Twenty days later, the capital city was already in sight.

  Feng Yu Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief, under the emperor's feet was relatively safe.

  The carriage stopped outside the city gate, and Ms. Yao lifted the curtain to look out, sighing sorrowfully.

  Feng Yu comforted her, patting the dust off her clothes: "Mother, don't be afraid. Once we get back to the manor, we'll have to tell Father about what happened with that carriage driver and let him handle it."

  Feng Zi Rui also clenched her small fist: "Father will definitely severely punish the bad people!"

  The old lady nodded, "With such a servant appearing in the mansion, the master will definitely conduct a thorough investigation."

  "Can't cause trouble for your father as soon as we get back, it's already a blessing that we can return to the manor safely. As for the carriage driver... just say he died in an accident on the way, and let's not mention anything else."

  "If it's really just a trivial matter caused by the driver, then that would be fortunate. What I'm afraid can't tolerate us is that carriage."

  The master of the husband." Feng Yu Huan's one sentence made Yao Shi and Sun Nian Nian simultaneously frown.

  Actually, everyone had already made several guesses in their hearts, but no one dared to say it out loud like Feng Yu Heng. Sun Mama was a servant, and with a happy heart, she thought that her master would be able to live a good life from now on. Yao Shi, although no longer having high hopes for the Feng manor, also looked forward to a stable future. The matter of the carriage driver was a thorn in the hearts of these few people, saying they were afraid of trouble and did not want to mention it again, but in reality, they were just deceiving themselves.

  "Daughter, remember that sometimes enduring for a moment may not bring calm waters and retreating a step does not necessarily mean a vast sky." Feng Yu was thinking of changing Yao Shi's temperament, but also knew that she couldn't rush things now.

  Now... she raised her eyes to look at the official road not far away, and saw that among the crowd, a commotion was rising, in the direction they had come from, there was a team slowly moving towards the city gate under the surrounding of the people.

  The common people were obviously well-prepared, and Feng Yu Heng's carriage was soon surrounded by the crowd. A large number of people squeezed out from the city to the outside along with the sound of the triumphant horn, and when they met the team, they automatically stood on both sides of the official road.

  Some carried flower baskets, some carried chicken eggs and food, some brought wine cups, and others held children with tears in their eyes.

  Even more people knelt down and started kowtowing towards the troops.

  Feng Yu Huan looked towards that team, but saw behind the vanguard who opened the way, a luxurious carriage was being heavily protected. The carriage was surrounded by cyan-colored curtains on all sides, with four generals standing at each corner, wearing heavy armor and holding long blades, their faces solemn.

  The common people rushed to the carriage, knocking their heads, and she heard everyone saying: "The Ninth Prince won a great victory, two years earlier than the deadline set by the Emperor, he is our Great Shun's god of war!"

  "Long live the ninth prince for thousands and thousands of years!"

  Everyone knelt down, and for a moment, Feng Yu's carriage stood out even more.

  But no one paid much attention to them, the ninth prince returned triumphantly, and people were busy cheering and singing, with civilians constantly handing wine bowls to the soldiers.

  But never saw anyone receive it.

  The common people were also used to it, thinking that the military rules were strict. However, Feng Yuexian discovered that this majestic and mighty army, where could they see the triumphant joy, even the vanguard officer walking in front was with a gloomy face.

  It is a fact that the Ninth Prince won a great victory, and this matter has been confirmed many times along the way. The post stations all over the place are spreading the news of this great joy, and the good news is posted all over the streets.

  No joy is like another; every affair has its own reason.

  She looked again in the direction of the carriage, and her eyes were filled with more inquiry. Coincidentally, as the carriage passed by, a strong gust of wind blew over, lifting the curtain on the window.

  There was a face behind the curtain, wearing a golden mask that covered everything from the nose down to the forehead. The only opening was at the spot between the eyebrows, where a small hole revealed a faint purple color.

  Feng Yu Huan subconsciously stood up in the carriage, staring blankly at the curtain opposite her as it was blown open and closed again by the wind. She pressed her hand to her mouth, her breathing becoming uneven.

  The three members of the Yao family also got out of the carriage, thinking that she was just having a normal reaction to seeing such a grand scene for the first time, and didn't ask much. But Feng Yu Heng's heart had suddenly stirred up a huge storm when she saw that purple figure.

  It's him!