’s demise.
Qing Feng died while pregnant; he didn’t like Qing Feng, so why had she been pregnant repeatedly?
Had he forgotten sothing?
"Feng Xun, you are truly obstinate. Feng Lan, he is your son and the current Family Head of the Feng Residence. It is inconvenient for Your Majesty to discipline him; let everything be decided by you." Seeing Feng Lan suddenly beco silent, the Empress grew anxious.
She didn’t know whether Feng Lan’s forgetfulness was temporary or permanent.
But if Feng Xun continued to speak, Feng Lan might begin to suspect.
Those who knew about Feng Lan and Qing Feng’s past are either dead or gone; now, only the Empress, Chen Tuo, and a few others like Feng Xun remained.
Feng Xun refused to submit to her, so she could only capture him and imprison him.
Back then, Feng Lan stayed in the Underground Li Palace.
After this, Feng Xun would remain in the Underground Li Palace!
A vicious glint flashed montarily in the eyes of the Empress.
"Unfilial son, you dare insult your father! How I handle things is not for you to comnt excessively. I have neglected my duties as a father over the years; today, let , as a father, properly discipline you." The irritation in Feng Lan’s heart turned into a palm strike.
He had been unconscious for ten years, but his martial skills had not diminished in the slightest.
A palm was swung out, and a burst of Primordial Power emanated from his palm.
That palm strike, like a Heaven and Earth Net, aid right at Wu Zhong’s shoulder.
Wu Zhong’s lips curled with a dismissive smile, about to counterattack when he suddenly rembered that Ye Lingyue was right behind him.
A cold sweat quickly climbed up Wu Zhong’s back.
Oh no, he had just rembered to protect Ye Lingyue who had taken the Invisibility Elixir, but forgot that Feng Xun was unskilled in martial arts.
If he recklessly used martial arts in front of Ye Lingyue, especially the Ghost Emperor’s Ultimate Skill, as astute as Ye Lingyue was, she would see through it.
He wanted to confess to Ye Lingyue the special relationship between him and Feng Xun.
But definitely not under these circumstances.
With his understanding of Ye Lingyue, this young woman, what she hated the most was deception. If she knew that the man she was going to marry had concealed such a big secret, she would probably...
Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant; Wu Zhong hesitated, not daring to move his Primordial Power rashly.
He rely swayed slightly and stepped back a few steps. These steps, seemingly due to panic and avoidance, incredibly dodged Feng Lan’s palm strike.
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