Feng Yexuan stared at Chu Qianli, his gaze somewhat complex.
This dead woman had actually guessed everything he had secretly arranged.
This was something he hadn't even informed the Emperor about!
"The National Preceptor has returned?" Chu Jiangnan and Chu Wang both tensed up.
It was evident how important the National Preceptor was to them.
Feng Yexuan nodded, "I apologize, Master. Your disciple arranged this privately. Please forgive me."
Chu Jiangnan remained silent, but his eyes were filled with relief.
His good disciple, whom he had taught, had not disappointed him.
"Then, where is the National Preceptor now?"
"The most dangerous place is often the safest."
Chu Qianli glanced at Feng Yexuan indifferently, "If I'm not mistaken, the National Preceptor should have been sent back to Lingjiu Hall, by the ice pond."
...
"I really couldn't get close to that place, so I could only guard from afar."
Fulun also entered the palace and stayed with Funing in Lingjiu Hall to look after the National Preceptor.
The task Feng Yexuan assigned them was simple: just guard the National Preceptor from afar, no need to serve him.
However, the way they brought the National Preceptor back was quite special.
It was fortunate that Prince Xuan could think of such a method.
They had the National Preceptor lie on a rolling bed, with people holding ropes to pull him to the other side of the ice pond, inch by inch.
The ice pond, to ordinary people, was a sharp weapon that could easily cause harm.
But, for Lan Qing, it was a sacred object that could help him heal.
Furthermore, because the cold air of the ice pond was too overbearing, this place was generally undesirable for people to come to, and anyone who did would easily get injured.
Therefore, the National Preceptor was very safe here.
It was unexpected that Feng Yexuan could be so meticulous in his actions.
After Chu Qianli briefed Funing on some matters, she was about to leave.
"There are only half an hour left before we depart. I need to go to Baijing Village on behalf of the Emperor to appease the people."
She handed something to Fulun.
"You're leaving this for me?" It was her gun, with few bullets left. Fulun knew how to use it.
But this was Chu Qianli's most powerful defensive weapon. If she gave it to him, what would she do?
"I still have the super thunderous bombs made by my senior sister..."
"But those super thunderous bombs have too much destructive power, and you can easily get injured yourself. You won't use them unless it's a desperate situation!"
Fulun understood almost everything about her; what was there that he didn't know?
"No, this gun..."
"You must take it," Chu Qianli forced the gun into his arms, along with the remaining bullets.
"The National Preceptor is too important. You must protect him well! Although it is indeed very safe here, nothing is absolute, and accidents can happen unexpectedly."
Fulun remained silent, looking down at the weapon in his hand.
With this, he could protect the National Preceptor even from a distance.
It was indeed the best weapon to protect the National Preceptor!
But...
"A'li, why don't you tell them that you are the true princess?"
He knew she cared about everything in Nanming, but wouldn't it be better if she revealed it directly?
"It's not time yet."
"Why?" Reconnecting with her father was something she dreamed of, so why not make it clear?
Her blood could blend with theirs, yet they all thought she had used some means to achieve it.
"Don't you want to hear him sincerely call you daughter?"
"I do!" She dreamed of it, she really, really wanted it!
"But I am in great danger now. Prince Yu will definitely try his best to eliminate me. If I were to die, how heartbroken would my father be? The despair of losing something after gaining it would kill my father!"