ASTRP -Chapter 68 The Prince Personally Serves Feng Jingge

“Your Highness, behaving like this makes me suspect you have improper intentions toward me.”

Xiao Jinghan glanced at Feng Jingge. “You’re saying I have improper intentions toward myself?”

Feng Jingge: “……”

This was exactly what it meant to bring humiliation upon oneself.

Xiao Jinghan casually dressed Feng Jingge, making her feel both flattered and startled. She quickly raised her hands in refusal. “Your Highness, I’ll do it myself, I’ll do it myself.”

“I’m dressing myself. Do you have an objection?”

Feng Jingge: “……”

She obediently sat still and let him help her.

Before long, the clothes were properly worn. Then she moved to the dressing table.

Doing a hairstyle required both hands. Her left shoulder and back were injured, making it difficult even to raise her arm, let alone style her hair.

So…

She might as well sit still.

Feng Jingge sat in front of the bronze mirror while Xiao Jinghan stood behind her. His eyes lowered slightly as his long fingers swiftly arranged her hair.

This scene gave her a strange illusion—like a newlywed couple, where the wife combs the husband’s hair…

“Done.”

Xiao Jinghan’s cool voice rang out.

She snapped back to reality and saw in the mirror that she was wearing a jade crown, elegant and refined—comparable to an immortal from a painting.

Two words: breathtaking.

After that, she handled washing up and breakfast on her own.

After hurriedly finishing breakfast, Feng Jingge set off for the morning court.

At the door, Xiao Jinghan personally escorted her to the entrance of the residence. Only after watching her board the carriage did he turn back.

As usual, the first thing upon entering the palace was meeting the young emperor.

In the young emperor’s sleeping hall, he had already finished getting ready and was waiting for her.

When he saw her enter, his eyes lit up and he walked over, calling sweetly, “Imperial Uncle.”

Feng Jingge’s gaze briefly swept across his face.

The bruises from the beating were gone, and there was a smile between his brows. However, a faint trace of fear still lingered in his eyes.

Mm… progress. At least he no longer reacted with outright terror the moment he saw her.

It seemed those little brats had been useful.

Take it slow—it had only been two days.

The young emperor spoke again, “Imperial Uncle, are you feeling unwell?”

“You don’t look very good. Should I have the imperial physician come take a look?”

“No need.” Feng Jingge coldly refused. “It’s almost time. Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

—

Hall of Supreme Harmony

Feng Jingge glanced at the pile of memorials in front of her.

These were the “useless memorials” she had deliberately sorted out during the last review.

She called out, “Eunuch Chen.”

Her voice drew immediate tension from the officials below. Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

Based on past experience, whenever the regent spoke first at morning court, someone was about to suffer.

The only question was—who?

Eunuch Chen respectfully replied, “This servant is here.”

Feng Jingge looked at the memorials but hadn’t even spoken when Eunuch Chen already understood and cautiously asked, “Your Highness, are you asking to distribute these memorials?”

Memorials? Distribute memorials at court?

The officials exchanged confused looks.

Normally, reviewed memorials were returned—but never distributed during court.

Was the Prince trying something new? Or were these memorials problematic?

Eunuch Chen quickly stepped forward, took the memorials, and was about to distribute them.

Feng Jingge frowned. “Eunuch Chen.”

He paused and turned back.

“Stand there. Read out the names. Whoever is called comes forward to receive theirs.”

“Yes.”

Eunuch Chen stood on the steps, lowered his gaze, and checked the first name.

“Grand Minister of Rites, Yang Li.”

The named official instantly became the center of attention.

His face turned pale in an instant, his body trembling as he dropped to his knees.

“Your Highness! I have served for over ten years and have never done anything against my conscience!”

“I truly do not know what mistake I have made. If Your Highness intends to execute me, at least let me die with clarity!”

The young emperor’s heart tightened. He clutched his sleeves nervously.

Is Imperial Uncle going to kill again?

Feng Jingge: “……”

“Did I say I was going to kill you?”

“???”

Feng Jingge sneered. “If you truly were as upright as you claim, would you be terrified by a single memorial?”

The official wanted to cry.

Wasn’t it because the Prince was notoriously unpredictable and killed without warning?

But of course, he didn’t dare say that out loud.

He reluctantly stepped forward, took the memorial, and was about to leave.

“Did I allow you to go down?”

He froze.

“What you’re going to do is read it out loud,” Feng Jingge said coldly.

The hall immediately filled with varied expressions—some amused, some sympathetic, but most were simply enjoying the show.

The official opened the memorial with trembling hands. His face changed the moment he saw its contents.

Still, he had no choice but to read it.

“Yesterday the weather turned cold. Has Your Majesty noticed? Please take care to add clothing and avoid catching a chill. Respectfully submitted, Yang Li.”

“…I’ve finished, Your Highness.”

“Go stand aside.”

“Yes.”

—

One by one, officials stepped forward, read their memorials, and stood aside.

The contents were mostly trivial—greetings to the emperor, reminders to wear warmer clothes, or even recommendations for food and daily life.

At first, the young emperor didn’t understand Feng Jingge’s intention.

But as more and more memorials were read, he gradually understood—and a trace of anger began to form in his heart.

“Left Deputy Minister of the Secretariat, Feng Qianyong!”

Feng Jingge narrowed her eyes.

The real show had arrived.

She looked up and noticed that this Feng Qianyong resembled Feng Qiancheng from the Feng family.

Could they be brothers?

Just as the thought arose, she noticed Feng Qiancheng peeking nervously from the officials’ ranks.

Interesting.

There was definitely something going on between those two.

Feng Qianyong received the memorial and began performing.

“March 12th, travel record of Moonlight Tower…”

Unlike the others, his tone was dramatic and passionate, rising and falling as if he were performing a play.

He was completely absorbed and failed to notice that several officials in the hall had already turned pale.

The atmosphere in the Hall of Supreme Harmony grew increasingly oppressive.