The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story Chapter 463: Seduction (4)

Chapter 463: Seduction (4)

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Feng Yang asked again, “How did these t.i.tles come about?”

Wei Jiaoniang was like a student who had been asked a question by her master. She obediently replied, “They are all heroes who followed Emperor Taizu in establis.h.i.+ng the country.”

“The first generation Marquis of lining, Lan Huayun, originally served under my great-great-grandfather, Wei Ding. My great-great-grandfather recognized his talents and recommended him to Emperor Taizu. Lan Huayun achieved numerous military successes and rose through the ranks. Later, he marched north and conquered Qi, pacifying the northwest and earning the t.i.tle of Marquis of Jining.”

“The first Marquis Ji’an, Xu Bing, was originally one of the leaders of the White Turban Army, but there was endless internal strife in the White Turban Army camp. Xu Bing angrily left the White Turban Army and led a ioo,ooo-strong army to turn to Emperor Taizu to resolutely hand over these 100,000 troops to show his loyalty. With his submission, Emperor Taizu could defeat the King of Nanyang and take down Yuzhou.”

Speaking of this exciting history, Wei Jiaoniang was also extremely excited.

Feng Yang raised her hand to indicate to Wei Jiaoniang that there was no need to continue. She said indifferently, “Emperor Taizu set a rule back then. No one can be conferred a t.i.tle unless they have military merits. No one can be given a t.i.tle unless it’s specially ordered.”

“A mere marquis?” Feng Yang repeated these words and raised her eyebrows at Wei Jiaoniang.

Her tone was neither light nor heavy. It was quite calm, but it naturally exuded a dignified aura that made people respect her.

Wei Jiaoniang looked a little ashamed. She lowered her eyes slightly and was too embarra.s.sed to look at Feng Yang.

She was the legitimate daughter of Imperial Duke Wei’s Mansion and enjoyed the glory brought about by the marquis t.i.tle. Others could say this, but she couldn’t.

Feng Yang said meaningfully, “A n.o.ble t.i.tle is the foundation of a n.o.ble.”

Especially the elevation of women to n.o.ble t.i.tles was an aspiration that Emperor Taizu held throughout his life but was unable to achieve.

There were some ripples in Feng Yang’s eyes as she recalled some words that Emperor Taizu had said to her many years ago.

Wei Jiaoniang bit her cherry lips slightly, feeling anxious.

The t.i.tle is so important. Will Grandpa really compromise?

She craned her neck and looked in the direction Imperial Duke Wei and the others had left until the figure in front disappeared among the pa.s.sersby.

She was a little uneasy and didn’t even notice that Feng Yang had personally poured her tea. She absent-mindedly downed the barley tea in her cup.

Feng Yang smiled in amus.e.m.e.nt and clapped twice.

Clap! Clap!

Soon, a 25-year-old secret guard in an ordinary green robe walked out of the alley beside him and walked straight to Feng Yang to standby.

Feng Yang instructed simply, “Follow her and enter the palace to take a look.”

The secret guard received the order and rode a brown horse to chase after Imperial Duke Wei and the others.

Feng Yang had also watched Wei Jiaoniang grow up. Imperial Duke Wei’s Mansion had always been close to the royal family. To her, Wei Jiaoniang was like Chu Yi, a junior in her family.

Feng Yang smiled brightly and said, “What’s the hurry, Jiaoniang? Your anxious temper is the same as your grandmother’s when she was young.”

“That’s not right either. Your grandmother only learned to put on an act after beating your father, uncle, and the others. Sometimes, you’re still like this when you’re anxious.”

Feng Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

Gu Yanfei also snickered. She recalled how energetic Imperial d.u.c.h.ess Wei of the Tianyin Pavilion was previously.

At this moment, Wei Jiaoniang had already composed herself and said coquettishly, “No, my father and mother said that my temper is much better than my grandmother’s.”

“I heard from my grandfather that my grandmother put a knife to my grandfather’s neck and asked him to marry her.”

Wei Jiaoniang laughed uncontrollably. These words amused Feng Yang even more, and a few deep wrinkles appeared in the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t listen to your grandfather’s bragging. When your grandfather was young, he was also a scoundrel. He was neither a scholar nor a martial artist. He even lost to your grandmother in a fight. Look, he got someone to put a knife to his neck.”

Speaking of these past events, Feng Yang couldn’t help but smile.

So her grandfather was such a person! Wei Jiaoniang listened with relish, hoping that Feng Yang would say more. She asked, “Then?”

“Ask your grandfather and grandmother.” Feng Yang stopped talking about this topic and drank some tea to moisten her throat.

From the corner of her eye, she had been paying attention to Gu Yanfei’s expression. Seeing that the little girl was still calm, she praised in her heart, Although this girl’s fate is a little b.u.mpy, she’s more nimble than a delicate mother.

A friendly smile appeared on Feng Yang’s face as he asked, “Girl from the Gu family, I heard that you learned some from a Daoist in the past?”

Gu Yanfei nodded in agreement and didn’t say much.

“Do you believe that people have souls?” Feng Yang stared at Gu Yanfei’s cold eyes and asked softly. She placed one hand on the table and casually held the teacup with the other under the table.

Gu Yanfei nodded again. “After a person dies, they will enter the cycle of reincarnation.”

“Then will there be people who can’t enter the cycle of reincarnation?” Feng Yang continued to ask, his voice a little hoa.r.s.e.

“Yes.” Gu Yanfei said softly and thought of her biological grandmother.

After a pause, Gu Yanfei continued, “If your soul is imprisoned and can’t enter the cycle of reincarnation, your soul will dissipate after a long time.”

Her voice was clear and cold, as cold as autumn water.

Wei Jiaoniang looked at Gu Yanfei one moment and then at Feng Yang the next. She didn’t understand why they were talking about this topic.

Feng Yang kept asking, “Then what kind of soul will be imprisoned?”

“Someone like you…” As Gu Yanfei spoke, she raised her hand and pointed at her eyes, indicating that she could see.

She looked at Feng Yang with clear and bright eyes, as if she wanted to see through him to the depths of her soul, but also as if she had seen through her fate.

Feng Yang was speechless.

Gu Yanfei stopped talking. She knew in her heart that Feng Yang’s lifespan was about to end..