TCPCHW Chapter 43 Part 2
The Crown Prince Chases His Wife
Chapter 43 Insomnia (2/2)
Tonight, His Majesty ordered a thorough investigation into the case of the assassin in the paddock in the western suburbs throughout the night, and all those involved in the hunt, including Second Prince Feng Xian, were invited by the Northern Yamen Imperial Army for questioning.
After Second Prince Feng Xian returned to the palace, he went straight to Imperial Concubine Shu’s Chengqian Palace.
In the main hall of Imperial Concubine Shu’s bedroom, Imperial Concubine Shu dismissed the palace maids, and only the mother and child sitting in the hall.
Imperial Concubine Shu’s posture was relaxed, but Feng Xian’s face was tense.
Seeing that his imperial mother was only drinking tea leisurely, Feng Xian couldn’t hold his anger any longer: “Imperial Mother, Qin Yan was attacked in the paddock today. Was it done by you?”
“Imperial Mother…” Feng Xian’s words were interrupted by Imperial Concubine Shu.
Imperial Concubine Shu put down her teacup, looked at her son, and spoke slowly: “What achievements have you made in fighting with Taizi in the imperial court these years?”
“You are still just a prince who has not built his own palace. In His Majesty’s eyes, you are treated the same as Third Prince Feng Yi who is traveling outside the palace.”
“Feng Zhan has been conferred as the Taizi since he was born, but you and Feng Yi have not been awarded the title for a long time.”
“Our Majesty is biased.”
“It’s a pity that Qin Yan is so lucky, so are the Taizi and the Emperor.”
After Imperial Concubine Shu finished speaking, she sighed, picked up her teacup, and drank tea again.
Feng Xian was dumbfounded.
It was fine if his imperial mother targeted Qin Yan and Taizi, but she also targeted his imperial father…
People say that the heart of a woman was the most poisonous, and he didn’t wish his imperial mother, who looked dignified and virtuous, to be so cruel.
Even Feng Xian himself didn’t think about killing the monarch.
Imperial Concubine Shu looked at her son and sighed again. If you are enjoying the novel, please support this translation and get direct access to new releases by reading it at the translator’s original website: https://justforfuntrans.com
“In the past, I just watched you fight with the Taizi, and didn’t intervene.”
“Now, I also understand that only power can make me do what I want happily.”
“His Majesty’s birthday will be celebrated at the Longevity Festival in a few days. Imperial Concubine Jing’s son, who has declared his love for scenery, will probably return to the palace too.”
“If you want to compete for the throne, you can’t only have the Taizi in your eyes.”
Feng Xian was overjoyed, with his imperial mother as a helper, he had one more chance of winning than before.
The Jieyueshan room in the Wanning Temple of the northern suburbs of the capital.
Two men in plain robes with wide sleeves sat cross-legged across a chessboard on the bamboo mat on the couch by the window.
The room was quiet, only the sound of the wind and the sound of the chess piece could be heard.
A young male voice said: “I didn’t know that Imperial Uncle also sent a killer today?”
“If I had known the Imperial Uncle’s plan in advance, it would be better for us to join hands in today’s action than for everyone to come back empty-handed.”
“I’m a bit skeptical about the sincerity of Imperial Uncle’s cooperation.”
The person who hadn’t spoken all this time held a black piece between his fingers, put it down, and collected another piece.
Then he shifted his gaze to Feng Yi, the third prince who was opposite him.
“You want to seize the throne, and I want to kill the monarch. There is no conflict between you and my purpose.”
This person’s voice was gentle, but his words were cold and heartless.
Feng Yi said again: “Will Imperial Uncle return to the palace for my imperial father’s birthday?”
The man opposite laughed when he heard this.
“Oh, I’m afraid that one from Shou’an Palace won’t allow me to appear in front of her.”
In the Taizi’s bedroom at the Taizi Mansion in Xishan at night.
Feng Zhan lay flat on the bed and suddenly opened his eyes from his dream. His forehead was covered with fine sweat.
Feng Zhan felt the cold wetness between his legs. He frowned, quickly lifted off the thin quilt on his body, and got down on the bed.
“Someone, prepare for a bath.” Feng Zhan said in a deep voice.
The Taizi Mansion was under martial law tonight, and Song Zhi was on duty outside the Taizi’s bedroom.
Song Zhi heard what he said and immediately ordered his attendants to arrange for His Highness to take a bath.
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After about a stick of incense, Feng Zhan stepped out of the bathtub, put on his thin clothes, and strode out of the bedroom.
“Have someone go in and clean up.” Feng Zhan’s tone was slightly cold.
“Your Highness, are you going to the side hall?”
Feng Zhan looked south without saying a word.
The attendant cleaned up the bedding on the bed, his face a little embarrassed.
Song Zhi understood immediately, His Highness, this was…
Feng Zhan went straight to the south towards Mossy Waterside Pavilion.
Song Zhi muttered in his heart that it was not appropriate for His Highness to live in the waterside pavilion tonight in the cold autumn.
However, it was no wonder as it was the closest to the Princess of Zhaoren Mansion.
In the Mossy Waterside Pavilion, Feng Zhan lay on the soft bed with his clothes on, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
What lingered in his mind was Qin Yan’s soft red lips, graceful figure, and the itching of her fingertips touching his back…
That seductress not only wanted to stir up his fire during the day.
Even at night, she would enter his dream to torture him.
The beautiful woman in his dream just now had charming eyes, only a light veil covering her body, riding on his waist…
It was hard for him to sleep tonight.