The Empress Wants a Divorce Every Day

Han Moyao was anxious to handle the matters of the Fifth Princess, so he impatiently spoke: “Speak, what is it?”

Feng Qing frowned slightly and said: “This matter is too important, may I speak with the Commander alone?”

Han Moyao was annoyed, glaring coldly at Feng Qing. Feng Qing immediately looked at Han Moyao and mouthed silently.

Commander, have you forgotten the night at Prince Yong Mansion when I helped you?

Han Moyao was slightly taken aback, frowning as he looked at Feng Qing. Suddenly, his heart sank, for being so close, he recognized Feng Qing.

Feng Qing, the main wife of Prince Yong, whom he had kidnapped that night, planning to use her as a bargaining chip for his survival.

Initially, he thought since his face was covered, Feng Qing wouldn’t recognize him. But who knew she would? If Rong Ling found out, he would be doomed.

Han Moyao’s dark eyes suddenly turned grim, and a murderous intent emerged, directed straight at Feng Qing.

Feng Qing saw at once that Commander Han had murderous intent, but she wasn’t afraid of him. She just looked at Han Moyao with a faint smile: “May I speak with Commander Han alone?”

At this moment, Han Moyao couldn’t be bothered with the Fifth Princess. He was more concerned about what Feng Qing intended, knowing she would risk exposing herself to meet him for something significant.

“Alright.”

Han Moyao was the first to mount his horse and ride off to the side. Someone behind called out: “Commander Han, what about the Fifth Princess?”

“Wait a moment, it will be quick.”

Behind him, Feng Qing quickly jogged to catch up with Han Moyao’s horse, and the two soon avoided the people behind them.

When Han Moyao saw there was no one around, he jumped off the horse and rushed towards Feng Qing.

At the same time, he reached out his hand, aiming to strangle Feng Qing’s neck.

Feng Qing’s fingers moved, holding a packet of medicinal powder, and raised it towards Han Moyao: “If Commander Han doesn’t want this hand, you can try.”

She didn’t want to be strangled again. She never forgot how Rong Ling had strangled her before. At that time, she had just arrived and had nothing, so she was at his mercy.

Now she had prepared plenty of self-defense medicine. If anyone dared to lay a hand on her again, she wouldn’t be polite.

A fleeting malicious light flashed in Feng Qing’s eyes, and Han Moyao’s hand suddenly stopped.

This woman had used several silver needles to neutralize the drug in his body before, proving her remarkable medical skills. If he acted, she could indeed damage his hand, and without it, his position as Commander would end.

Han Moyao withdrew his hand and glared fiercely at Feng Qing, shouting in a deep voice: “What does Princess Consort Yong want me to do?”

Approaching him at the risk of exposure meant she definitely had something important for him.

Feng Qing lightly clapped her hands, complimenting: “Commander is indeed smart. Yes, I do have something I need your help with.”

As she spoke, she put away the packet in her hand, looked at Han Moyao, and said: “I want to leave Prince Yong Mansion, but the Prince doesn’t agree, so I plan to fake my death. Thus, I request Commander to help make others think I’m dead.”

Han Moyao thought he heard wrong. Leaving Prince Yong Mansion, he must have misheard. Yes, he misheard.

The position of Princess Consort Yong is coveted by so many in the Capital City. How could anyone not want to be Princess Consort Yong and even want to fake death to leave?

While Han Moyao was still in a daze, Feng Qing spoke again: “Will the Commander help me? I remember I saved you once, and you wouldn’t be ungrateful and unwilling to repay me, right?”