Bzbee is taking some time off, so I’ll be taking over some of what the translations until she returns 🙂
Stubborn illness
Chapter 235: Stubborn illness
All the way back to the palace the next evening, the boy was puffing with anger.
It was a rare moment that he wasn’t up to pleasing his Imperial Uncle and was instead clenching his hands to express his anger.
He worked all afternoon, only to know at the end of the day that it was all for nothing. Who wouldn’t be angry?
Was there such a pit?
He wasn’t going to steal from his uncle. How old was he?
That was his aunt! Would he dare to covet his own aunt?
His Imperial Uncle was the odd one out!
He was simply odd!
“Snort!”
“Humph!”
The boy’s heavy contemptuous tone never stopped even when he stepped into the palace door.
“When your Aunt Liu arrives, I’ll take you to pick her up,” the man finally gave some response.
Feng Mohan squinted. “Would you be that kind?”
Feng Qingbai raised a brow and looked askance at him.
“…Of course, you will. Imperial Uncle is the best!”
After seeing the man turn around and leave, Feng Mohan slumped and headed for his bedchamber.
Someone was waiting for him impatiently at the door.
Upon seeing the person from afar, Feng Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly and straightened his back.
“Your Majesty, the Consort Niangniang heard that Your Majesty was out of the palace today and was very worried, so she specially asked me to come over and wait for you. When Your Majesty returns to the palace, she asked me to invite Your Majesty over for a meal.”
“Consort Niangniang is as concerned about me as ever,” Feng Mohan smiled, “I dare not keep an elder waiting. Let’s go now.”
His eyes turned gloomy the moment he turned around.
That one wasn’t at all evasive. She was exceptionally adept at trickery, clearly keeping a close eye on him.
He just entered the palace gates, but someone already waited for him at the door right after.
Was she afraid that he didn’t know what she was capable of?
Before entering the door of Qingning Palace, he heard a burst of laughter inside.
In the wake of the eunuch reporting the arrival of the emperor, Feng Mohan bucked up and walked in with a smile.
Two people were in the room, sitting next to a long table. There was a pot of tea on the table, the fragrance of it winding.
Imperial Consort Liu and her son, Seventh Prince Feng Qingyan.
Seeing the boy enter, Feng Qingyan rose to salute, but Feng Mohan stopped him. “Imperial Uncle, we are all family here. There’s no need to be polite.”
Imperial Consort Liu smiled and shook her head. “There is a difference between the ruler and the minister. Etiquette can not be abolished. Luckily, we’re only in Qingning Palace, but Your Majesty must pay attention outside, lest we’d be criticized.”
“Imperial Consort is right. I have noted it.” Feng Mohan chose a seat.
“I’d be happier if Your Majesty called me aunt.”
“Imperial Consort just reminded me that rulers and ministers have differences, and etiquette can not be abolished. If I turn my head and forget, won’t I be treating the Imperial Consort’s teachings as if they were nothing?”
Consort Liu froze and laughed, “You, you’ve got a sharp tongue.”
Turning her head towards the old servant, she instructed, “His Majesty has returned, serve the meal.”
Feng Qingyan poured tea for Feng Mohan and handed it over. “Today, I entered the palace. I originally wanted to find Your Majesty to discuss political affairs, but I heard from the servants in the palace that Your Majesty went out of the palace with King Nanling early in the morning. So, I came here to accompany Imperial Mother for a while. Your Majesty went out of the palace, but what important matter is it for?”
“Nothing important, just out of the palace for a walk.” Feng Mohan smiled, twirling his teacup.
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