Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife (Yang Shi Liu) 601

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Something Happened to the Young Imperial Grandson

No matter what, Noble Lady Yuan was unable to figure out how the Lu family managed to obtain help from Feng Yu Heng. At first, she thought that the Lu family’s flame had been put out, and she had heard about some ominous things. The Emperor was indifferent toward the Lu family. Although he was the left prime minister, Lu Song did not have many great achievements in court. In addition to this, it had not yet been a year since he was put in this position, thus his position and power in court were far from Feng Jin Yuan’s power, who had been in that position for many years. She had been wanting to give up on the Lu family as a chess piece; however, she never thought that this sort of strange thing would occur.

Noble Lady Yuan asked Yue Xiu: “The letter and painting that I had sent last time, did you send it as I had instructed?”

Yue Xiu heard this and was a bit anxious. She immediately kneeled on the ground: “Imperial Concubine! This servant does not dare deceive Imperial Concubine in the slightest. Everything was done as instructed, and the person that sent the letter is definitely someone that could be trusted. It was someone that His Highness the Eighth Prince had sent. There definitely would not be a mistake in this matter.”

Noble Lady Yuan reached out and helped her up, scolding: “Get up to speak. There are many people moving about here. Let’s walk and talk. Don’t keep calling me imperial concubine. I’m no longer an imperial concubine.”

Yue Xiu felt miserable and helplessly said: “Calling you imperial concubine over so many years, it has become a habit, yet I must suddenly change and call you noble lady. You’ve been in the palace for so many years. Hasn’t this made it all go to waste?”

Noble Lady Yuan coldly snorted, “It wasn’t a waste. I still have Mo’er. I can endure my current grief. As long as there comes a day when Mo’er ascends the throne, what can this be considered?”

Yue Xiu nodded, “That’s right. If master thinks that way, that’s great. As long as His Highness the Eighth Prince does not fall, we still have hope.”

The two spoke while returning to the tent; however, they could not think of anything related to the letter sent to the eighth prince. They could only forget about it for the time being.

Feng Yu Heng, however, did not return to her own tent. She walked halfway then made a turn, bringing her two servants to the Emperor’s tent. The two had just collaborated on a play at the hunting ground. Now that the curtain had fallen, she should make an appearance and begin planning once more.

Sure enough, when Feng Yu Heng arrived, the Emperor said to Zhang Yuan: “Look, We said that A-Heng would definitely come. And look, just as we were talking about her, she came.”

Zhang Yuan glared at him then said to Feng Yu Heng with a smile: “Imperial Daughter, you’ve finally come. His Majesty has been talking about you for quite some time.”

“A-Heng has been thinking of Father Emperor too. Here, I just went to fetch some good tea and hurried to deliver it to Father Emperor.” Feng Yu Heng smiled brightly and saluted the Emperor. After being given a seat, palace servants brought over some tea. Only then did Zhang Yuan dismiss everyone from the tent. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out a tin of Biluochun: “The tea that was sent to Father Emperor last time should be running out soon. A-Heng brought another tin. Father Emperor, please give it a try later on.”

Zhang Yuan went forward and received the tin. Looking at the strange characters on it, he muttered to himself: “The characters on this are different from the one sent into the palace last time. This servant knows a few of them. The three in the very middle are bi luo chun, right?” The three characters for Biluochun were the same in simplified as in traditional. Naturally, Zhang Yuan would recognize them. He and the Emperor had also gained some insight into reading from right to left horizontally from Feng Yu Heng. Reading it now was not too unfamiliar. But some of the characters had been simplified, thus he could not quite recognize them, but he could guess 70 to 80 percent. “It seems that Persian writing is not too different from our writing in Da Shun.” He muttered to himself. While saying this, he gave the tin to the Emperor to look at.