Chapter 162: Protected by the Emperor’s Qi

No.

Feng Sheng, who was so vile he didn’t spare even Xuetang’s corpse, would never allow Feng Xuetang to bear another man’s child.

“Xuetang’s lie was a last resort.” Yun Ting wiped her tears. Back then, Feng Xuetang had suffered insult, was pregnant, and had to separate from General Nangong. Xuetang, the purest woman, had seen the dirtiest side of humanity.

“Hahaha, Yun Ting, you think you can deceive me? It’s impossible. Yun Hui is not Feng Xuetang’s son, so he naturally cannot be mine.”

Yun Ting found it ridiculous. Was Feng Sheng mad?

“Xuetang was cut open by enemies to steal the child. Our child was taken away. You brought a sickly child to pretend to be my son? It’s impossible! I tell you, my son must still be alive because Di Li’s fate is intertwined with my son’s.

If Di Li is alive, my son cannot be dead. You almost deceived me. I know you want to know Di Li’s origins. I can tell you, but you must bring my son to see me! I want to be reunited with my son and hear him call me ‘Father.’”

Yun Ting frowned. “Enemies?”

“The person who secretly swapped my child. I will find out who it is and never let them go.”

“Ridiculous. Xuetang had no enemies. She cut open her own belly and took out the child herself.”

“…What?”

“You’re suspicious and ruthless by nature. She couldn’t hide from you. What if you found out the child was born full-term?”

Given Feng Sheng’s nature, he would have suspected. Discovering Yun Hui was not his child, Feng Sheng would never keep him.

“Xuetang was killed by enemies during childbirth.” Feng Sheng did not believe it.

That day, when they arrived in the capital, Xuetang went into labor, and he was sent out to find a midwife, while he waited in a carriage at the ruined temple.

When he returned, Xuetang had already died, her belly cut open.

The child… was missing.

Later, his investigation revealed Yun Ting had taken Xuetang’s child.

He had always planned that once Feng Xuetang had taken Concubine Hui’s place and avenged Feng country, Xuetang would become the empress, and Yun Hui would be the crown prince. He would use the entire nation’s resources to cure his child.

“Your Majesty,” Yun Ting took out a blood-stained letter from her waist and handed it to the tyrant.

[This letter is the token Feng Xuetang gave to Yun Ting. It contains Yun Hui’s background and also the Third Prince’s background.]

“Your Majesty, this letter was taken from the token Feng Xuetang gave me,” Yun Ting said, holding it up. It was found in the small garment that had wrapped Yun Hui as a child.

Fortunately, after leaving the Marquis’s residence, Yun Ting had brought all of Yun Hui’s childhood belongings with her, intending to leave him a memento. She hadn’t expected to find a letter among them.

The letter was old, and the ink had blurred a bit from dampness, but it was still legible.

The letter was written by Feng Xuetang before she entered the capital.

It clearly detailed Yun Hui’s origins from twenty years ago, and it even mentioned Di Li…

Yun Ting spat at Feng Sheng disdainfully. “Back then, on the way to the capital, Feng Xuetang was unwell and had a miscarriage threat. The doctor told her she might face difficulties during childbirth.”

Feng Sheng was stunned.

This was indeed true.

How could Yun Ting know this?

“Feng Xuetang had some medical knowledge. When she realized she would have a difficult childbirth and her life was in danger, she sent you away and personally cut open her belly to take out the child, handing him to me.”

Feng Xuetang, knowing her time was short and not wanting both her and her child to die, fought desperately to protect Yun Hui.

First, it was a final request to avoid arousing Feng Sheng’s suspicion.

Second, she arranged everything clearly for Yun Hui and Di Li, anticipating that Feng Sheng would not harm the two children.

“You harmed Feng Xuetang, so she naturally had to kill your most beloved person, making you watch her being cut open, to ignite the hatred in your heart, making you spend these years searching for a non-existent enemy.

She made you believe your son was Yun Hui, and for Yun Hui’s sake, you chose to bring Di Li into the palace.

This was the best arrangement Feng Xuetang could make for the two children.”

Feng Sheng was astonished, suddenly recalling the past.

Back then, on their way to the capital, they had met an old monk at a temple. They stayed there, and the monk pointed to the child in Feng Xuetang’s womb, saying that the child was of immense value, a star descended from the Purple Energy, and would surely become a ruler of many if blessed by imperial luck.

However, the child might suffer from illness and great disaster in the future, making it difficult to reach adulthood.

Overjoyed, Feng Sheng asked the monk how to resolve this.

The monk only invited Feng Xuetang into the Buddhist hall.

What they talked about, Feng Sheng did not know.

The letter detailed everything, including Di Li’s background.

The monk had given Feng Xuetang a newborn child.

“This child is a puppet fate. In the mortal world, his life will be short like your child’s. He needs to enter the palace and be protected by imperial qi to be safe. If the lady can help this child, it will bring blessings to both you and the child in your womb.”

When Feng Xuetang came out, she was holding a child. She told Feng Sheng what the monk had said, but she deceived him by adding one sentence.

“This child, with a puppet fate, is bound with the destiny of our child. He can ward off disasters for our child, so if he is well, our child will be well.”

Feng Sheng remembered this sentence. The next day, when they arrived in the capital, Feng Xuetang gave birth and took the child, Di Li, with her.

After Feng Xuetang’s death, Feng Sheng learned that Yun Hui was being raised by Yun Ting. To protect Yun Hui, he sought ways to get Di Li into the palace.

He never cared about Di Li.

He only saw Di Li as a pawn.

“You used me! Feng Xuetang, you manipulated me so much.” Feng Sheng pounded his chest and stomped his feet in rage, spitting blood repeatedly.

All his schemes had been manipulated by Feng Xuetang.

Back then, only he and Feng Xuetang knew where Di Li came from. It was not easy to get Di Li into the royal family.

Feng Xuetang had planned every step.

[Feng Xuetang was truly benevolent. In a way, she saved the Third Prince.]

[Even without Yun Hui, Feng Xuetang’s nature would not have allowed her to see someone die without helping.]

Di Li and Yun Hui looked silently at the grotesque body in the ice coffin.

She was fierce and intelligent but did not live long.

[In fact, this was the fate of a deposed princess, born in turbulent times. All deposed princesses face a difficult fate.]

[Thinking about it, I am also a deposed princess. If my father had believed the old charlatan, I would be gone now, and my mother would have died of depression. My father was wise not to trust the charlatan. It was truly a close call.]

The tyrant looked down, shocked, at the little girl.

A deep shock resonated in his heart.

If he had listened to the charlatans and believed their deceit, the Tiansheng Dynasty might have been in chaos by now.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, there was Ah Bao.

The tyrant picked up Ah Bao, feeling an overwhelming sense of tenderness.

“Yun Hui is her son; she wanted to save him. But Di Li was not, so why did she scheme against me for Di Li?” Feng Sheng could not understand, pounding his head on the ground.