There was a heater burning in the room, and Ye Yunting slept very peacefully. However, some time past midnight, he vaguely heard the sound of movement coming from beside him. He blearily opened his eyes and saw Li Fengqi sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down to straighten his clothes.
“What’s wrong?” He glanced out the window and found that it was dark outside; it was not yet dawn.
“The falcon is back.” Li Fengqi said. “Did it wake you up? If you’re awake, come with me.”
The jadeite pendant was incredibly rare and of excellent quality. Regardless of whether the elder Wangfei truthfully prepared it for him or was just saying it for the occasion, Ye Yunting accepted the favor. He covered the wooden box, handed it to Ji Lian to put away, and sincerely thanked the old Wangfei.
The elder Wangfei still didn’t show too many emotions. She nodded to him lightly and said, “About dinner-- I’m old and don’t have much energy, so I’ll rest first. Let’s just talk again tomorrow.” After saying this, she stood up, and Yi Qiu went forward to support her.
A figure was sleeping quietly within the light-colored curtains. The warm mid-day sunlight filtered through the window paper and fell gently on the sleeping person's cheek. Perhaps sensing the light, his raven-feather-like eyelashes fluttered and slowly lifted upward, revealing a pair of misty eyes.
He reached out and rubbed his eyes. Wen Tian felt a little dazed. He turned and looked around. It was not an environment he was familiar with. Sitting up with his elbows propped against the bed, Wen Tian lifted the fallen curtains and leaned out half of his body to survey this strange room.
The person being assisted out of the carriage was none other than the elder Wangfei, Shen Wanyu.
She was wearing a chang’ao1 with an auspicious light-green cloud pattern and a standing collar. A section of the navy-blue, gold-woven horse-faced skirt was exposed under the chang’ao. She also wore a black cloak that reached almost to her ankles, and only a simple wooden hairpin decorated her coiled-up white hair. The orange setting sun behind her highlighted her aloofness and remoteness.
Li Fengqi turned the wheelchair forward, stopped a step away from her, and called to her, “Mother”.
The two of them leisurely went through Zhaohe Main Street; meanwhile, people around them gathered curiously on both sides of the street to watch, but did not get too close. They only sized up those two people with curious eyes and whispered to each other.
The people had too many doubts.
Was Prince Yong'an’s life in danger? What happened to this legs? Could he still be healed?
As he limped forward through this narrow passage, Wen Tian could already see the gentle river in front of him. He took a breath, rubbed his sore waist, and, when he felt better, continued walking.
He hadn’t even taken two steps when a voice suddenly came from behind that made him tremble.
“Wen Tian?” Chu Xiangtian shouted, walking towards him at the same time.
Li Fengqi and Ye Yunting had to go to the city to welcome the elder Wangfei in person upon her return to the capital
Ji Lian brought in the wheelchair that had been prepared long ago for Li Fengqi. This time, Li Fengqi moved to the wheelchair by himself without any outside assistance. After he sat down, Ye Yunting pushed him out of the main room.
This would be the first time Li Fengqi stepped out of the main room since he ‘d been poisoned and bedridden.
Han Chan walked out with a cold expression on his face and left without a single backwards glance to the two people outside the door.
His strides were long and fast. It was obvious that he was left unhappy with the discussion.
Considering what happened in the dream, Ye Yunting could more-or-less guess the purpose of Han Chan’s arrival. However, what puzzled him was: what exactly did Han Chan want to do with Prince Yong’an?
Wen Tian didn’t believe Chang Xi’s nonsense, but now that he was being held down and unable to fight or run away, he had no choice but to pretend to believe, and gradually stopped struggling.
Chang Xi saw that he was no longer struggling, so he relaxed his grip on him and shouted to the officers and soldiers below from a distance, asking them to exit the West Mountain Road.
The people sent by the government to negotiate asked them to release Wen Tian first.
Li Fengqi’s prediction was quickly proven correct. As expected, Li Zong did not follow Qiao Hairen’s suggestion, but instead sent anothe...