Feng Lan suddenly took out a bright yellow imperial edict, his voice shattering like jade, the words striking the ground with force.
"Let all officials listen, the Emperor’s last edict is here. It states that Empress Qing Shuang, misled by the traitorous Chen Tuo, conducted depravity in the harem, hard the loyal and good, such heinous cri rits death."
As soon as Feng Lan finished speaking, Cong Lv among many elite rushed into the great hall, followed by nearly a hundred Nirvana Cannons.
Even a master of Divine Power Realm would be blasted into smithereens by the hundreds of Nirvana Cannons.
"Emperor’s edict?" Empress Qingshuang seed struck by lightning.
In a daze, she saw an old minister stepping forward, taking the piece of edict from Feng Lan’s hand to verify and confirm it as the Emperor’s last edict.
"Qingshuang, you were dissatisfied with the marriage between and Qing Feng, planning to poison Feng’er with toxic wine on our wedding night. This plot was secretly uncovered by , thus ca to nothing. To spare Feng’er pain, I only told His Majesty, hoping you would repent. But I never expected you to harbor such resentnt, clandestinely instructing Chen Hongru to poison His Majesty’s nourishing pill with a slow-acting poison. Do you admit to these cris or not?" Feng Lan shouted sternly.
He discarded his earlier dispirited deanor, radiating sharpness that sent chills down one’s spine, the majesty of the forr War God evident to all.
These old events, not even Princess Qing Feng was aware of them before, kept completely in the dark.
It was only several days ago when Feng Lan was coerced into marriage, he drunkenly obscured the truth from the Empress while ordering his n to find an old eunuch who once served the Emperor, and obtained the edict from him.
Seeing the edict and eting that eunuch, Qing Feng truly believed that Qingshuang had committed many atrocities.
Previously, although Qing Feng extrely hated Empress Qingshuang for disregarding sisterly affection, she still harbored a trace of kinship towards Qingshuang in her heart.
Until today, when she witnessed Die i using the Dead Butterfly, conjuring the past scene where Feng Lan and thousands of soldiers were ambushed, she decided to sever the sisterly bond.
Empress Qingshuang is utterly unworthy of being the Emperor of Beiqing.
"Father... Father ultimately chose Qing Feng. Father, Qing Feng, what is so good about you? Everyone, Father, Mother, and even Feng Lan, you were all that mattered to them." The Empress laughed bitterly.
Her tears held regret and boundless frustration.
"I admit, I disregarded sisterly affection for Feng Lan’s sake, but did you know, when I heard of your death, I couldn’t sleep for several nights. I knew I should kill Feng Xun, to cut the weed at its roots, but when I found him, he mistook for you while unconscious, holding my hand tightly."
The Empress laughed tragically.
"I rembered when we were young, I was two, you were one, you just learned to walk, clinging tightly to my hand. I softened, I swore I would give him the best. Ignoring others’ persuasion, I painstakingly saved his life. You call cruel, Qing Feng, but aren’t you even crueler? You took everything from . In the end, you wouldn’t even leave the throne to ."
The Empress voiced her accusations, releasing years of pent-up resentnt in her heart, crying and laughing like a madwoman, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
This ti, no one dared to approach.
The Empress admitted everything.
Even daring to conspire against the Emperor, the Empress’ cris were now confird.
In front of so many guests, the Beiqing Empress was utterly ruined.
The Empress gasped like a dying fish.
Before her, a hand appeared.
The hand, with long slender fingers, distinct knuckles.
"Aunt, if you bla anyone, bla yourself for being too greedy, for wanting everything that was never yours to begin with."
That was Feng Xun’s hand.
This call for "Auntie" had been missing for many years. The weeping Empress quieted down imdiately upon hearing it.
She was like a bewildered child, being assisted to stand up by Feng Xun.
Feng Xun ordered his n to escort the Empress back to her sleeping quarters. From then on, the Beiqing Empress disappeared from everyone’s sight, left to confront her endless regrets.
The mont the Empress was led away, Princess Qingfeng lowered her eyes.
Why had they co to this pass today?
"Karma goes full circle, Feng’er, she reaped what she sowed," Feng Lan approached Princess Qingfeng, enfolding her tightly in his arms.
This abrupt wedding, nonetheless, proceeded. It was Prince Feng and Princess Qingfeng who perford the rituals, finally reunited after many years. At Feng Xun’s suggestion, amidst the blessings of all the civil and military officials, they held their wedding ceremony once more.
The wedding was naturally hosted at Feng Residence.
Ye Lingyue only realized upon arriving at the Feng Residence that Feng Xun had already instructed Housekeeper Mu to prepare the wedding banquet to celebrate their parents’ reunion.
The wedding was lively and lasted well into the night.
Unable to wait, Feng Lan whisked his bride off for a second visit to the bridal chamber, leaving a ss for Feng Xun to clean up.
As the hostess was absent, no one knew when it started, but Ye Lingyue was pulled over by Feng Xun to join the toasting at each table. By the ti the guests had left, Ye Lingyue, busy throughout, had not gotten the chance to use Cauldron Breath to sober up. Feeling tipsy and unsteady, she was about to find a corner to "sober up" when Feng Xun caught her red-handed.
Feng Xun, too, had drunk quite a bit tonight. Unlike the foul odor of drunkenness typical of n, he slled pleasantly like pine and morning dew, making Ye Lingyue feel even more dizzy.
Feng Xun grasped her hand and mysteriously led her to the kitchen.
In the pitch-black kitchen, he magically produced a bowl of hangover soup, labeled as "Feng Xun Brand."
No wonder he disappeared for a while when sending off the guests; it turns out he was making hangover soup.
Ye Lingyue sniffed the soup, and being more sensitive than a dog, she wasn’t pleased by the sll.
"I won’t drink it. It’s late at night, and with the effect of the alcohol, I can sleep even better."
"Little drunkard, with that alcohol reek, how will you manage later?" Feng Xun chuckled, half coaxing, half persuading.
"It’s the middle of the night, what is there to manage?" Ye Lingyue questioned suspiciously, glancing at Feng Xun, only to see him gazing intently at her.
"Naturally, we’ll finish what we didn’t during the day."
Under the charming night, nothing compared to the enticing intensity of Feng Xun’s gaze. Ye Lingyue’s heart raced and cheeks flushed, recalling the intense kiss in Feng Xun’s carriage during the day.
Could it be... Ye Lingyue’s heart tightened, and she instinctively shrank her neck, stuttering.
"Feng Xun, my mother said, that kind of thing, can only be done after we’re married."
Ye Lingyue unusually blushed, her tongue stumbling over her words.
Looking at Feng Xun, his handso face suddenly twisted awkwardly. After a mont, the corners of his mouth twitched, and then his shoulders suspiciously began to shake.
"My Little Yueyue, did your brain also drink? What do you think I was suggesting we do?"
Upon saying this, Feng Xun could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.
He admitted, every ti he saw Ye Lingyue, he felt an urge to devour her, but he would never cross that line before they were married.
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