Chang’an Peasant Girl

Here Su Yijing had dinner in the middle of the night, and over there, Feng Feiyan didn't even eat dinner. She sat motionless in the room, her eyes empty and soulless.

Shen Feifan didn't know how many times he came in and saw the food on the table being heated over and over again, but Feng Feiyan was unwilling to take a bite. He really couldn't help but be anxious.

So, he knelt down and begged: "Your Majesty, your body is in a hurry."

Feng Feiyan closed her eyes and shook her head slightly, indicating that she couldn't eat it. After a while, she opened her eyes again and said, "Servant Shen."

"My subordinate is here." Shen Feifan immediately responded respectfully.

"Tomorrow, ask about Prince Xiyun. I want to know."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The next day, at dawn, Feng Feiyan sent someone to refuse the second princess and the third princess from taking her around the imperial capital on the grounds of feeling unwell. Su Chengyu learned that she was unwell and sent an imperial doctor. Come and show her.

Feng Feiyan did not tell the imperial doctor that her left wrist was injured. The imperial doctor took the pulse of her right wrist and found that she was extremely weak, so he prescribed some medicine to replenish qi and blood for her to take.

I lost so much blood yesterday, so it's normal for me to be weak.

As soon as the imperial doctor left, Su Yijing came.

When Feng Feiyan saw Su Yijing again, her mood was complicated, but her face was calm.

Su Yijing sat opposite her and said nothing.

Feng Feiyan understood what he meant and signaled all the people in the room who were serving her to protect her to retreat.

After the door was closed from outside, Feng Feiyan hesitated for a moment, then poured a cup of tea for Su Yijing, pushed it in front of Su Yijing, and said politely: "First Prince, please drink tea."

Su Yijing did not look at the cup of tea, but glanced at Feng Feiyan's left wrist. He could not see the injury on her left wrist because it was covered by the wide sleeves.

He said coldly: "Eldest Prince? Then Xiao Yijing doesn't exist?"

Feng Feiyan lowered his eyes and looked at the table, "Your surname is not Xiao, your surname is Su, the eldest prince of Xiyun."

Su Yijing said: "My father's original surname was Xiao, so he was called Xiao Changyi, and he was given the national surname later."

"So what?" Feng Feiyan still looked at the table and spoke extremely calmly, "Aren't you the eldest prince of Xiyun?"

Su Yijing's eyes also turned cold, "Feng Feiyan, did I abandon you, or did you abandon me? Who do you want to show your hurt look to? Huh?"

"It was me who abandoned you, and I was sorry for you. I admit it, and I also apologized to you, but it's like this now, so let's leave it like that. It's fine."

"What a beautiful idea you have!" Su Yijing had hatred in his eyes. "You think the matter will be settled like this? Impossible!"

"Then what do you want? What else can I do?" At this moment, Feng Feiyan was a little disappointed.

She once thought he was a peasant, and thought it would be better for him to continue to be his peasant son and be free. How could a peasant boy stand up to all the rules and intrigues in the palace, so she left secretly.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be the eldest son of King Xiyun, and she was the Empress of the Five Phoenixes. Even if she didn't marry another man, even if they wanted to be together now, there was no possibility.

As the Empress of the Five Phoenixes, it was impossible for her to marry Xiyun, and as the eldest son of King Xiyun, it was impossible for him to marry her.

It's really impossible.

Not at all possible.

Su Yijing sneered: "I don't know what you can do, but I know what I want to do."