Not to mention Si Fengwu being unable to swallow this anger, Lu Qingwan couldn't either.
If it were ordinary people, it would be one thing, but for the emperor of a nation, not having such rumors spread was not just a matter of saying it.
If one were to take it seriously, it would escalate to the height of dynastic succession.
Moreover, Si Fengwu was her husband. Even if there were no issue of dynastic succession, she would absolutely not tolerate others slandering her husband at will.
She beckoned, signaling Si Fengwu to come closer, and Lu Qingwan whispered something slyly.
Si Fengwu burst out laughing, "Isn't this too cruel?"
Others were merely following the trend by saying he was infertile, and his wife was directly turning them into eunuchs?
Lu Qingwan dismissed it with a wave of her hand, "At most a month.
And I will leave the antidote with Meng Tang. If they are in a hurry, they can go to Meng Tang for treatment!
This is just to teach them a lesson. It's already giving them face out of consideration for my imperial brother, sister-in-law, and Xiao Yuan'er, isn't it?"
Although Si Fengwu said it was too cruel, he was smiling from ear to ear.
Hearing Lu Qingwan's insincere explanation, he immediately agreed.
"I'll listen to the Princess Consort!
I will send a message to inform the Prince, and also tell Lian Yu not to bother with this matter, lest it cause further complications and delay things."
No one expected that the succession dispute that had everyone in a frenzy would turn out to be such a misunderstanding.
Lu Qingwan was still stifling her laughter when she agreed. Si Fengwu glared at her fiercely, and she couldn't hold back, laughing even harder.
The guards accompanying them were bewildered by Lu Qingwan's nonsensical laughter, and they were too intimidated by the oppressive aura around Si Fengwu to even look up.
Their situation could only be described as extreme opposites.
For a moment, the guards even envied their colleagues who were left behind in the palace, counting bricks and bored to death. While boring, at least it wasn't so torturous!
Amidst the guards' suffering, Si Fengwu and Lu Qingwan arrived at the border between Southern Qi and Great Qin as planned.
Originally, because the imperial clansmen of Great Qin were eyeing the position of the Crown Prince of Tian Feng, they had planned to return to Zhongzhou.
However, with the embarrassing misunderstanding, there was no need to return to Zhongzhou. But the accounts that needed settling would not be missed.
They found the inn arranged by the guards in advance and checked in. The people who had been waiting for a long time arrived.
Feng Ziyi, whom she had only met once but had helped her greatly. Wen Jiting, who had always stood firm in her support when her relationship with the Samsara Hall was at its most unpredictable.
And then there was Wu Ying, who had risen rapidly and managed the most comprehensive intelligence system under Lu Qingwan's command.
The three of them seemed to be watching that unremarkable inn. Less than fifteen minutes after Si Fengwu and Lu Qingwan checked in, the three of them arrived one after another.
Wen Jiting was still in his blue brocade robe, and Wu Ying was still in a black dress, as if welded to her body.
Only Feng Ziyi was wearing a purple gauze dress with a low neckline, revealing fair skin.
Her sable fur cloak was worn like a bare-shouldered cape, and her dark hair was loosely tied into a bun, adorned with jewels, exuding charm and allure.
Lu Qingwan watched as several men, captivated by Feng Ziyi, crashed into pillars, stumbled, or fell into the waiter's soup bowls.
She herself stared with starry eyes, shamelessly fawning, "Senior Martial Sister Zi Yi is so cool, so beautiful, I love her!"
Peals of laughter erupted. Si Fengwu mercilessly covered her eyes, "Who do you love?"
The laughter around them became even more unrestrained.
Lu Qingwan was anxious, prying at Si Fengwu's hands and stamping her feet, "Oh, stop bothering me! I love whoever is good-looking.
You're not meeting me for the first time, can you cover my eyes forever?"
Finally managing to pry off the hand covering her eyes, Feng Ziyi walked in. Whether it was intentional or a manifestation of her fangirl nature, Lu Qingwan rushed towards her like a swallow returning to its nest.
"Senior Martial Sister Zi Yi, I missed you so much!"
The last time they met, they were on the verge of conflict, and now they were embracing enthusiastically.
Feng Ziyi was quite startled and instinctively put her arm around Lu Qingwan's back, patting her like a child, "A'Wan, be good, Senior Martial Sister is here?"
While speaking, she cast a fierce glance at Si Fengwu, as if to say, "Did you bully her?"
Feng Ziyi, with her Tatar ancestry, was already tall. Embraced like this, Lu Qingwan looked exceptionally petite in her arms.
Si Fengwu, with a dark expression, wanted to pull her back, but he was wary of Feng Ziyi's overly revealing attire and afraid of accidentally touching something he shouldn't. He dared not reach out.
It was rare to see him so cornered, and Li Yang and the others were about to die of laughter.
It was only when Lu Qingwan had had her fill of admiring the beauty that she reluctantly withdrew from Feng Ziyi's embrace.
"The Hall Master said he would send someone to help me, and I said it wasn't necessary. If I had known it was Senior Martial Sister Zi Yi, I wouldn't have been so polite!"
Seeing her smiling face, Feng Ziyi immediately realized she had misunderstood Si Fengwu.
Fortunately, she had only glared at Si Fengwu and hadn't said anything unpleasant. So, she acted as if nothing had happened.
She affectionately tapped Lu Qingwan's forehead, "You're so old, yet you're still acting spoiled. You're living backward!"
Although they had only met once, at this moment, Lu Qingwan's dependence and Feng Ziyi's affection seemed to reach an unspoken equilibrium.
Neither of them found the other's behavior strange. The intimacy came without warning, yet it was incredibly comfortable.
Si Fengwu gave Lu Qingwan all the care and understanding he could, but they were, after all, husband and wife.
The familial affection and guidance that Lu Qingwan lacked, and that elders should have provided, were something he could never fully compensate for.
Looking at Lu Qingwan clinging to Feng Ziyi like a child, her eyes filled with the admiration a child has for an elder, the hint of sourness in his heart was strangely soothed.
"You must be tired from your journey. I've had people prepare dinner. Let's go inside and talk."
As he spoke, he habitually walked beside Lu Qingwan, but he no longer thought of pulling her to his side.
Lu Qingwan, holding onto one of Feng Ziyi's arms, chattered excitedly about the plan to attack the Phantom Night Island.
Her plan was very thorough. Before she and Si Fengwu officially departed, she had already sent people from the Wufeng Hall, Buyezhou, and Banyue Pavilion to the Phantom Night Sea region in batches.
Of course, these people were just a precaution. The main force for the attack on the island was firearms.
Some of the firearms from the army had already been transported there. More were carried personally, though this was something she couldn't tell Feng Ziyi.
But this did not stop her from enthusiastically sharing her combat plan with Feng Ziyi.
Feng Ziyi was also very cooperative, not only not perfunctory but also occasionally offering feasible suggestions.
When Lu Qingwan had finished speaking, she said slowly, "The combat plan is fine. Using fire, even the Sansheng Tower and Hanxiao Palace would find it difficult to resist.
However, how did the officials of Great Qin offend you?"