
Seeing Feng Muqing looking exhausted, Yu Qingfeng spoke, "We still have a bit to travel before reaching the capital. Miss Feng, you can rest for a moment."
Feng Muqing lifted the curtain of the carriage to look at the sky and asked, "How much longer to the capital?"
She hoped there was still time.
"Roughly an hour."
Feng Muqing nodded and leaned against the carriage wall, closing her eyes to organize the jumbled memories in her mind.
This was a place called Nebula, with the Beiyi Kingdom at its center, surrounded by many other nations. During childhood, everyone would use spirit stones to test their spiritual roots, selecting the most talented among them to attend academies.
Spiritual roots are divided into five types: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. They're further classified into seven stages: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Tribulation Crossing, and Mahayana. Each stage has seven levels.
The spiritual energy of this continent was decent. While it couldn't compare to her original world, it was respectable for a land without gods.
For some reason, very few cultivators on this vast continent could reach the Nascent Soul Stage, let alone progress beyond the Soul Transformation Stage.
The original owner of this body had a tough life and only had a vague understanding of these matters.
I should find someone to ask about this.
Once, she was the top revered deity, but now she had to start all over again.
Feng Muqing activated her spiritual power to inspect her own spiritual vein and frowned deeply.
When the original body tested her spiritual roots, she was judged to have none and couldn't cultivate. Now, inside her, there was only a small white cluster.
What is this?
Feng Muqing's index and middle fingers quietly pressed against her pulse.
She had been poisoned!
And it's been in her body for ten years!
Feng Muqing sighed silently. The original owner of this body was merely a powerless young woman. Who could have been so ruthless?
While Feng Muqing was lost in her thoughts, Yu Qingfeng, who was sitting beside her, assessed the situation discreetly.
It seems the Regent's Manor will be lively today. Unfortunately, as a hostage prince from another country, he couldn't blatantly join in the fun.
It was said that this Feng Muqing was nothing more than a useless person, but now it seemed that her reputation might not match reality.
The capital was no longer peaceful.
The noise of the crowd woke Feng Muqing from her meditation. She took a deep breath, instantly alert.
"Can you take me to the Regent's Manor?"
The original owner didn't know where the Regent's Manor was, so she had to ask Yu Qingfeng for help, especially given the pressing time.
Yu Qingfeng, without any surprise, turned his head and ordered the carriage driver outside. "Head to East Street."
The grand gate was covered in celebratory red silk. Even the majestic stone lions outside the manor were adorned with huge red flowers.
Inside the Regent's Manor, it was festive with laughter and joy, indicating the liveliness of the event.
The master of ceremonies, with a smile on his face, enthusiastically announced to the newlyweds.
"Bow to the heavens and earth!"
"Bow to the high hall!"
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
"Entering the…"
"Wait!"
Just as the ceremony was about to be completed, a sharp voice interrupted.
Everyone turned to see a woman dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, her hair in disarray. She seemed slightly disheveled.
The guests began to whisper among themselves.
Who was this madwoman who dared to intrude into the Regent's Manor and interrupt the ceremony?
It was Feng Muqing who had rushed over.
Thankfully, she made it in time.
Feng Muqing sighed in relief.
Jun Ruye raised his eyes to glance at the woman standing at the entrance. He noted her missing hairpin and her disorderly state, but her clear eyes were captivating.
Feng Muqing approached Jun Ruye gracefully.
The man before her was strikingly handsome, with narrow phoenix eyes that looked colder beneath his sharp eyebrows, perfectly structured nose and lips, adding to his elegance.
His vibrant red robe couldn't hide his natural dignity and cool demeanor. Unfortunately, his legs seemed disabled, making the dark wheelchair stand out.
"How dare you, intruder! You dare to break into the Regent's Manor? Surrender now!" The guards of the Regent's Manor sprung into action, emitting a hint of killing intent.
"What, the mighty Regent doesn't recognize his own princess?"
Feng Muqing remained unflustered, her fox-like eyes steadfastly staring at the man on the wheelchair.
He was the famed Regent - Jun Ruye.
No one else mattered. If she could pull the influential Jun Ruye into her camp, things would be much smoother in the future.
But she didn't have time to think about that now.
First, she had to address the immediate situation.
The sudden remark left the guests in the room shocked and bewildered, their gazes shifting between Jun Ruye and Feng Muqing.
What on earth was happening?
Did they find out some shocking secret?
Could this lead to the Regent finding a reason to execute them?
The crowd couldn't help but feel curious, and at the same time, they were filled with dread, fearing that today might be the end of their lives.
Upon hearing this, Jun Ruye raised an eyebrow.
He had never been fond of this marriage in the first place. Now that someone was causing trouble, it was just what he wanted.
But what did she mean by that?
Jun Ruye was puzzled. He looked at Feng Muqing, but neither of them spoke first.
Ahem.
Feng Muqing was the first to look away, pretending to clear her throat. "I am Feng Muqing, the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Feng."
Whoosh.
The crowd turned their gaze to Feng Muqing, looking at her with surprise.
So, this was the rumored waste?
Seeing was better than hearing a hundred times.
Ignoring the crowd's gaze, Feng Muqing looked at the woman beside Jun Ruye who was wearing a red bridal veil, and clicked her tongue in amazement.
If she wasn't sharp-eyed, she would have thought the woman was completely indifferent.
Look at that, the cuffs of her wedding dress were crumpled from being squeezed.
"Hey, impositor bride, why don't you hurry up and lift that veil so everyone can see? Pretending to be the future Princess Regent is quite rare."
As Feng Muqing spoke, all eyes turned to the silent bride.
Moments later, a pair of delicate hands slowly lifted the red veil, revealing the face hidden underneath.
Oh.
Feng Muqing's eyebrows raised slightly, a mischievous smile curling on her lips.
It seems they were well-prepared.
Of course, it was an imperial marriage decree after all; they couldn't openly defy it.
The woman before them had an exceedingly ordinary face, one that would go unnoticed in a crowd.
Feng Muqing had never left the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it was also the first time for the crowd to see her real appearance. For a moment, they didn't know whom to believe.
Jun Ruye's pondering eyes shifted between the two brides, his gaze deep.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed past, Feng Muqing's nose twitched, and her eyes instantly brightened.
"Do you have anything to say?"
The woman's eyes were downcast, and she sobbed softly. "Miss, why are you causing a scene at my wedding?"
Her gentle voice tugged at everyone's heartstrings, making them sympathize with the woman.
Even though she looked average, her figure and voice were outstanding.
"It seems you are determined to deny everything."
As the words fell, Feng Muqing channeled her internal energy and in an instant rushed toward the woman.
All the crowd saw was a fleeting shadow.
"Ah!"
The woman's scream almost shattered everyone's eardrums.
Following the sound, they saw Feng Muqing holding the woman's shoulder tightly with one hand, while swiftly sliding her other hand across the woman's face. In an instant, the woman now bore a familiar face to the crowd.
"Feng Wanwan, my half-sister, are you trying to defy the imperial decree?"
Feng Muqing toyed with the delicate mask in her hand and sneered. "Such poor quality."
She casually tossed the mask onto Jun Ruye, who was watching the drama unfold nearby.


