Twenty days later, the capital was already in front of us.

Feng Yuheng finally let go, and the emperor was relatively safe.

The carriage stopped outside the city gate. Yao raised the curtain and looked out, sighing.

Feng Yuheng patted the dust on her body and comforted her, "Mom, don't be afraid. When you return to the mansion later, we have to talk to my father about the coachman and let him take charge of us."

Feng Zirui also clenched his fists: "Father will definitely punish bad people severely!"

Madam Sun nodded, "If such a servant comes out of the mansion, the master will definitely investigate thoroughly."

Yao waved his hands repeatedly, "You can't cause trouble for your father as soon as you come back. It's a blessing for us to return home safely. The coachman's business... I just said that he fell and died halfway through the road. Don't mention anything else."

"If it was really a coachman who had a tragedy, it would be a blessing. I'm afraid that it wouldn't be able to tolerate us. It's that car

The husband's master." Feng Yuheng's words made Yao and Madam Sun tighten their eyebrows at the same time.

In fact, everyone had some speculations in their minds, but no one was as good as Feng Yuheng's words and then spoke. Madam Sun was a servant, and she was full of joy and thought that her master would live a good life from now on. Although Yao no longer had too many extravagant expectations for the Feng Mansion, she also hoped that the future years would be stable. For them, the matter of the coachman was a thorn in their hearts. She said that she was afraid of trouble and didn't want to mention it again, but in fact she was just deceiving herself.

"Mom, remember, sometimes, endurance cannot be calm for a while, and taking a step back will not necessarily make the sky wide." Feng Yuheng was worried about Yao's personality changing, but he also knew that he could not be anxious now.

Now... she looked up at the official road not far away, and saw a noise gradually rising in the crowd. In the direction they came with, a team was slowly moving towards the city gate surrounded by the people.

The people obviously came prepared. Feng Yuheng's carriage was quickly squeezed into it by the crowd. A large number of people squeezed from the city to the outside of the city with the sound of triumphal horns. After meeting the team, they automatically stood on both sides of the official road.

Some carry flower blues, some carry eggs and grains, some carry wine bowls, and some hold children with tears in their eyes.

Some people even knelt down and kowtowed to the team.

Feng Yuheng looked into the team, but saw a gorgeous car behind the pioneer, guarding the car with a navy blue curtain around it. Four soldiers stood in four corners, wearing heavy armor, holding long blades, and a solemn expression.

The people kowtowed to the cart one after another, and she heard everyone say, "The ninth prince won the battle, which was two years earlier than the emperor's limit. He is our God of War!"

"The ninth prince is thousands of years old and thousands of years old!"

Everyone knelt down, and for a moment, Feng Yuheng's carriage seemed particularly abrupt.

But no one cared too much about them. The ninth prince returned triumphantly, and people were busy cheering and singing, and people kept handing the wine bowl to the soldiers.

But no one has ever answered.

The people were used to it, and they only thought that the military rules were strict. Feng Yuheng found that this vast team could not see the joy of triumph. Even the vanguard officer walking in front was covered in gloomy face.

But it is true that the ninth prince won the battle. She has confirmed this incident many times along the way. The post stations in various places are reporting this great event, and the good news is posted all over the streets.
Chapter completed!