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"The Duke of Yue entered the palace. Is he looking for royal father?" Feng Yunzheng noticed that he was looking at Lian Meng Yue with eyes full of looting, so he asked.

"Yes." He wrote tens of thousands of words of repentance and was about to submit them to Zhou Chengdi. He nodded and said, "Prince Heng, I bid you farewell."

With that, he quickly left. When he passed by Lian Ruyue, he paused for a moment before raising his eyes to look at the person with a cold expression. Then, he decisively turned around and quickly left.

Once he left, the tender yellow petals of the Taiping Flower fell to the ground one by one.

The flowers on this branch were all broken by her.

Feng Yunzheng quickly walked over and took the flower bundle in her hand that only had branches left. He placed it at the side and looked at her, saying, "It's fine, he left."

"I'm fine, I just happened to think of something, and I coincidentally saw this person. He can no longer affect me, and I still want to see him slowly descend into hell, suffering the most miserable torment in the world!" Lian Ruyue's eyes revealed a trace of coldness as she spoke.

Knowing the secret of Feng Yunzheng's rebirth, she no longer had anything to hide.

"You've suffered." Even though he didn't personally see how she passed her difficult final days, before he died, Feng Qianyue, in order to anger him, said everything —

He knew that she had experienced the excruciating pain of a caesarean section, so his heart ached even more. He couldn't help but hold her cold hand and wrap his fingertips around his palm to give her some warmth.

"Your Highness, do you know where my Le Yan ended up?" She realized that besides her hatred for Feng Qianyue, there were also many others that came from that pair of children. She felt that her own children were unfair to her!

"Where did you go?"

"Lian Shiya said that they married her to the Huns. She's only eight years old. I let her down …" As she spoke, she felt the air was cold, but because she was in the palace, she had to restrain herself. She couldn't cry, she couldn't get excited.

"…" Le Yan, that child who looked almost the same as Yue'er, would call him Ninth Royal Uncle and Ninth Royal Uncle every time he saw them. "Yue'er, don't worry. I will help you take revenge."

His voice sounded calm, but it was creepy.

Under the sunlight, his entire body was covered with an orange ray of light. His long and narrow eyelashes formed an arc under his eyelids, and as his eyes blinked, a hint of hesitation appeared in his obsidian pupils.

He leaned on the fake mountain as if he was enjoying the beautiful scenery before him, but the ones that really caught his eyes were the two people not far away —

Actually, he had already seen through the ninth prince's feelings for his sister. He couldn't remember when he saw it, but he had felt it unconsciously.

His heart throbbed in pain as he slowly closed his eyes, allowing the sunlight to fall on his body.

"Clank …" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from somewhere behind him. It was accompanied by a soft call. It was a bit familiar.

He jumped down from the fake mountain with his two long legs and turned around. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was immediately stunned —

He saw that a girl in front of him had probably accidentally bumped into something. The plate in the basket had fallen to the ground, and the food on the floor and the wharf had been smashed into pieces.

She was so angry that she was crying while squatting on the ground. She even slapped herself on the face and said, "Feng Lingyue, you are such a useless piece of trash. You can't even carry a single dish. Why don't you just go and die?"

Wiping away her tears, she looked at the plate of chicken and some steamed buns that she had finally managed to get from the kitchen.

As he cried, he wiped his tears away and reached out to pick up the steamed bun.

Just as her hand was about to touch the steamed bun, she saw a hand reach over and silently pick up the steamed bun.

When Princess Eleven raised her head and saw the face in front of her, she was stunned. Her heart skipped a beat — —

"Consecutive Techniques …"

Lian Meng didn't say anything. He picked up the steamed buns one by one and blew them clean with his mouth before putting them back into the plate. He then handed the plate to Princess Eleven and said:

"I can't take the chicken, I can still eat the steamed buns."

Lian Meng looked at Princess Eleven. She was no longer dressed in luxurious princess clothes; she had changed into plain clothes. The originally gorgeous jewelry only had a simple golden hairpin left on it. Her pair of soft white jade hands had a black shadow on the back of her hand.

When Princess Eleven felt the gaze of Lian Lian's technique, she hurriedly hid her hands behind her back and looked away. "Why did you enter the palace?"

"The imperial concubine saved my mother. Elder sister and I entered the palace to thank the imperial concubine." Lian Fu pretended not to see her panic as he lightly placed the plate into the basket.

"Oh, I see. What happened to your mother? Are you all right now? " Princess Eleven didn't dare to look at Lian Fu. Her voice was a little shaky, and there were tears in her eyes, but she was still struggling not to let them fall.

"She was frightened in the manor and had her fetus activated, so she's fine now. She's resting now, thank you for your concern." There were no ripples in Lian Meng's tone, just a calm narration of the real situation.

However, he reached out and took her hand from behind him. Princess Eleven instinctively retracts her hand, but she doesn't loosen her grip. With a little strength, she pulls her hand out and puts it in his palm. Then, she wipes away the dirty black substance on the back of her hand bit by bit with her sleeve.

Princess Eleven's fingertips moved, but she eventually stopped moving. She lowered her head and wiped it with great care. After wiping for a while, she finally wiped it clean. She then wiped her other hand, revealing her pair of clean hands.

"Your clothes are dirty." She looked at her clean hands and pointed to the sleeve of her incantation.

"It's alright, I'll be fine after a wash." He lowered his sleeve. "Where is your palace maid?" He realized that what she was doing now should have been done by a palace maid.

When Princess Eleven heard this, she lowered her head and said, "I don't know. I might have been sent somewhere else. Oh, that's right. Lian Fu, I can't talk to you anymore.

As she said that, she put the basket back on top of the lid and was about to leave, but she could not do so. Lowering her head to look, she saw the incantation holding her basket in place as she looked up and saw Lian Fu looking at her with a hint of red in his eyes.

"Consecutive Techniques …" She pulled at her basket, but she couldn't move it. There was a strong determination in the movement of her hand.

After enduring for a very long time, tears finally welled up in Princess Eleven's eyes. She cried and said, "Lian Fu, I know what you're thinking. But please let go. You can't change anything."