Lu Qingwan hadn't even said anything when Feng Xiwu suddenly sprang up.
He looked at Lu Qingwan nervously. "That place, Feng Qingheng doesn't know about it, does he?"
His sudden question and overly anxious demeanor made Lu Qingwan pause for a moment before realizing he was referring to the spatial laboratory.
Lu Qingwan shook her head without hesitation. "Of course not! We only brought you and me in when we had no other choice. Would I be crazy to let Feng Qingheng know about that place?"
Feng Xiwu was also flustered by worry. Hearing Lu Qingwan's words, he realized he had been too hasty. He sat back down, his brows still furrowed. "If he doesn't know about that place, how could he possibly know the origin of those things?"
"Xie Shiyu must have told him something. But things are dead, and people are alive. As long as we don't panic, I can talk my way out of it even if Xie Shiyu were standing in front of me. As for Feng Qingheng, he was probably just trying to bluff me. If I had panicked and rushed to shut him up, then he would have succeeded."
Lu Qingwan placed her hand on Feng Xiwu's shoulder, signaling him to calm down. She then handed Teng Snake and a pill to Li Jin. "Go back and tell Feng Qingheng I won't see him. Have Meng Sheng give him this medicine. Don't keep any of Feng Qingheng's people around him. The Prince and I will be there shortly."
Li Jin sensed the seriousness of the situation from his Prince's dark expression. He took Teng Snake and the pill and quietly withdrew.
Feng Xiwu looked at Lu Qingwan with deep concern. "Are you sure there's no problem?"
Lu Qingwan countered, "Even if he reveals everything, I'm still the same Lu Qingwan. What problem could there be?" If she hadn't experienced it herself, Lu Qingwan wouldn't have believed in transmigration. With Feng Qingheng's limited experience, even with ten more brains, he wouldn't be able to come up with such a bizarre event. Xie Shiyu might guess, but first, who would believe the concept of borrowing a corpse to return a soul? Second, she herself had transmigrated. Lu Qingwan believed Xie Shiyu wouldn't be so foolish as to implicate herself to help Feng Qingheng.
Seeing Lu Qingwan's apparent confidence, Feng Xiwu didn't press further. "Then why were you going to Bai Xing Lin...?" He hadn't forgotten that Lu Qingwan had told Li Jin she was going to Bai Xing Lin.
"Feng Qingheng is in a hurry for me to treat him. Firstly, he might have heard something and wants to test me. Secondly, the news of the Emperor's celebration banquet has likely spread. He's injured and bruised, and it would be unsightly to attend the banquet. In all of Shangjing, only I can restore him to normal in such a short time. If he can't ask me directly, he has to resort to threats. That's all Feng Qingheng is capable of."
Feng Xiwu watched her calmly analyze Feng Qingheng's motives, exuding an air of unshakeable composure. He playfully teased her, "You haven't even seen Prince Jing yet. How do you know he's covered in injuries and bruised?"
Lu Qingwan: ...That scoundrel has betrayed me! With him by her side, her mind was always unconsciously relaxed. Was this the first time she had slipped up? Her eyes darted around. "You saw the chaos yesterday. What advantage could Feng Qingheng's mediocre martial arts gain against me and the Xuanjia Army? Bruised and injured is only natural, isn't it?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she nervously stood up. "Let's go. I need to see what else that scumbag Feng Qingheng can come up with at Bai Xing Lin!" Fearing Feng Xiwu would ask more questions about Feng Qingheng's injuries, Lu Qingwan hurried away with her short legs.
Feng Xiwu followed her, suppressing a smile. Li Su hurriedly caught up. "Your Highness, Your Consort, aren't you eating?"
"Leave it. We'll eat when we get back," Lu Qingwan called back, already out of Tong Mu Yuan.
With Li Jin and Li Yang punished, the driver's seat fell to Li Qing. As the carriage rumbled off, Feng Xiwu suddenly asked Li Qing, "Have you been paying attention to Prince Ning lately?"
A person long overlooked was suddenly mentioned, and Li Qing had to search through a vast intelligence system to find some information about Prince Ning. "Reporting to Your Highness, after Prince Ning was confined, his supporters scattered. Now, only his personal guard Ning Hao, his concubine Yao Shi, and his wet nurse Han Shi are serving him. My subordinates have been monitoring Prince Ning's residence, and so far, no one has been found to have contacted Prince Ning."
The answer was as expected, and Feng Xiwu's expression remained unchanged. Lu Qingwan, however, was somewhat surprised. "Why did you suddenly think of asking about Prince Ning?" This typical cannon fodder, if Feng Xiwu hadn't asked today, she would have almost forgotten that the Great Qian royal family had such a prince.
Feng Xiwu's dark eyes looked at her. "It's nothing. I just suddenly remembered that although Prince Ning has been demoted to a commoner, he is still a member of the Great Qian royal family, and his children can inherit the throne. Don't you always say not to put all your eggs in one basket? If Prince Ning can continue his lineage, wouldn't we not have to reluctantly groom Feng Qingheng's child?"
Their original plan was to have Feng Qingheng produce an heir for Great Qian, then support that child to ascend the throne, replacing Feng Qingheng. This would neither violate Emperor Baoyou's and the late Empress Dowager's dying wishes nor avenge Lu Qingwan. It was a last resort, but who could guarantee that the child wouldn't seek revenge for his father when he grew up? However, if Prince Ning's child ascended the throne, it would be different. Lu Qingwan and Feng Xiwu had no personal grudges against Prince Ning. If it worked, Prince Ning would likely treat them as saviors.
Lu Qingwan's eyes lit up visibly. She excitedly cupped Feng Xiwu's cheeks and rubbed them like petting a dog. "You're such a genius! Why didn't you tell me such a brilliant idea earlier?" She squeezed into Feng Xiwu's embrace excitedly. "But if that's the case, shouldn't we give some of the beautiful women prepared for Feng Qingheng to Prince Ning? I still need to continue treating Prince Ning's illness. And that concubine, she's still with Prince Ning even now. She must truly love him. If they can have a son or daughter, I'll be accumulating merit, won't I?"
Her chattering voice filled his ears. Feng Xiwu dotingly let Lu Qingwan mess with his face. He held her waist and coaxed her, "This is just a backup plan. No one knows who will have an heir first, Prince Ning or Prince Chen. Don't get too happy too soon, lest you end up disappointed."
Lu Qingwan's eyes were firm, and her tone was serious. "Impossible. My luck has always been very good. I believe heaven won't be so cruel to me. It must be Prince Ning who has an heir first. As for Feng Qingheng, even if he does, it'll probably be him becoming a father unexpectedly..."