She left the front hall and looked at the noble ladies in the yard whose eyes were always on her. She subconsciously put on a friendly smile on her face, but she walked out of the yard without stopping.

Escaping from the heavy social circle, the sweet voices of the girls behind me were also forgotten.

Jiang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Because she was anxious to escape, she walked in a panic and unknowingly walked under a corridor.

The summer breeze blew through the corridor, making people stand there with their eyes half closed so comfortably.

There was a quiet atmosphere beside her ears. When Jiang Qingqing was about to sit on the beauty railing to find some quiet time, a murmuring sound came from the end of the corridor.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in gorgeous clothes, holding a folding fan. There were many people gathered around him, walking towards her in a crowd.

Seeing this, Gan Yuan and Gan Lin stood in front of Jiang Qingqing, forming a semi-protective state.

"Isn't this Princess Dunming? Oh, you are here too." The young master of Fengchen was the showy young man holding a folding fan and leading the group.

It seemed that he came here with the purpose of finding Jiang Qingqing. After seeing Jiang Qingqing, he stopped moving forward.

Jiang Qingqing had originally been complaining in her heart that enemies often meet on a narrow road, but after hearing what the young master of Fengchen said, her original intention of escaping suddenly disappeared.

It was obvious that the other party came to find her.

She slightly pushed Gan Lin and Gan Yuan aside, raised her head slightly and looked at the young master of Fengchen in front of her, but she did not show any intention of standing up to salute.

"It seems that Young Master Fengchen has also been invited to attend my aunt's birthday, but it seems that you have taken the wrong road?"

Jiang Qingqing supported herself on the beauty railing with both hands, leaned back slightly, and looked complacently at the little brat who came to provoke her.

Young Master Fengchen appeared to be smiling calmly and harmlessly, but his eyes met the servant beside him. The servant saw what was happening and quickly turned around and tried to go down quietly.

But this little action happened to be witnessed by Jiang Qingqing.

She half-closed her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

"I see there are no servants guarding this corridor, so this should be a place where people are allowed to wander around. Your Highness, are you so powerful that you even own the Princess's Mansion?"

The young master of Fengchen was openly and covertly mocking Jiang Qingqing's arrogance in the Imperial College.

But, to be honest, anyone who has the ability to cover up the world with one hand must have a background and status here.

She really didn't understand why the young master of Fengchen insisted on dragging her into such a powerful issue and wouldn't let go.

"It's the same with you. Young Master Fengchen is using his status as a duke's son to bully the servants in Ying Niang's courtyard. He's even more powerful than me."

The other party's words became more and more unpleasant, and Jiang Qingqing was too lazy to maintain a kind appearance. Her words were full of sarcasm.

Young Master Fengchen's expression darkened for a moment. Seeing that the other party had ill intentions, Gan Yuan looked at the person opposite him with even more vigilance.

"Your Highness is very articulate."

"Thank you. When I get mad, I dare to bite even a high-sounding person like you."

Jiang Qingqing rolled her eyes.

Just as the atmosphere between the two of them completely dropped to freezing point.

Surrounding them were disciples from aristocratic families brought by Young Master Fengchen himself. Some were dragged here to watch the so-called "fun", and some were the lackeys he met in Ying Niang's courtyard last time.

These people looked unhappy as they saw that Young Master Fengchen was getting more and more disadvantaged.

Jiang Qingqing snorted and laughed. She never intended to look at these aristocratic disciples who were taking advantage of the power of others and acting arrogantly.

She was about to stand up and leave with her maids when she suddenly heard a commotion behind her.

"My lord, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you were here." A servant with a hurried look came running over, holding pastries.

Without daring to raise his head, he walked up to Prince Fengchen, and knelt on the bluestone slab with a plop, holding the tray above his head with both hands.

She frowned and looked back at the humble servant who dared not speak in the corridor. After staring at him for a while, she saw that he was not from the Princess's mansion.

"Can't you just ask other people yourself, ask me where I have been?!" Prince Fengchen saw the servant coming.

He immediately became unhappy with the man, and with the anger that Jiang Qingqing had just caused him, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked the servant hard.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Qingqing witnessed the servant falling to the ground in a mess with the tray in his hands.

The cakes on the tray in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"Did this cake offend you? If you have something to say, can't you just say it politely? You kicked it like that, it's so inhumane!"

Jiang Qingqing suppressed her expression, turned around and walked in front of Prince Fengchen again. Looking at the scattered cakes on the ground, anger rose in her heart.

Prince Fengchen did not think the matter was serious. He looked at Jiang Qingqing arrogantly and sneered.

"This servant was bought by our Fengchen Mansion. Since I paid for him, he should do what I paid for. This is only natural!"

As he spoke, Prince Fengchen lowered his head and looked at the servant fiercely, pointing at the cakes on the ground and said viciously: "I kicked you, and you dare to scatter my cakes!?"

As he said this, he raised his foot to kick.

Jiang Qingqing looked at the cakes on the ground that were already dirty with dust, and then looked at the culprit who dared to bully innocent servants with a clear conscience.

Prince Fengchen raised his foot to kick him, and Jiang Qingqing raised her foot to kick his other foot.

Prince Fengchen, who was standing on one leg, was kicked by Jiang Qingqing. He staggered and lost his balance, and fell to the side in a mess.

Fortunately, there was someone to support him, so he didn't fall to the ground in such a miserable way.

Jiang Qingqing half-closed her eyes and looked at this increasingly arrogant man. She felt annoyed just by looking at him.

"They took your money to do the work, and you purchased their labor according to the laws and regulations. If you really want to insult and beat the servants, you can give them a raise. They only have to live on a copper coin every day, and they still have to look at your eyes. Why do you do that?"

Jiang Qingqing took another step forward. The two maids behind her were worried that Jiang Qingqing could not defeat this group of disciples from the aristocratic families alone, so they stood beside Jiang Qingqing, one in front and one behind, as if to say, "If you dare to touch Her Royal Highness the Princess, we will kill you."

Prince Fengchen didn't expect that Jiang Qingqing would really dare to attack him, which made him lose face in front of his brothers and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"you!"