Chapter 616 - Hard to Control the Hostility (2/2)

Crown Prince Xieyue turned around and strode out. He had something else to deal with. He was a little confused and could not solve it at the moment, so he had to go back and get someone to sort out some things. He always felt that he had missed something. Why did Consort Xuan’s maidservant look so familiar?

He wondered if he had made a mistake!

Behind him, Princess Caifeng’s angry eyes turned glum and furious…

Mo Xuetong had no idea what had happened between Xieyue and Princess Caifeng because she had already boarded Feng Yuran’s super luxurious carriage and was heading to the palace. She did not have to go in such a hurry. However, Feng Yuran had gotten someone to tell her to hurry over and to go to Anhe Palace first.

There were no other people living in Anhe Palace now. When Mo Xuetong entered the palace, she would rest in Anhe Palace from time to time. Because of the Emperor’s order, no one paid attention to Anhe Palace, and everyone chose to forget it. It used to be Consort Xian’s palace, but now it seemed to be the resting place for King Xuan and Consort Xuan.

Mo Xuetong got off the carriage at the gate of the palace and got on the palace sedan chair waiting there. The two eunuchs carrying the sedan chair skillfully took Mo Xuetong to Anhe Palace. Feng Yuran had been waiting there for a long time. Before Mo Xuetong could get off the sedan chair, he strode over and helped Mo Xuetong out. Then, he took her hand and walked into the palace.

Noticing his strange expression, Mo Xuetong reached out to hold his hand and asked softly, “What’s the matter?” She lifted her long dress with one hand, almost unable to keep up with his footsteps.

Feng Yuran did not say anything. Instead, he held her hand tightly. As he felt her warm and smooth hand in his hand, the depression in his chest was relieved. However, he still did not want to speak and continued to pull her inside. The palace servants in the inner room had already been asked to stay outside. The two of them walked into the inner palace. Feng Yuran put down his hand when he saw the portrait of Consort Xian hanging on the wall. He was speechless for a moment.

The portrait had been brought from the Emperor. Ever since Feng Yuran and Mo Xuetong rested here from time to time, the portrait had been hung on the wall.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Xuetong turned around and asked again. She reached out to hold Feng Yuran’s hand forwardly and asked hesitantly, “It’s Consort Zhao…”

“The He family sent the poison to Consort Zhao’s palace. When the Empress sent Mother the soup of birth control, Consort Zhao added the poison to it. Mother fell into her trap without checking.” Feng Yuran’s eyes were dark. “Mother had been gentle and kind for a lifetime. I didn’t expect that she would die in her own family’s hand in the end. The He family, the He family…”

He couldn’t finish his words for a while. His eyes were slightly red with bloodthirsty light flas.h.i.+ng in them. He looked extremely hateful, but there was a look of deep sadness on his face.

Mo Xuetong had never seen him like this. His bloodthirsty aura represented that Feng Yuran was about to lose control. He had lost his mother at such a young age and had survived in that environment. He must have lived a hard life. His recollection of his mother was the source of all his warmth. He would definitely seek revenge for Consort Xian wholeheartedly.

The He family was indeed dirty. They dared to murder Consort Xian. Mo Xuetong remembered that Feng Yuran had killed the entire He family like crazy because of this in the last life. He must have suffered a great blow. In this life, she would never allow him to lose control and hurt himself again. She slowly approached him and leaned into his arms. She heard his strong heartbeat which was clear and warm.

“Yuran, how is His Majesty going to deal with Consort Zhao?” Mo Xuetong asked tentatively, trying to calm him down.

She could not allow him to be immersed in this bloodthirsty impulse. This might be Feng Yuran’s biggest blow. Mo Xuetong knew that it seemed that Feng Yuran did not care about anything on the surface, but in fact, he valued feelings very much. When Consort Xian died, he had to feed himself poison since he was helpless.

At that time, he was a child, and the Emperor did not believe what he said. If he did not think of a way of protecting himself, he would really die without a burial place!

Therefore, Feng Yuran had always been suspicious of Consort Zhao. However, he could not uncover her true colors because there was no evidence.

After so many years, the depression acc.u.mulated in his heart was enough to destroy his usual calmness.

Even though it could not be seen from the surface, Mo Xuetong had been paying attention to his reaction because of what had happened in the past life. She had already told that he cared about it very much. He cared about the fact that the He family had killed Consort Xian, and the point was that his mother treated the He family as a true relative, but the He family had poisoned her behind her back.

Being betrayed by her closest kin was the pain in his heart that could not alleviate.

Feng Yuran lowered his head and stared at Mo Xuetong, looking at the reflection of his figure in her clear watery eyes. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness, and the bloodthirsty viciousness in his eyes faded away slowly. He had regained his usual calm. He had only taken a glance at the file on Emperor Zongwen’s table earlier but was stopped by Emperor Zongwen.

When he left just now, he picked up the file. As he sat in Anhe Palace, the more he read it, the harder it was to suppress the anger in his heart. He almost wanted to desperately catch all the He family members and put them to death one by one!

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