Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

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Chapter 162: I'll grant you a marriage!

Inner courtyard study.

Feng Mohan was sitting in a corner with both hands on his cheeks. From time to time, he would glance at the face of the man behind the desk who was focused on his work.

He felt like a cat was scratching his chest.

But, he dared not make a sound to disturb his Imperial Uncle.

He has been looking at him for so long. Why was Uncle still ignoring him?

Ask me, ask me!

“What do you want to say?” His painstaking effort paid off. After he called out deep inside dozens of times, the person behind the desk finally spoke.

“Imperial Uncle!” Feng Mohan immediately stood up and dawdled over, but didn’t dare to get too close. He chose a position opposite the man to stand and asked cautiously, “Imperial Uncle, is Aunt Liu going to be my Imperial Aunt in the future?”

Feng Qingbai paused and lifted his eyes, “Do you have an opinion?”

“No-no!” Feng Mohan hurriedly waved his hands. What a joke! Would he have an opinion? He would be a dead man! “I like Aunt Liu a lot, really!”

Satisfied with his reply, only then did the man withdraw his eyes and continued to work.

“But, Uncle, if you really want to be with Aunt Liu, will those old geezers in the court agree? I’m afraid they’ll make an issue out of Aunt Liu’s status and identity.”

His uncle held power. In recent years, those people devised ways to send women to him yet never succeeded.

In the end, those people gave up. Rumors even once abounded in the  imperial capital that his uncle disregarded women charms because he has an unmentionable disease. The worst exaggerated rumor was  that he was homosexual.

This abrupt trip out of the palace resulted in the addition of an aunt, an insignificant peasant lady from a village. Those old immortals would probably raise hell.

Feng Mohan frowned when he thought of this. He had to help his uncle make plans and prepare. They depended on each other. If he didn’t worry about his uncle, no one would worry about him.

“What are your thoughts?” Behind the desk, the man didn’t look up nor reprimand him for talking too much, but asked another question.

This was unprecedented!

Feng Mohan was so excited that his eyes glowed.

Uncle never asked his opinion in the palace before! He would never discuss with him either! He could only follow orders and be punished!

“Imperial Uncle!” The overexcited Feng Mohan pounced on the table, “I’ll grant you and Aunt Liu a marriage! I’m the emperor, you can’t resist if I grant you a marriage, you can only get married! This way you can be with Aunt Liu, and Aunt Liu can be my Imperial Aunt! Those old immortals won’t be able to find fault with you. At most, they will put pressure on my side. I’m not afraid! I’m going to die anyway. Let them come as they please. I’ll carry it for you!”

“Can you bear it?” The man’s tone was faint, the fluctuations in his voice inaudible.

“The worst result if I can’t bear it is that they succeed in impeaching me and I can’t become the emperor? By then, you and Aunt Liu already got married, and pulling me out of power won’t change the outcome. I’ll anger them to death!”

The more he talked, the more excited he became. The more the young man imagined a group of ministers scratching their heads and helplessly looking at the image of his uncle and aunt getting married and having children in the bridal chamber, his grin widened.