On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Feng Wuming considered how to speak.

He thought about it for a while but said it bluntly: "Yanzhi should enter the imperial mausoleum, but he doesn't want to enter the imperial mausoleum..."

Shen Yanliu's hand stopped suddenly, turned his head and glared at Feng Wuming fiercely, stood up excitedly, and yelled at him.

"Feng Wuming, my son has passed the throne to you, but you still don't want him to enter the imperial mausoleum? Are you letting a dog eat your conscience?"

"Get out, get out of the Aijia now." She pushed Feng Wuming and looked at him with a sneer.

"Okay, luckily the Ai family thought you were sincerely coming to see the emperor, but it turns out you had bad intentions."

"The Ai family knows that you are not a good person. Just after the emperor's death, you can't hide your fox tail, right?"

"Pity my prince, he still thinks that you are the good uncle to him." Shen Yanliu's eyes were sharp and he gritted his teeth.

"Don't even think about taking away all the honors from the emperor. All the things and honors he deserves will be given to him by the Yi family. Are you trying to make everyone forget about him as the emperor?"

Feng Wuming let her push him, motionless, while Shen Yanliu's fingers stabbed his chest hard, word by word.

"With the Ai family here, the Ai family will not let the emperor be forgotten. Just put aside all your calculations."

"Get out, get out!" Seeing that Feng Wuming didn't respond, Shen Yanliu was so angry that he started to hit him with objects.

Feng Wuming avoided the things she threw at her and said in a deep voice: "Queen Mother, do you really think Yanzhi wants to enter the imperial mausoleum?"

"I have never coveted Yanzhi's throne, and I will treat his nephew no less."

"Where does Yanzhi want to be buried if he doesn't want to enter the imperial mausoleum? You are not Yanzhi. How do you know that he doesn't want to enter the imperial mausoleum? Do you not want Yanzhi to enter the imperial mausoleum because you want him to become a joke to the world?"

Shen Yanliu's voice was sharp, her eyes filled with tears: "Yanzhi is gone, you don't even want to pretend anymore, you are going to bully the Ai family, are you going to kill the Ai family?"

She took off the hairpin from her head, rushed to Feng Wuming and stuffed the hairpin into his hand.

"Come on, kill the Aijia now, and the Aijia can go and accompany the emperor."

"Kill the Aijia, do you dare?" She raised her head and looked at Feng Wuming provocatively, pointing at the door with a cold smile.

"There are so many palace maids and nuns outside the door, and the Ai family died inside. You are just treasonous and murderous. Do you think... you can still live in peace while sitting on the throne?"

Feng Wuming saw her putting the hairpin on her neck, with a gloomy and complicated expression on her face. Shen Yanliu glanced at Feng Yanzhi, and looked dazed for a moment. He suddenly raised the hairpin high and quickly inserted it into her neck.

Feng Wuming's pupils suddenly closed and he looked at her in surprise. His movements were faster than his brain's reaction. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Shen Yanliu. The hairpin was inserted into his hand. His expression changed slightly and he took the hairpin away with force.

He dropped the hairpin on the ground and looked at her seriously with a bit of coolness in his eyes.

"Queen Mother, do you want to bury Yanzhi with him? Do you want Yanzhi to die in peace?"

"He doesn't want to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, he just wants to escape from this palace. The imperial city is a cage to him, and you are the lock on the cage."

"You don't understand Yanzhi."

His words shocked Shen Yanliu, as if he was being stimulated: "You don't understand Yanzhi."

She was confused.

When Huang Er first died, she wished she could die with Huang Er, but just now...she just used the hairpin to scare and threaten Feng Wuming, and she didn't really want to die at all.

It was as if someone had grabbed her hand just now and asked her to insert the hairpin into her neck. It was her own hand, and she knew how much strength was used.

Shen Yanliu glanced at his hand and saw blood flowing out from between his fingers, and felt lingering fear.

If Feng Wuming didn't stop her, she would probably be holding her neck and bleeding.

Shen Yanliu looked around in fear. She didn't see anyone but her heart was uneasy.

Feng Wuming took in all her nervous expressions and scanned the surroundings with some suspicion. He had an extra eye in his mind, but he didn't find anything.

"I don't understand Yanzhi, but I know that he is not happy in the Imperial City. He wants to escape from the Imperial City and see the magnificent mountains and rivers outside the Imperial City." "You cannot escape because of your responsibilities during your lifetime, and you will not be able to escape after your death. Do you want to imprison him in the imperial city that he hates?”

Feng Wuming stared at Shen Yanliu quietly.

"You make the decision about the cemetery. I'm just suggesting that you have to inform the Ministry of Etiquette tomorrow. Think about it carefully."

He turned around and left. Shen Yanliu remained standing until he went out, his body limp and slumped on the ground.

She looked at Feng Yanzhi on the bed, tears falling.

Feng Wuming told Mammy: "You can go in and see the Queen Mother after a while."

Mammy nodded, and Feng Wuming rushed to the palace impatiently.

Ye Jiu was waiting for him at the door. When he saw him coming back, he greeted him: "Your Majesty."

"Are the two children asleep?" Feng Wuming nodded.

"Yes." Ye Jiu nodded, and saw his prince striding toward the courtyard, and he quickly followed.

Feng Wuming opened the door, sat by the bed and looked at the sleeping Ye Zhiyu. He immediately touched her hand.

Her hands were kept under the quilt, and there was a heater beside the bed, so her hands were no longer cold.

Feng Wuming looked at her pale face, and his eyes overflowed with distress: "Ye Jiu, get a basin of water."

Ye Jiu brought the water, and the prince took the handkerchief away from him. He saw the prince wet the handkerchief and spoke.

"My lord, let me come."

How can the prince take care of people?

Others have always served the prince, and no prince has served others.

"This king is here." Feng Wuming avoided his hand: "What does the imperial doctor say?"

Ye Jiu watched him return to the bedside, carefully tucking the hair on Miss Wang's face behind her ears, and gently wiping Miss Wang's face. He suppressed a smile.

Thinking of what the imperial doctor said after taking Miss Wang's pulse in the afternoon, his smile disappeared instantly and his tone was heavy.

"The housekeeper found doctors from the Tai Hospital and also some well-known doctors among the people. After they checked Miss Wang's pulse, they all said her pulse was weird. They couldn't figure out anything and were helpless."

The words also allowed them to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible.

Feng Wuming frowned and uttered two words coldly: "Quack doctor."

"Ye Jiu, send a message to Hua Niang, asking her to come to the palace and write to her about Wang Xiao'e's physical condition."

Ye Jiu nodded and saw the prince pouring tea in person, then lifting Miss Wang's body up and feeding her carefully.

It's better to say that it's drinking tea, it's the prince moisturizing Miss Wang's lips.

Feng Wuming saw the tea leaking out and about to fall on her clothes. He had nothing else in his hands, so he directly helped her wipe it away with his hands.

Ye Jiu stood aside and watched his nose and heart.

The prince is attracted to Miss Wang.

He was looking at it seriously, and unexpectedly met the prince's eyes. There was a slight coolness in the prince's eyes, which made him feel uncomfortable in his heart.

"Have you seen enough?"

"What did the king ask you to do?"

Feng Wuming's face was expressionless. (End of chapter)