HLnovel Chapter 131 Going to the Royal Academy
Chapter 131 Going to the Royal Academy
Feng Jiutian smiled and said, "The truth? Feng Xiangyu, all these years, have you ever doubted the truth of what happened back then?"
Just as Feng Xiangyu was about to say something, he heard Feng Jiutian's cold and ruthless words.
"Feng Xiangyu, you are not good enough for her."
Feng Xiangyu wanted to refute, but he was speechless and couldn't say a word.
So many years have passed, more than a decade, and he has never had any doubts.
Back then, I was so angry that I chose to believe the truth based solely on the words of a few maids. The more I loved her back then, the more I hated her after that incident.
Even after all these years, he still can't forget it.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be at a loss as to how to face Feng Jiutian, her only daughter.
Feng Xiangyu sighed, his face completely calm, but deep in his eyes was a profound sense of despair and sorrow.
"You were too young to deal with what happened back then."
Feng Xiangyu said in a deep voice, and left with faltering steps.
That person was a lifelong pain in her heart, and someone he could never forget.
So many years have passed, and every day and night, that figure seems to appear in my dreams.
Sometimes, he couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality.
He was the prime minister, carrying the responsibility for his family and the nation on his shoulders, but in this life, he dared not face her.
Feng Jiutian silently watched Feng Xiangyu's distraught appearance.
"Wouldn't that be a bit cruel?" Xuanji Zi asked silently in her heart.
Feng Jiutian lowered his eyes: "All of this has its cause and effect. Since he chose to do that, he has to bear the consequences."
She felt no sympathy for Feng Xiangyu, nor did she regret her actions today; she was merely slightly taken aback by Feng Xiangyu's feelings.
Feng Xiangyu loved her mother more than she had imagined.
The deeper the love, the more intense the hate.
"After today, even if he hates him, he probably won't be able to resist investigating what happened back then."
Xuanji Zi sighed softly, for this affection, for this last hope.
Feng Jiutian remained silent.
The seeds of doubt have been sown; how they will take root and sprout ultimately depends on Feng Xiangyu himself.
……
A pigeon landed by the window sometime during the night.
Feng Jiutian walked over with a deep look in his eyes, secretly annoyed.
She didn't even know when the pigeon had arrived; it seems she was truly affected.
This is absolutely unacceptable; otherwise, it will only lead to bad things.
The new item was removed from the pigeon's leg; it contained only a few simple words.
"We expect to depart at noon tomorrow. We will be waiting for you at the palace gate."
Feng Jiutian stared blankly at the letter in his hand.
The writer's hand is strong and powerful, the brushstrokes are sharp and shrewd, and there is a hint of arrogance in the writing.
It is said that one can see a person's character by looking at their handwriting, but this handwriting is far too unlike the person.
"It must have been written by a guard. After all, the Seventh Prince was weak and frail after the disaster, even though he studied for many years. He couldn't write such characters."
Xuanji Zi appeared silently and tried to smooth things over.
He couldn't help but admire Mo Shaoxie's calligraphy, which was truly as proud and unrestrained as the man himself.
But now is not the time for Feng Jiutian to know.
At least that person doesn't want her to know, so she can't know.
I just don't know what he was thinking. He clearly wanted to keep it a secret, but he still sent over a letter like this.
Feng Jiutian was incredibly intelligent, so he immediately knew something was wrong.
Xuanji Zi frowned slightly and muttered in dissatisfaction.
Feng Jiutian reluctantly accepted Xuanji Zi's words and stopped doubting anything.
Naturally, any doubts cannot be verified at present.
However, it seems I'll have to present a grand gift to the Prime Minister's residence tonight, since I'm about to leave.
Feng Jiutian smiled wickedly, his eyes full of calculation.
As night fell, the Prime Minister's residence fell into a state of tranquility.
After changing into his night clothes, Feng Jiutian appeared in Qian Wanyi's room in a few flips.
Qian Wanyi's wounds haven't healed yet. Because she was exhausted during the day, and because the doctors reluctantly prescribed sedatives just to meet the quota, she's now in a deep sleep.
The wounds on her face didn't look so frightening in the moonlight; instead, they added a touch of vulnerability.
But upon closer inspection, those wounds were open and festering; if they weren't painless, but merely rotting, Qian Wanyi probably wouldn't be sleeping so peacefully right now.
With a slight smile, Feng Jiutian took out the antidote and dripped a few drops onto Qian Wanyi's face. The bluish-black liquid immediately disappeared.
As Feng Jiutian watched the wounds on Qian Wanyi's face slowly heal, a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.
He strode out arrogantly, while behind him, Qian Wanyi slept soundly, the terrible wound on her face healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Feng Jiutian then used the same method to drip the antidote onto Feng Lingfu's face.
Although it's called an antidote, even if you recover, scars will still remain on your face.
Feng Jiutian has always been someone who holds grudges. These two never let her have an easy time, and even now that she's gone, she won't let them have an easy time either.
This antidote has side effects.
She wouldn't have given them the antidote if she wasn't afraid that Feng Xiangyu might do something uncontrollable.
However, even if they are cured of the poison in the future, they will probably suffer even more.
After all, she provided many antidotes, and this was a case of fighting poison with poison.
They're probably going to be upset for a few days.
I wonder if they'll faint when they wake up tomorrow morning and see themselves looking like that.
The wind passed silently, and the Prime Minister's residence remained quiet. No one knew about Feng Jiutian's little scheme, nor did anyone know what would happen tomorrow.
As the night fell, Feng Jiutian quietly returned to her room to rest.
Starting tomorrow, she should get busy with her important matters.
After changing back into her night clothes and closing her eyes, Feng Jiu finally fell into a deep sleep.
Early in the morning, Feng Jiutian waited at the palace gate.
As agreed, today should be the day to depart.
I have no idea what the Royal Academy is like.
Feng Jiutian's eyes deepened.
After all, that academy was once incredibly popular, and based on what she knew so far, it seemed to be a really powerful academy.
"Young lady, it seems you arrived quite early."
The Seventh Prince was slowly pushed in his wheelchair. He cupped his hands in greeting to Feng Jiutian and said somewhat shyly.
His face showed obvious fatigue, but his eyes looked at Feng Jiutian gently.
"Yes, I received your message."
Feng Jiutian nodded slightly, looking at the group of people behind him. Each of them was quite powerful; they must be escorting them to the Royal Academy.
I never expected the Emperor to make such a grand gesture.
These must be shadow guards. After all, their strength is unlike that of ordinary guards.
Is the Emperor about to announce this to the entire world?
Seeing that Feng Jiutian had noticed the people behind him, the Seventh Prince quickly explained that these people were the ones the Emperor had ordered to escort them to the Royal Academy.
Feng Jiutian nodded and stared at him with some confusion.
Did he really write the words on yesterday's note?