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

Ye Jiu didn't know what was going on. He was thinking about his life being in danger.

The prince was so gentle to Miss Wang just now, for fear of hurting her, much like a husband taking care of a sick wife.

Although there was no smile on Miss Wang's face, the softness and distress in her eyes were real. To him... her eyes were cold and clear.

"Ye Jiu." Feng Wuming called his name in a deep voice, his voice colder than the night.

Ye Jiu was excited: "Your Majesty, I will write a letter to Hua Niang to inform her that I will resign."

He greased the soles of his feet and quickly escaped from the dangerous room. When he reached the door, he grabbed the edge of the door with both hands, wanting to catch a few more glimpses of the prince taking care of Miss Wang.

Feng Wuming held the tea cup with one hand and looked at him coldly.

His eyes were cold.

Ye Jiu smiled and quickly closed the door, not daring to take another look.

Feng Wuming heard the sound of the door closing, and then continued to feed her water to moisten her thirsty lips. He pinched Ye Zhiyu's cheeks, shaped them into goldfish mouths, and fed her the water.

She has no consciousness now, and she cannot swallow the water. The water she fed quickly overflowed.

Feng Wuming quickly wiped it off with his hands, but found a handkerchief behind him and wiped it while feeding.

His eyebrows were calm, without any impatience, his movements were gentle and meticulous every time, and his eyes were soft and caring.

Feng Wuming went out of the room, put on his coat and came to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion at night.

The guards of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion were drowsy. The sound of horse hoofs made them open their eyes instantly. They rubbed their eyes and didn't see who it was. The words had already blurted out.

"Who dares to break into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion late at night? If you are sensible, get out of here."

When Feng Wuming heard what the two said, his face darkened and he said nothing.

The guard inexplicably felt a chill coming towards his face. He looked up and saw a dark figure standing in front of him. He continued to go up. The two of them immediately knelt down as their legs became weak.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't know that Your Majesty was coming here, so I was ignorant and spoke arrogantly."

"Has the Imperial Master rested?" Feng Wuming said softly, and glanced at the two of them with lowered eyes. His aura was overwhelming, and the two of them were trembling with fear.

"The Imperial Master has rested, Your Majesty..." Before he could finish his words, the steward of the Imperial Master's Mansion appeared.

"The prince is here."

"The old slave has seen the prince."

"The Imperial Master has been waiting for a long time. The old slave will take the prince to see the Imperial Master."

Feng Wuming nodded and followed the housekeeper, not curious as to why Xiao Qingrang asked the housekeeper to wait for him.

inside the house.

Xiao Qingrang was wearing a green robe, with long hair loose. He heard the footsteps and poured tea, with an elegant posture.

The housekeeper said in a low voice that he had arrived, and then quietly retreated and stood guard at the door without disturbing the two of them.

Feng Wuming sat down across the table, took a sip of tea, and directly stated his intention without mincing words.

"Can you connect me and Wang Xiao'e again?"

If he lives, she can live.

Xiao Qingrang smiled lightly: "My lord, this kind of thing can only happen once. If you want to save her, you have to find another way."

"Miss Wang is not in fear of her life. She is temporarily comatose. I don't know when she will wake up. Your Majesty, don't worry too much."

How could Feng Wuming not worry.

Seeing her lying lifeless on the bed, he felt like there was a needle in his heart, pricking his heart from time to time, and the pain was hard to ignore.

What if she never wakes up?

After having this idea, his mind was confused and he was terrified. Only when she woke up could he feel at ease.

Even...he was worried that she would go back as soon as she fell asleep?Never come back.Feng Wuming's eyes were dull and he refused to give up: "National Master, don't you have any other options? As long as you can save her, any method will do."

Xiao Qingrang sighed lowly, feeling a little helpless.

"My lord, you are making things difficult for me."

"Miss Wang sacrificed herself for everyone. If I have my way, I will not be stingy and will definitely save Miss Wang."

He is really powerless now, his spiritual power is exhausted, he is lethargic and his pulse is abnormal.

When he came back, he also made a divination for Ye Zhiyu, but he couldn't understand the divination, but he felt relieved knowing that her life was not in danger.

There is only one way now, and that is to wait.

Wait until she wakes up on her own.

Feng Wuming also knew that he was in trouble, and the fragrance of tea in his mouth turned into a bitter taste. He put the tea cup away, stood up and left.

Xiao Qingrang stopped him: "Your Majesty, I want Miss Wang to wake up early, so that Your Majesty can have more physical contact with Miss Wang."

"Try it, maybe a miracle will happen."

Feng Wuming understood the meaning of his words, nodded and left.

……

Shen Yanliu finally decided to choose Feng Yanzhi's cemetery outside the imperial city. She asked Xiao Qingrang to find a geomantic treasure land with beautiful scenery and broad vision.

When the late emperor passed away, it was inappropriate for Feng Wuming to hold a coronation ceremony, so he did not hold a coronation ceremony and read the edict to all civil and military officials.

Feng Wuming became the emperor, and no one in the civil and military officials opposed it, and they happily accepted it.

The previous emperor passed away and the new emperor took over the throne. The news soon spread throughout the imperial city, and the people were talking about it.

"It was the regent who became the emperor. This time there was civil strife in the imperial city. It was the regent who stepped in to prevent the throne from being taken away by the traitors. The late emperor is dead, so it is good for the regent to be the emperor."

"Although the regent looks expressionless, isn't he doing things for the good of our people? Isn't what we all want is an emperor who allows us to live a good life? I support the regent."

"You still call him a regent. He is the emperor now, so we have to call him your majesty."

Civil and military officials also discussed this matter privately.

"The late emperor passed the throne to the regent. Unexpectedly, the queen mother actually agreed. I just don't know...whether the queen mother will interfere in the government affairs in the future."

"The regent is now your majesty. His thunderous methods are not like those of the late emperor. The former emperor relied on the Queen Mother in everything. The regent probably won't. The queen mother probably won't be able to interfere in the future."

"It's fine if you don't interfere. If the Queen Mother wants to interfere in the government affairs, the people who will be most uncomfortable are not the Prince Regent and the Queen Mother, but us." The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel sighed.

As the saying goes, when great gods fight, little devils suffer.

If the Prince Regent and Empress Dowager Shen were to quarrel over government affairs, the most difficult thing would be for their officials.

The left did not dare to offend the regent, and the right did not dare to disobey the Queen Mother Shen. Both sides were in a dilemma, and they were not human beings inside and outside.

The most fearful thing is that if the two of them are unhappy, they will be stabbed.

Everyone listened to the sigh of the Minister of Civil Affairs and instantly understood his worries. They looked at each other and sighed heavily.

"Yes, both sides are fighting, and the hardest thing to do is us."

"The Queen Mother is not as good as the Regent. We have already seen what happened this time. If something really happens, the Regent will have to be in charge."

Everyone nodded, their hearts already leaning towards Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming ascended the throne and had to deal with many things. He left early and came back late every day. He would see Ye Zhiyu every night when he returned.

Xiao Qingrang's words were still ringing in his ears, and he couldn't help but think of what she said to him, asking me to hug her, and now he took the initiative to hug her.

He hugged her every night, but he didn't see any improvement in her. (End of chapter)