Feng Qingheng also did not want to marry Lu Qingwan, such a useless and ugly woman. It was the Marquis Lu's threat that made his father bestow this marriage upon them.
In any case, he had already married Lu Siwan, and the Zhaolie Marquis Mansion and he were now one. Not having to marry Lu Qingwan, this useless person, made him happier than he could express.
He immediately said, "Your Majesty, your humble servant believes that Imperial Uncle's words are correct. Your humble servant is willing to break off the engagement."
Emperor Jingyou frowned and said, "Since this is the case, then your engagement is void."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Qingwan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, returned to its place. She quickly kowtowed, "Your Majesty is wise, thank Your Majesty for your grace!"
Feng Qingheng looked at her excited expression and felt uneasy. This useless person, wasn't she deeply in love with him?
He had been so eager to break off the engagement that he hadn't noticed that this useless person was somewhat different from before?
Was she playing hard to get, changing her tactics?
Hmph, no matter what, he would absolutely not show her the slightest favor.
Just as Feng Qingheng was indulging in his narcissistic fantasies, Feng Xiwu spoke up again from the side, "Since the engagement between Prince Chen and Miss Lu is void, then the position of Princess Consort should also be taken back, right?"
Lu Siwan, who had not had a chance to speak, suddenly widened her eyes. Take back the position of Princess Consort?
Lu Qingwan smiled. As expected of the person she had chosen, his mind was indeed sharp!
Brother, if you can speak, say more. I'll never call you a short-lived ghost again!
As if hearing her thoughts, Feng Xiwu said again, "Prince Chen is, after all, a prince born of the Empress and the first among many princes to be granted a princedom.
If his Princess Consort is a concubine's daughter, it is inevitable that outsiders will develop other ideas, thinking that His Imperial Brother does not value him."
Feng Qingheng felt as if he had been struck by enlightenment. At the time, he had only wanted to disgust Lu Qingwan, and had forgotten such an important matter.
For the dignified Princess Consort of Prince Chen to be a concubine's daughter, even if it brought the support of the Zhaolie Marquis, he would still be ridiculed.
And as Feng Xiwu said, what if outsiders thought that his father did not value him, and thus supported other princes? What use would he have for only the Zhaolie Marquis Mansion?
Would that not be losing the watermelon for the sesame seed?
At this moment, Emperor Jingyou asked him again, "Prince Chen, the Princess Consort is your own, what do you say?"
Feng Qingheng quickly said with lowered brows, "Your humble servant's fate rests entirely with Your Majesty's decision."
Everyone knew that Emperor Jingyou would adopt Feng Xiwu's proposals most of the time.
Feng Qingheng was now going to take away Lu Siwan's position as Princess Consort.
Indeed, Emperor Jingyou immediately said, "Although Lu Siwan has completed the ceremony with Prince Chen, her position is not legitimate. Due to the fact that you have already consummated your marriage, you are permitted to have the position of a secondary consort.
Return immediately and pack the Princess Consort's ceremonial attire and corresponding items to be handed over to the Imperial Household Department. On an appointed day, enter the mansion with the ceremony of a secondary consort.
Furthermore, the Regent Prince is ailing and needs someone to care for him. I recall that when Marquis Lu was in court, he admired you greatly.
Now, I shall entrust his beloved daughter to you. You two must support each other and live a good life."
The saying "joy turns to sorrow" was always applicable, no matter the time.
Lu Qingwan was stunned by the sudden news. She quickly prostrated herself on the ground and began to self-deprecate, "Your Majesty, absolutely not!
Your humble subject is ugly and infamous, and knows nothing of music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. Needlework and handicrafts are even further out of the question.
The Regent Prince is the moon on earth, the immortal in heaven. He is worlds apart from your humble subject. Your humble subject would never dare to aspire to the Regent Prince's level. I beg Your Majesty to retract your command!"
Damn it, she had never bowed so many times in her previous life as she had today. This fraudulent ancient era, she wanted to kill someone!
Emperor Jingyou seemed amused, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Xiwu, what do you say?"
Feng Xiwu was somewhat surprised, but not shocked.
Given Lu Zhenting's status, it was impossible for Lu Qingwan to marry someone from a humble background with low status and prestige.
And among the high officials, there were many factions. No matter who Lu Qingwan married, the balance between the princes would be broken.
Only he would not contend for the throne and would not form cliques. Marquis Lu supporting him would be equivalent to supporting the Emperor.
Therefore, he calmly said, "Imperial Brother's good intentions, this humble brother dare not refuse.
Moreover, this humble brother did not expect that Miss Lu's evaluation of this humble brother would be so high. This humble brother cannot bear to disappoint Miss Lu's kind intentions, so let us listen to Imperial Brother."
This woman, did she think he wouldn't recognize her just because she washed off that ghastly makeup?
The back of Mount Xiangguo, being knocked unconscious, could there be a more coincidental event?
"Lu Qingwan, the legitimate daughter of the Zhaolie Marquis, is dignified and virtuous, kind and prudent. She is specially betrothed to Feng Xiwu, the Regent Prince. The Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Observatory shall jointly prepare for the wedding, to be held on an appointed day!"
"Your Majesty!"
Lu Qingwan was on the verge of despair and stretched out her hand in an "Erkang" gesture.
Emperor Jingyou waved his hand and said, "All of you withdraw. I am tired.
Xiwu, you escort Miss Lu back to her mansion."
Lu Qingwan, having just escaped a wolf's den, had entered a tiger's lair. She was so angry she shut herself down.
She ran out of the imperial palace as if blown by the wind. Feng Xiwu, that malicious fellow, was still there teasing her, "Miss Lu, didn't you sprain your ankle? How are you running so fast now?"
Lu Qingwan: "..."
Hold back, you can't beat this person, smile. "Your Highness, the gate is this way, you can get lost this way!"
To hell with holding back, can a living person be suffocated to death by anger?
Besides, her father was fighting on the front lines. If this scoundrel man had the ability, he should just kill her!
Didn't they say Lu Qingwan was both ugly and difficult? She would be difficult today!
A carriage suddenly flashed before her eyes. Lu Qingwan was startled by the large face that suddenly appeared.
Feng Xiwu, holding her chin, sneered, "You slept with this Prince and now you're playing dumb, Miss Lu is truly forgetful!"
Damn it!
The scoundrel man actually knew!
Without another word, Lu Qingwan turned and fled. She couldn't afford to provoke this scoundrel man, she was outta here!