Feng Xin

After Xian Le's fall, things were hard for everyone: the crown prince and his parents. Of course, it wasn't easy for Mu Qing and Feng Xin either, given their increased responsibilities. Mu Qing accounted for their expenses, saved their money, did their laundry, mended Xie Lian and Feng Xin's torn clothes, cooked for his parents, and tried to visit his mother as often as possible, bringing her fruit he'd found along the way or food he'd prepared.

But even though the two loyal servants and friends of the Crown Prince continued to squabble like cats and dogs, their shared misfortune brought them together. Traveling through their homeland, they came across abandoned temples and old, rickety huts in the forest. Xie Lian and the Emperor and Empress had separate rooms (if the place where they spent the night had one), but Mu Qing and Feng Xin had to huddle on a narrow mat on the cold floor.

Initially, both of them grimaced at the thought of sharing the cramped space, but having no choice, they quickly resigned themselves to it, and eventually even grew accustomed to it. Mu Qing constantly threatened Feng Xin that he would throw him off the mat if he got violent or overindulged in his sleep again. He even complained about this to Xie Lian, but the crown prince only smiled and replied, "It's cramped, but no offense. "

Night had fallen on the hut where they were staying. Everyone in the house was already asleep, especially the Emperor, who had caught a cold and been laid up with it the other day. The Empress was also asleep, exhausted from caring for her husband, and Xie Lian had gone into meditation and would spend the next four days in the astral plane, increasing his spiritual qi.

It was already past midnight, and the moon was a huge white boulder. Mu Qing woke up and noticed that Feng Xin was gone, so he went looking for him. He found him mending his clothes on the porch. So he was doing the job Mu Qing was supposed to be doing? Something tightened in his chest.