C15 Farewell Yue Jingfeng!

Xiao Yan stood silently on the loft, observing the entire banquet Feng Changge had organized. The decorations were vibrant, with red silk draped around the beams. Despite the budget cuts, there wasn't a single flaw in the birthday celebration preparations. Xiao Yan gripped the wooden railing, feeling discontented. "I really underestimated her. She always pretended to be modest, but now she's showing her true colors."

"Don't worry, Your Highness. The eldest miss won't amount to much," Nanny Du chimed in.

This was Xiao Yan's real concern. She sighed deeply, watching Feng Chang'an elegantly dressed below. "I'm just afraid Chang'an won't be up to the task. She's too impatient. Have you arranged everything I asked?"

"Yes, Your Highness. Everything is set. The second miss will surely shine tonight."

Xiao Yan nodded. She had done everything she could for Feng Chang'an. The path ahead was up to her, and Xiao Yan wouldn't allow any obstacles to mar Feng Chang'an's smooth journey. If there were any... Xiao Yan's gaze fell on Feng Changge.

Suddenly, her eyes sharpened. If there were any, they would be eliminated.

"Eldest Miss, most of the guests have arrived. We're only missing a few."

"Who are we missing? Have you checked the list?"

Biying carefully reviewed the invitations and replied, "Lord Liu, Lord Zhang, and... the Crown Prince, the Third Prince, and the Fifth Prince..."

The Fifth Prince...

With that thought, Feng Changge instinctively looked toward the entrance. Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in her view.

A young man with an exceptional presence, his face as handsome as a jade sculpture, exuding elegance and charm.

But to Feng Changge, he was more than just a memory.

That snowy night, Feng Changge knelt outside the hall, the cold wind howling around her. She sobbed, hoping to see him one more time. "Your Majesty... please believe me. I would never commit such a disgraceful act in the palace! Your Majesty!"

She knelt outside the hall, watching the shadows sway within. Yue Jingfeng and Feng Chang'an were there, sharing quiet moments by the candlelight, their closeness unmistakable.

Under the crabapple tree, he had once promised, "Changge, in this life, I wish to spend it with you alone, hand in hand until we grow old."

"May I be like the stars and you the moon, shining brightly together every night," she had leaned on his shoulder, and he held her close. She believed those words were true, that he loved her, and she loved him in return.

But circumstances changed, and tears flowed before words could be spoken.

While he spent his nights with Feng Chang'an in the palace, she could only read poetry alone until dawn. The nights in the palace were hard to endure. Feng Changge thought she would persevere until she grew old, her hair turning gray.

Yet, fate had other plans.

She endured until her infant son died tragically, her brother was beaten to death in court, and she perished in a fire in the cold palace.

Heaven had not been kind to her, but after tasting life's bitter pains, she was given a chance to be reborn.

Feng Changge looked coldly at the fifth prince, who entered the mansion with the crown prince and Chen Duke. Her gaze was filled with uncontainable resentment and hatred.

Yue Jingfeng, after all the twists and turns, here we meet again. Old friends reunited, I hope you’ve been well.

Do not say a mere piece of paper is light; the weight of separation is heavy to bear.

From the moment the crown prince's entourage entered the mansion, Feng Chang'an never left his side. It was then that Feng Changge realized what she hadn't known before—Yue Jingfeng's eyes had always been on Feng Chang'an.

From the start, she had misplaced her affections, caught in the web Yue Jingfeng had woven for her, unable to escape. He had been using Feng Changge from the beginning, using her connections to the Phoenix Duke Mansion, using her to steal the Nine-dragon Stone Military Tally, using her to overthrow the crown prince, and using her to ascend the throne.

Back then, she naively believed Yue Jingfeng loved her. It wasn't until her death that the love curse was lifted.

Today, Feng Chang'an was dressed in a stunning outfit, a vibrant gown adorned with colorful flowers and flying butterflies. Just that one piece took twelve workers at the brocade workshop nearly two months to complete.

Yue Jingfeng had eyes for Feng Chang'an, but it wasn't clear if she felt the same about him.

Feng Chang'an was determined to become the Crown Prince Consort. Xiao Yan supported her both openly and behind the scenes. The Crown Prince, Yue Jingyun, was known for his lack of virtue. His secure position in the Eastern Palace was not due to the emperor's favor for his talents, but rather because of his mother, the Royal Noble Consort, who was the emperor's favorite.

Feng Changge chose not to approach them, instead sitting at a distance, leisurely savoring a pot of fragrant tea. He watched her from afar, like a gentle breeze brushing past a swaying willow. Her tea-drinking movements were soft and slow, her tea-making skills rivaling those of the palace's tea masters. Yet, he noticed that in the entire Phoenix Duke Mansion, this eldest miss didn't stand out much. Or perhaps, he sensed she was deliberately hiding her brilliance.

Yue Jingchen noticed Feng Changge. Her attire was simple, unlike Feng Chang'an's striking red dress, yet there was something uniquely captivating about her.

"Is she the eldest Miss Feng?" Yue Jingchen asked.

In Feng Chang'an's memory, Yue Jingchen rarely inquired about others, let alone engaged in conversation with her.

"Yes, that's Feng Changge," Feng Chang'an replied simply, picking up a plate of exquisite pastries from the table. She smiled at the Crown Prince and said, "Your Highness, try these. My mother specially brought them from the south."