If He Went There He Would be Courting His Own Death

There were many cool ice cubes inside the Zhaoyang Palace. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a trace of coolness, and it was much more comfortable than outside.

Seeing Feng Qingying enter, Feng Qingyun, who was originally sitting down, personally went up to him, "Xiao Ying, what happened to Xiao Yu? I haven't seen him enter the palace for the past few days, the emperor said that Xiao Yu's body is unwell and is on leave, why haven't I heard of him from any of you?"

"Xiao Yu is indeed not feeling well, he will be fine after a while, don't worry big sister."

Feng Qingying held Feng Qingyun's hand and entered the room.

"With you, I'll be at ease. Oh right, Qing Qing, have you heard about Yang An?"

Feng Qingying nodded his head, "This matter has spread, everyone in the capital knows about it."