FID – Chapter 235.2

“I’m not saying that King Nanling is at fault, but now that Your Majesty is still a minor, King Nanling is in charge of all affairs of the court. Since he is the regent, he should do a good job in supervising and guiding Your Majesty to study politics carefully. How can he abandon this business and take Your Majesty out to play instead?” Consort Liu frowned in displeasure. “Your Majesty’s thoughts are still undefined. You’re at the age of playfulness and most likely to go astray…Your Majesty, you need to think thrice before acting, lest you’d be misled and lured, and end up endangering yourself and the kingdom!”

Feng Mohan cast his eyes down. “Imperial Consort is too worried. Imperial Uncle has devoted his sweat and blood to the affairs of the state these years and also showed me great concern. He definitely isn’t someone with a different motive. You’d better not say this, lest it would cause a misunderstanding. By then, your gap with Imperial Uncle will widen.”

“Imperial Mother, His Majesty is right. Although you are thinking of His Majesty, these words will only be taken as sowing discord if it falls into the ears of others. In the end, both ends will suffer. There are some things that His Majesty understands deep down.”

Consort Liu sighed. “I really hope Your Majesty understands. No matter what, the Liu family is your mother’s family. The clan will always stand behind you, and so will I. As the saying goes, one flourishes and the others flourish. We are bound together for good or ill as a family. We will never think of harming you like outsiders do.”

“I deeply understand.” Feng Mohan smiled.

The food was served one by one, and the three sat around the table. Consort Liu personally laid out some dishes for Feng Mohan.

“These are Your Majesty’s favorites. I ordered the kitchen to prepare them early. Try them while they are hot.”

Feng Mohan picked up his chopsticks and stuffed a dish into his mouth. “Imperial Consort has always remembered my preferences. You’re considerate.”

The dish entered his mouth, but just after chewing it, Feng Mohan’s face changed drastically. He vomited it out, his face pale.

“Your Majesty!” Consort Liu and Feng Qingyan were alarmed, and they hurried forward to hold him in place, “Quickly, call the Imperial Doctor!”

“N-No need…” Feng Mohan waved his hand and smiled bitterly. “I am suffering from a stubborn illness. I must have scared Imperial Consort and Seventh Imperial Uncle. I will be fine after resting… unfortunately, it was a waste of Imperial Consort’s heart…”

“This isn’t the time to waste your energy on compliments! Nothing is as important as Your Majesty’s health!” Consort Liu turned her head towards the outside and shouted angrily, “Quickly go and summon the Imperial Doctor here at once!” 

Feng Mohan slowly pushed away their supporting hands. “I have medicine in my bedroom. Let me go back to take the medicine and I’ll be fine. Maybe it’s due to a bad stomach. Imperial Consort doesn’t need to worry. I’ll go back to my bedroom first. When I’m better, I’ll find time to come visit you.”

After speaking, he turned around and walked out, his footsteps slightly weak.

“Your Majesty!” Consort Liu watched the boy’s stubborn back and finally sighed helplessly, “Momo, send His Majesty back to the palace. If anything happens, report immediately!”

“Yes, right away.”

When they disappeared in the room door, the worried and anxious helplessness on Consort Liu’s face also scattered to nothing, leaving only ice cold.

“Imperial Mother, he is wary of us.” Feng Qingyan turned his head and sneered, looking at a mouthful of untouched food and the cup he personally poured wherein the tea had already cooled.

“Go back for now. Don’t enter the palace during this period if there’s nothing urgent. Do what you should do. Concentrate on government affairs and ignore the outside world!”

“I know. I bid you farewell.”

People in Qingning Palace scattered. Consort Liu turned back and slowly walked to the dining table. She stood there and watched for a while. Suddenly, her sleeve swung and the dishes crashed to the ground in a mess.

“Ungrateful!”

When she looked up again, her eyes were chilly. 

Feng Mohan staggered back to the Qiande Palace. He lay on the bed,  and his breathing became calm. Only when he seemed asleep did Momo turn to leave.

As soon as Momo left, the young man on the bed immediately opened his eyes. His eyes shot frostily toward Qingning Palace.

That old witch should be so angry that she couldn’t sleep, right?

She asked him to have tea and a meal in Qingning Palace. Was the food there delicious?

He laughed grimly. He would complain to Imperial Uncle when he arrived tomorrow. He performed so well and almost flawlessly. Shouldn’t his uncle give a praise or two?