She refused to marry.

Su Wanwan squatted in the corner, "Your Majesty's sister?"

"Isn't Your Majesty's sister going to her fiefdom with the General?" another maid asked.

"I heard the eldest princess say it herself: the emperor's sister was taken to the palace. The emperor wanted to enter the inner cabinet to avenge his sister, but the eldest princess stopped him. As for the reason, I was summoned away before I could finish hearing it."

"How old is that woman?" Su Wanwan asked.

"At her current age, she's already quite beautiful. As for her exact age, I don't know," the maid said.

"They just said that the woman committed suicide here?"

"ah....."

The three of them crawled out from the corner and walked to a spacious area in the yard.

"Could that maid be His Majesty's sister?" Su Wanwan asked hesitantly.

"That should be it. No one else has ever lived here except for one woman."

"Stop talking. Let's go, I'm scared..." the maid said, tugging at her sleeve.

The three of them left the courtyard and stayed in the nearby woods for a full half day. Finally, when there was no more noise in the front yard, they slowly walked out.

The two looked worried and dejected.

"Sigh, try to look on the bright side, don't always have such a long face."

Upon reaching the warm pavilion, I saw several torn portraits lying at the entrance.

The two maids rushed over in fear, piecing together the portrait while weeping sadly.

Su Wanwan sat by the door, propping her chin up and waiting for Feng Chenjun to return.

Only he can resolve this situation right now.

The two maids below her were crying and making a racket, which annoyed her to no end.

"You two stop arguing and start thinking about how you're going to explain this when you get back."

Su Wanwan had already made up her mind: if the emperor didn't choose, she would choose for him.

all in all.

When that woman arrives the day after tomorrow, the emperor will not be interested in any of them; it will be the same whoever he chooses.

"The painting is ruined. The princess will surely blame us. We're afraid we won't survive."

One of the women stood up, threw the painting aside, and said, "Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well leave myself a whole corpse." With that, she rushed towards the lotus pond.

Su Wanwan reacted quickly and rushed over to pull the person back.

"Better to live a wretched life than die a good death!" Su Wanwan slapped him! "Are you awake now?!"

"You!" The maid covered her face and cried.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. If you cry, I can't think of anything to do..." Su Wanwan hugged the girl and comforted her, gently patting her back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two dark figures standing under the moon gate.

Su Wanwan glanced sideways and saw Feng Chenjun and Qingshan.

Feng Chenjun held the picture book in his hand, his eyes still lingering with interest as he watched this good show.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Su Wanwan released the maid and bowed gently.

The maidservant seemed startled and immediately knelt down, prostrating herself on the ground, saying, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

Xiao Xuanjing walked in, his gaze sweeping over the two trembling maids before finally settling on the calm-faced Su Wanwan.

"Still alive?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I have disappointed you." Su Wanwan raised her eyes and looked at Feng Chenjun.

The eldest princess didn't want her to live. Feng Chenjun has been summoning her these past few days, probably hesitating for a long time between killing her and not killing her.

"No, Miss Su's actions have always been unpredictable and illogical. It would be more interesting if she died." Xiao Xuanjing walked to her side and glanced at her.

Su Wanwan took a deep breath, stood up, and made a gesture, "Please make your choice, Your Majesty. I must return to report."

Xiao Xuanjing picked up the scroll in his hand, patted it in his palm, and slowly handed it to her. His eyes revealed an unfathomable calculation. "You're done."

Su Wanwan took the scroll. "What should we do with these two maids?"

Xiao Xuanjing turned his head, his gaze falling on another maid kneeling in the distance, his eyes cold and sinister. "A dying person has no need for pity..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the warm pavilion.

"Your Majesty, please forgive us!" The two maids hurriedly kowtowed, their heads hitting the floor heavily.

Su Wanwan couldn't bear it and was about to step forward to plead for mercy,

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from behind, holding a dagger, and stabbed directly at Feng Chenjun's back.

Before the word "little..." could be uttered, Qingshan turned around and plunged his sword into the woman's chest.

Blood splattered everywhere.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Upon seeing this, the maid in the distance pulled out her hairpin and rushed over as well.

Unfortunately, he was shot through the head by a hidden guard in the attic.

Qingshan drew his dagger, and the maid fell directly at Su Wanwan's feet.

Su Wanwan was so frightened that her face turned pale and she couldn't move.

The maid who was just threatening to die actually knows kung fu; she was even holding her just now.

Four guards entered from outside, and two of them dragged a corpse out.

Until the guards brought in water to wipe the floor.

Su Wanwan came to her senses and moved her icy steps out of the East Garden.

This is the normal Fengchenjun.

*

Upon entering the warm chamber of Fengyi Pavilion, Su Wanwan handed the portrait to the Princess.

The eldest princess was quite surprised to see her.

"It's done. Let me see which family the lady chosen by Lord Fengchen belongs to." He took the picture book from her hand meaningfully, loosened the ropes, and slowly unfolded it.

Halfway through unfolding the portrait, the princess suddenly froze, her pupils dilated, and she stared in disbelief at the woman in the portrait.

He held the edge of the scroll with his fingers, remaining motionless for a long time.

The old woman took a few steps forward and was dumbfounded.

"this....."

The air in the warm room seemed to have frozen.

Su Wanwan lowered her head, not daring to breathe, and slightly raised her head to look at the portrait in the princess's hand.

"Did you choose this, or did His Majesty choose it?" the nanny questioned.

"His Majesty gave it to us personally, Granny, is there something wrong with it?" Su Wanwan asked.

The old woman's face turned pale, and she stopped talking.

The eldest princess rolled up the scroll, sat back in the main seat, and stopped talking, her gaze fixed on Su Wanwan's face.

"I ask you this: Did you approach His Majesty with ulterior motives?" the princess asked sharply.

Su Wanwan kowtowed, "This humble woman dares not. Your Majesty has rescued me from danger many times, and I am deeply grateful. I dare not have any other thoughts. Your Majesty is like the bright moon in the sky, and I only dare to look up to you."

Upon hearing this, the old nanny whispered in the princess's ear, "A few days ago, before Chenshi (7-9 AM), this old servant saw Miss Su tidying up her clothes in her side room in the East Garden, and I only remembered it today."

The eldest princess frowned and asked Su Wanwan, "What has His Majesty been doing lately?"

"Your Highness, I am playing chess, reading, fishing, and practicing martial arts in the East Garden," Su Wanwan replied.

"And you? I heard that Miss Su has been going to the East Garden frequently lately. What is she doing there?" The Princess took a deep breath.

"I'm just going to practice calligraphy," Su Wanwan replied softly.

"Hmph! Just practicing calligraphy?! If it were really just about practicing calligraphy, why would His Majesty have chosen this scroll?!" The princess stood up, picked up the picture book, and threw it in front of the woman.

The scroll rolled twice and stopped in front of Su Wanwan. The scroll unfurled, revealing a face with bright eyes and white teeth.

Su Wanwan stared at her own portrait on the scroll, her mind buzzing.

Feng Chenjun, we've been through thick and thin together, why did you betray me...?

Heavens above, earth below, to whom can I voice my grievances?

"Speak!" The eldest princess slammed her hand on the table. "Why is your scroll here?"