Chapter 227 The More I Look at It, the More Satisfied I Am.
Early the next morning, King Xuan and his wife indeed came to visit Qinghuang with supplements.
Only they knew in their hearts that this was to apologize, and secondly to thank Chu Qinghuang for the evidence that Chu Qinghuang gave him. Although those evidences were no longer the cause of the Feng family's downfall, they at least allowed his father to see him. achievements.
Under the premise that the other two princes have lost power one after another, as long as he, the Queen's legitimate son, behaves a little better, his father will be more satisfied and happy with him.
When the time comes, I don't have to worry about his father not making him the crown prince.
But Chu Qinghuang really didn't have time to see him.
The butler kept the tonic and said a few respectful and polite words. King Xuan understood this, and then went home with the princess contentedly.
The Feng family was imprisoned and sentenced to exile. Officials from Feng Xiang's party could not sit still and knelt outside Yuqian Palace early in the morning to plead for mercy.
"How could a frail woman, the legitimate daughter of the Feng family, poison her and murder the eldest princess? There must be something hidden in it. Please let your Majesty know for sure!"
"Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, was a guest in Prince Xuan's Mansion and was poisoned in Prince Xuan's Mansion. The person who poisoned was clearly the maid of Prince Xuan's Mansion. How could it involve the Feng family? Your Majesty, this matter must be investigated in detail. We must not unjustly accuse a loyal minister!"
"Please, Your Majesty, see clearly!"
However, the emperor directly asked people to dump the pile of evidence in front of them: "Whoever dares to plead for the Feng family again will be guilty of the same crime as them and be sent to the frontier together!"
The pleas for mercy suddenly stopped.
Three days later, all the men of the Feng family, headed by Feng Xiang and his son, were put in heavy shackles, while the weak women and children were put in light shackles, and were escorted out of the capital in front of almost everyone in the city.
The prosperity of the prime minister's house for a generation came to an end.
In the next few days, Chu Qinghuang rested in the mansion on the grounds of feeling unwell. He still got up early every day to practice martial arts, flexed his muscles and bones, taught how to play the piano, chose a cool place to escape the summer heat, and tasted ice-cold fruits. Sour plum juice is quite pleasant.
But these peaceful and quiet days are destined to be short-lived.
King Zhenbei has been in Beijing for several days with his two children. In the past two days, he has been keeping a low profile due to the affairs of the Feng family. When the Feng family was in trouble, he finally remembered that he had a bastard who was still staying in the backyard of Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess.
So he showed his majesty as a father and ordered: "Go to the eldest princess's palace to tell Qi Ling! It has been so many days since I have been in the capital, and he has not even shown his face. Does he still see the existence of my father in his eyes?"
The guard commander around King Zhenbei arrived at the eldest princess's mansion and explained the situation to the housekeeper and Lu Jun. Lu Jun went to ask for instructions from the eldest princess.
"King Zhenbei wants to see Qi Ling?" Chu Qinghuang leaned against the beauty and raised her eyebrows lazily, "Is it possible that my servant can be seen by anyone who wants to?"
Lu Jun lowered his head: "Then your subordinate returned to him?"
Chu Qinghuang hummed: "Go and tell him that the rules of the eldest princess's mansion are strict. Without permission from this palace, the servants are not allowed to enter or leave the gate of the eldest princess's mansion at will. If King Zhenbei wants to see his son, let him come in person."
"Yes." Lu Jun took the order and left.
Chu Qinghuang narrowed her eyes, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip of herbal tea.
The sound of the piano stopped slightly, Chu Qinghuang raised his eyes and looked at Fucang: "I told you to stop?"
Fu Cang winced, and quickly concentrated on playing the piano. His long fingers plucked the strings, the air flow surged, and ripples appeared on the lake.
Chu Qinghuang looked at him silently.
The young man has a majestic figure. He is dressed cleanly in white today. He is sitting on the floor in front of the piano and playing. He looks like a handsome nobleman...with outstanding appearance and good bearing.
It's really pleasing to look at.
Chu Qinghuang raised her hand to support her chin and casually admired the young man's beauty. The more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became.