Nine Royal Uncle...
But wasn't Nine Royal Uncle already dead back then?
When the incident happened, Feng Qihe was the eldest among the children.
But at that time, he was still a child.
Nine Royal Uncle was the idol in the hearts of all of them back then!
Everyone hoped that when they grew up, they could be like Nine Royal Uncle!
Clad in armor, a young hero, he became a presence that all enemies feared even at a young age.
Everyone had a dream, and Nine Royal Uncle was their dream.
But no one expected that someone as divine as Nine Royal Uncle would one day die.
In fact, many members of the royal family knew that Nine Royal Uncle was dead, not that he had left for a beauty.
Could it be that Nine Royal Uncle truly didn't die back then?
"But if it really is Nine Royal Uncle, why didn't he return to the palace to see the Empress Dowager?"
The Empress Dowager had already passed away, would Nine Royal Uncle still return to the palace for mourning?
"How do you know he didn't go back to see the Empress Dowager?" the Empress pursed her lips.
Feng Dingchu's back kept lingering in her mind.
If it was indeed Prince Jiu, then he hadn't changed much over the years.
That physique, that demeanor, just like back then!
He looked no older than twenty-five or twenty-six.
Although his face was tanned, the features on that face... was it really him?
If it was him, why could he be so open and without a trace of guilt in front of them?
If it wasn't him, why was he so similar?
"They have gone out. I will have someone investigate this person's identity."
"Mother, my relationship with Li'er has finally improved slightly. I don't want you to ruin it at this time."
Feng Qihe's expression darkened, clearly disagreeing: "Whether it's Nine Royal Uncle or not, it doesn't have much impact on us for now."
"The cause of your Nine Royal Uncle's death... Mother still has many questions."
However, this matter couldn't be determined for now.
The Empress pondered for a moment, and when she looked up, she happened to meet her son's gaze, which was full of curiosity.
She was slightly startled and frowned: "He'er, what is that look in your eyes?"
"On New Year's Eve, Father Emperor didn't fall ill; he was poisoned."
Feng Qihe mused: "Mother, this matter..."
"Are you suspecting that your mother poisoned him?" the Empress's face darkened.
"Although I know now that the person your Father Emperor favored was Prince Xuan, killing your Father Emperor at this time would not bring us much benefit."
The Emperor wanted to use He'er to restrain Prince Xuan, but in fact, it was the same for them.
The Emperor's power could also restrain Feng Yexuan.
Especially in the current unclear situation.
"Lately, I've been feeling uneasy, and I have some... premonitions."
"Mother..."
"Consort Rong."
"Mother, what are you talking about?" Wasn't Consort Rong already dead?
The Empress turned her head and looked at him: "He'er, Mother still strongly suspects whether Consort Rong is truly dead. After all, the body back then had been poisoned and fallen into the water. By the time it was discovered, it was already completely decomposed, and the original appearance could not be discerned at all."
"What if it wasn't Consort Rong at all?"
"Mother, if she wasn't Consort Rong, then..."
"If Consort Rong is still alive, what schemes would she have with Feng Yexuan now?"
The Empress's expression gradually became ferocious.
"If she really didn't die, then I,"
She clenched her palm, killing intent surging in her eyes: "will make her die again!"