However, much later, she discovered that none of the onlookers who were just watching the show stood up to intervene, which made her understand the meaning of "the coldness of human relationships" very thoroughly.
Yu Qianqian turned her gaze, glaring angrily at Mu Beichen. While struggling with her hands and feet, she shouted furiously, "You damned man, do you know who I am? If you don't want to die, let me go right now, do you hear me?"
But at this very moment, Yu Qianqian was completely unaware of just how ugly Mu Beichen's expression was, sitting behind her. He frowned, and his deep, cold eyes seemed to shoot out two sharp swords that would pierce through her soul.
After a while, Mu Beichen rubbed his temples impatiently. He glanced at his attendant (Xiao Mohan) and gave him a mysterious look. Then, he said the sentence through gritted teeth.
"This woman... is too noisy. Find a way to quiet her down!"
Xiao Mohan nodded knowingly. Without saying a word, he picked up a stick as thick as his wrist and slammed it down on the other person's head with a loud thud.
"..."
In that instant, Yu Qianqian felt stars appear before her eyes. The words she was about to say were immediately stuck in her throat. She rolled her eyes back and fainted, her face full of resentment...
The Prime Minister's Residence
In a secluded and tranquil courtyard, one can see two rows of exquisite and magnificent pavilions and terraces rising from the bamboo grove.
Beneath the small bridge, in a patch of lush, green water, a nearly rotten female corpse gradually emerged from the surface. Her deathly pale face was as sinister and terrifying as a demon!
Just as a maid was walking down the small bridge, preparing to bend down to wash her face by the riverbank, she saw the woman's wide-open eyes and was so frightened that her legs went weak and she stumbled!
Isn't this Miss Feng Jin? She's actually dead!
"A ghost...a ghost!" the maid shouted as she ran, and in no time, she had spread the news of the "riverside ghost" throughout the entire Prime Minister's residence.
Just then, a young girl slowly walked out of a woman's boudoir with vermilion roof and green tiles. She wore a light gauze dress with violet patterns and had a pair of emerald green mandarin duck hairpins in her hair. She was dressed up exquisitely from head to toe.
Feng Yao, although she was Feng Qingyun's illegitimate daughter, was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting from a young age. She also had a pleasing appearance, so she was always surrounded by countless favors. Everyone in the mansion admired her. In comparison, Feng Jin was simply a useless piece of trash in people's eyes.
Feng Yao walked gracefully towards the maid, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her voice held an imposing authority: "Little Lian, are you trying to ruin the reputation of our Prime Minister's residence by spreading such rumors?"
"No... I wouldn't dare." The maid was so frightened that her face turned ashen, and her voice trembled violently.
Everyone in the capital knew that Feng Yao was Feng Qingyun's most precious daughter, and her every word and action represented the entire Prime Minister's mansion. The servants nearby naturally understood the gravity of these words and dared not utter a word of them.
Feng Yao continued to instruct the servants in a measured tone: "Listen carefully. My sister's drowning is a matter of dignity for our entire Prime Minister's residence. Therefore, from now on, no one is allowed to utter a single word about this matter. Otherwise, they will be courting death."
"Also... my father has given orders that you should find a place to bury the young lady's body as soon as possible."
Feng Yao frowned as she stared at the corpse in the pond, her eyes flashing with cold light. The thought of having to deal with the marriage proposal from Prince Jing's mansion made her increasingly agitated. How could she possibly refuse this marriage and marry the Emperor as she wished?
At this moment, Mu Beichen arrived at the gate of the Prime Minister's residence with the unconscious Yu Qianqian. He waited for a long time before he saw the gatekeeper slowly walk out of the gate of the Prime Minister's residence with an old man with white hair and a youthful face (Feng Qingyun).
"I was unaware of Your Highness's presence. Please forgive this old man for failing to greet you properly." Feng Qingyun crossed his hands behind his back, his posture exuding an air of superiority.
"Prime Minister Feng, there's no need for such formalities. I've come today on His Majesty's orders to welcome you to the palace for an audience." Mu Beichen glanced meaningfully at Yu Qianqian, who was fast asleep on horseback. "I was worried that something might happen to your daughter, so when I happened to meet her on the road, I took the opportunity to send her back. I hope Prime Minister Feng won't take offense."
"This is..." Feng Qingyun was stunned. When he saw Yu Qianqian's face clearly, he was shocked. He had just ordered people to carry Feng Jin out of the mansion for burial. How could there be a girl here who looks exactly like Feng Jin?
If Feng Qingyun hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such a bizarre thing could exist in the world.
Seeing that Feng Qingyun's expression was strange and his gaze lingered on Yu Qianqian's face for a long time, Mu Beichen asked suspiciously, "Does Prime Minister Feng have any other questions?"
"No... Your Highness misunderstands. I was just a little disturbed because the child seemed to be injured."
Feng Qingyun was afraid that he would give himself away in front of Mu Beichen, so he quickly composed himself and forced a dry smile. Only after watching Mu Beichen's sedan chair gradually disappear from sight did he order someone to carry Yu Qianqian back to her room.
Later, several doctors in the manor said that the young lady had fainted because she was frightened. The servants also said that when they were carrying Feng Jin to the burial site, a dark shadow flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, the person in the coffin disappeared into thin air. Perhaps because the young lady was kind-hearted, she was saved by a deity.
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