Chapter 597 - Threats, Two Princes Lost Their Fortune (1/2)

“Something wrong happened to Second Consort Mo?” Xieyue asked with a deep look in his eyes as he suppressed the throb in his heart.

“Yes, it’s actually Third Brother’s fault. There seem to be a lot of holes in the matter about the Puguang Temple. Why did Third Brother believe the person’s words? Hearing that she had an affair with another man, he killed her. Even though Consort Yan went to apologize on behalf of Third Brother, this big mistake has made and led to the death of Second Consort Mo. Nothing will help. What a pitiful person! A beautiful lady was gone!”

Feng Yuran sighed rather regrettably. He was famous for being romantic, and when he told the serious story in a romantic manner. Plus a trace of joke in his pretty eyes, it was enough to make people unable to continue the topic. Did it mean that Third Young Miss Mo was pretty, so she died pitifully, or that Feng Yulei made a mistake and caused a life to die?

No matter what he meant, it was not a topic to follow. But Feng Yuran was looking at Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuzhen expectantly with blinking his long eyelashes. The two could only reveal an embarra.s.sed smile, trying to change the topic. After all, they and Feng Yulei were brothers. They were really afraid that the Emperor would know that they were talking about their brother’s faults with so many people here and reproached them for disrespecting their brother.

They were different from Feng Yuran. When Feng Yuran mentioned that, others would only say that he was too young and inexperienced in life. Even if the Emperor knew, he would not say anything.

“Eighth brother, this is Third Brother’s matter. Let’s not get involved. Princess Caifeng danced wonderfully. It seems very different from the dance of our Qin Kingdom. Eighth brother, have you seen a dancer more beautiful than Princess Caifeng?” Feng Yuxuan coughed and actively changed the topic.

“That’s right, I heard that Eighth Brother also raised some dancers in the manor in the past. Maybe you have seen this kind of dance from a foreign land. Eighth Brother, talk about it?” Feng Yuzhen rarely agreed with Feng Yuxuan. He moved towards Feng Yuran, looking quite curious, and focused all his attention on Princess Caifeng.

“The dance in the Southern Barbarian Lands mainly looks soft. The woman has a slender waist and can make a variety of different movements. Those in my manor are useless now, all of them… huh!” Feng Yuran uttered, looking annoyed. His bright eyes blinked, and he was not afraid to reveal his shortcomings. “In my manor, they still dared to have an affair with other men, and cuckolded…”

He said this very loudly. Some of the ministers who had heard the voice looked over here, not knowing why King Xuan who was doted on became so angry that his face was red. Even Emperor Zongwen on the high turned his head and looked at them with deep eyes.

He unexpectedly said what Emperor Zongwen was covering up for him, and he said it in the hall when Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuzhen were talking. How would the Emperor think about them? Would he think that they deliberately led this inconsiderate brother to say such self-defeating remarks, or they deliberately let people know that Feng Yuran was cuckolded by the concubines in his manor?

If this was the case, it was fine for him to say such things, but they would be punished.

Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuzhen, who were always witty, immediately had sweat on their foreheads. When they looked at each other, they could see the uncontrollable irritability in each other’s eyes. If Feng Yuran really shouted out this kind of thing, the Emperor would blame it all on them…

“Eighth brother!” Feng Yuxuan yelled sharply when Feng Yuran went on. Since his voice was so urgent and loud, it shocked the ministers who were still talking in the hall. They looked back one by one. The Empress Dowager, the Empress, and the Emperor sitting high all looked at them carefully.

Seeing so many people paying attention to him, Feng Yuxuan took a breath, opened and closed his mouth, pointing to the flower bed that the maids were lifting out and said, “Eighth brother, have you seen this kind of flower bed?”

There was a twitch in his hateful heart. He didn’t expect Feng Yuran to be so crazy. How could a man say that? When a man was cuckolded, he would hide it. But he seemed afraid that others didn’t know about it, and dared to yell out in the hall. This was something that the Emperor had covered up for him. If he had known about it, he would not have sat beside him. What a shame!

“I haven’t seen this kind of flower bed.” Feng Yuran seemed to be attracted by the flower bed. There was a bit of curiosity in his dark eyes, and he raised his voice and said, “The concubines in my manor had special…”

Feng Yuxuan and Feng Yuzhen hated Feng Yuran very much. How could he talk about the disreputable concubines in the back yard again? Did he want to make the Emperor suspect them? Those concubines had been dead or sold, but Feng Yuran talked about it in a very meaningful way, as if he had many topics about it, and he didn’t think it was a shame.

“Eighth brother, now that Crown Prince Xieyue and Princess Caifeng live in your manor, you have to take good care of them. Don’t neglect them.” Feng Yuxuan pressed his anger, and decided that he would never talk about dance in front of Feng Yuran as he could always relate it to the concubines in his back yard.

“How is Consort Xuan? Do you still need any precious herbs? If you lack something, I still have some in my manor, so you can just tell me and get it.” Feng Yuzhen had to help Feng Yuxuan at this time to distract Feng Yuran’s attention. As Feng Yuran cast a few more glances at the flower bed, he seemed to want to say something about it. Feng Yuzhen thought the same as Feng Yuxuan. They never dared to let the lawless Feng Yuran talk about it anymore. They only felt that Emperor Zongwen’s deep eyes fell on them again.

This time they not only had sweat on their foreheads, but also on their bodies!

This b.a.s.t.a.r.d dared to say anything.