This man truly knows no bounds, giving him an inch and he takes a mile. He just hugged her and kissed her, truly spoiled.
"Do you want to know how His Majesty dealt with the Third Prince today?"
Feng Jin's thoughts were immediately drawn to Ling Mohan, and she had long forgotten what had happened before: "How was he dealt with?"
"He was fined a year's salary and reprimanded verbally."
Her initially high spirits plummeted. Feng Jin said sarcastically: "Emperor Xuanwen is truly biased. Delaying the march was a death sentence for anyone else, yet Chu Yanxi was punished so lightly, for fear of chilling the hearts of the other princes."
The favored are indeed emboldened. This saying is absolutely true; it's no wonder the Third Prince has a beloved mother who also happens to be Emperor Xuanwen's youthful white moonlight.
Even if Chu Chenyi committed a grave offense, with the Empress there to plead for him a few words, a gentle whisper in his ear, and a few pearl tears, Emperor Xuanwen would immediately surrender and forget all his previous anger.
"His Majesty's handling of this matter was indeed unfair, causing an uproar in the imperial court. Many ministers raised objections, but they were all suppressed by His Majesty."
Ling Mohan was also dissatisfied with the handling of the matter, but it was personally decided by His Majesty, and the imperial decree was issued, so no matter how indignant he was, it was futile.
"It's all because His Majesty is too biased. If another prince had delayed the army and military affairs, even if they didn't die, they would have been stripped to the bone. In the end, it's still His Majesty's favoritism."
She had originally intended to use this matter to completely corner Chu Yanxi. Who would have thought Emperor Xuanwen would be so foolishly biased?
With Emperor Xuanwen's favor and the Empress's presence in the harem, Chu Yanxi would not be easily overthrown, unless he committed an unforgivable crime that even Emperor Xuanwen could not protect him from.
"Who has the greatest crime, a crime punishable by death?"
Feng Jin uttered this question lightly, causing Ling Mohan to pause slightly: "Only rebellion."
After a long while, Ling Mohan understood Feng Jin's meaning: "I advise you to give up this idea. Chu Yanxi, even if he's foolish, wouldn't dare to rebel."
If the situation continues to develop as it is, as long as Chu Yanxi doesn't make any major mistakes and maintains his usual demeanor, there's a seventy to eighty percent chance the throne will be his. Chu Yanxi wouldn't be so foolish as to rebel.
"That's not necessarily true. Don't forget, even a rabbit bites when it's cornered." Feng Jin was dismissive of what Ling Mohan said: "Chu Yanxi is arrogant and impatient. If he knew that the throne, which was originally within his grasp, was being taken away bit by bit by others, what do you think he would do? Would he continue to concede, or would he fight for it at all costs?"
After a moment of thought, Ling Mohan lowered his voice and said: "Naturally, he would fight for it."
"Then that's right. We just need to make a small plan, lure the enemy deep, and leave them with no way to retreat, and then catch them all in one net."
To put it bluntly, this was a psychological war. Given Chu Yanxi's nature, he definitely wouldn't tolerate what was rightfully his being snatched away by someone else.
Therefore, when he realizes that Chu Chenyi poses a threat to his position, he will naturally act to destroy it all.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Ling Mohan's eyes. He gazed at Feng Jin dotingly. She actually had such a scheme. Indeed, she constantly brought him surprises.
"Tell Chu Chenyi about this, and he must cooperate fully. He needs to find trouble with Chu Yanxi often, provoking him little by little."
Feng Jin's strategy was truly a heart-piercing one. Hearing this plan, Ling Mohan couldn't help but shiver.
"It is said that women and small-minded people are difficult to deal with." This saying is absolutely true; it's better to offend anyone but a woman, otherwise, you won't even know how you died.
"Why do you have that expression?" Feng Jin questioned him.
"It's nothing, I just feel that my wife's strategy is superb. With my wife as the strategist behind the scenes, guiding me, it's absolutely foolproof."
"You know how to talk."
Feng Jin's lips curved into a satisfied smile. This fellow was truly glib now, and she wondered where he learned it.
Ling Mohan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of triumph in his eyes. Gu Beichen's method was indeed effective. These few words could make Feng Jin so happy. It seemed he needed to use it more often in the future.
"Greetings, Young General, Young Madam." Cai Qing pushed open the door and walked in, holding a red piece of paper.
"Young Madam, these are invitations from the Feng Residence and the Third Prince's Manor."
Feng Jin took them and couldn't help but let out a sarcastic smile: "It's really not easy for these two to achieve their happily ever after!"
She had to witness this moment of their union personally; it would surely be a classic.
"Cai Qing, go to the storeroom and find something to wrap as a congratulatory gift. I'll bring it when I attend their wedding banquet."
"There's no need to go to such trouble. Feng Ruoyan is entering the Third Prince's Manor as a concubine, so everything will be simple, and there won't be a wedding ceremony. Therefore, whether you go or not is meaningless."
A hint of displeasure crossed Feng Jin's face. She angrily slammed the invitation onto the table, uttering a string of curses.
"How disappointing. If they're not even having a wedding, why send invitations? This is just toying with people!"
"If you want to go, I'll accompany you." Ling Mohan couldn't bear to see Feng Jin disappointed and offered to go with her.
Feng Jin thought for a moment and directly rejected it: "You can't go. She's just marrying a concubine, not even a proper concubine, just one level above a maid. If you go, won't that give them too much face!"
Having Ling Mohan go would simply be giving them too much credit. However, she still wanted to go and watch the commotion.
After all, Feng Ruoyan had previously declared that she was going to be the Third Prince's consort, and now she was just a minor concubine.
Such an interesting event, and there were likely quite a few people in the capital who wanted to watch the drama unfold.
"Cai Qing, didn't you mention tomorrow there's some... Flower Festival?"
"Young Madam, it's the Spring Equinox Flower Festival. The ladies of the capital and unmarried young ladies will all be attending."
A plan instantly formed in Feng Jin's mind. She directly slapped the table: "Let's go to the Spring Equinox Flower Festival tomorrow and see the excitement."
"Absolutely not!"
The man's deep voice rang out, like a basin of cold water dousing Feng Jin's head.
"Can you stop being so disappointing?"
Every time she was happy, he would jump out and pour cold water on her. She was starting to suspect that Ling Mohan was deliberately targeting her.
"You are pregnant now, and everything must be done with caution. The Spring Equinox Flower Festival will be crowded and full of prying eyes. I'm worried about you having an accident."
Ling Mohan muttered a long string of words, all of which boiled down to one meaning.