Unless she has the ability to kill Princess Consort Xiang after she gets married, she can then imitate the Feng family's repeated changes of mistresses and take charge of Prince Xiang's mansion.
That night, Feng Yuheng slept with Jin Zi in his arms, Feng Jinyuan slept with planning, the old lady slept with worry, and Feng Chenyu slept restlessly thinking about how to get rid of the person who occupied the position of Xiang Wang's wife.
In fact, everyone in the Feng family was uneasy. Han and Fendai were also unwilling to give up. They had outlasted one mistress after another. Han's belly was so big, but she still hadn't climbed to the position of mistress. However, Han also had her own ideas. In her opinion, the mistress of the Feng family was an ominous symbol. No matter who sat in that position, there would be no good ending. Yao seemed to be protected by her daughter now, but when the Yao family was demoted, how miserable it was.
She explained this to Fendai, and Fendai also felt that this seemed to be the case. The current situation was unclear, and saving one's life was the most important thing, so she stopped blaming Han for the matter of the mistress.
The next morning, Old Lady Feng sent Nanny Zhao to the County Lord's Mansion to deliver Chenyu's birth certificate. When Wangchuan received the birth certificate at the gate of the mansion, Nanny Zhao tried to look inside the mansion, but unfortunately, the Imperial Guards lined up at the gate, blocking the mansion completely.
Nanny Zhao reluctantly went back to report. Not long after, Xuan Tianming's imperial carriage stopped at the gate of the county lady's mansion. Feng Yuheng came out with Wang Chuan Huang Quan, pushing an empty wheelchair.
The group went to the Prince of Xiang's mansion. When Feng Yuheng got off the palace carriage, the guards at the gate of the Prince of Xiang's mansion were all solemn. When Duanmu Qing came back yesterday, he only told Xuan Tianye that Feng Yuheng was coming to give gifts, and did not inform the servants to prepare to welcome him. Therefore, for the guards, the visit of the Princess of Ji'an County was so sudden and... scary.
Yes, it was terrible. A young guard's teeth were chattering. He gently nudged his companion with his elbow and asked in a low voice with a slanted smile: "Why is she here?"
The man next to him was also having a headache. Feng Yuheng whipped the Third Prince in front of the palace gate, killing the prince half of his life. The guards at the gate were almost scared to death.
After nearly half a year, Princess Ji'an arrived at the gate of Prince Xiang's mansion again. What was she going to do?
The big guard said in a trembling voice, "Are you here to fight again? Oh my God, the Third Prince is still lying on the couch. If he gets beaten again, he will die."
While the two were talking, Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianming had already walked up the steps to the door. The guards looked at Feng Yuheng, who had left a huge psychological shadow on the entire Xiangwang Mansion, and then looked at the Ninth Prince Xuan Tianming beside her, who was able to move freely again without knowing when, and the psychological shadow area gradually expanded.
Someone stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "Ninth Prince, County Lady, what are you doing..."
Feng Yuheng raised her chin and said, "We are here to visit our third brother. We haven't seen him for several months, and we don't know if his injury has improved."
To the guards, it was like listening to an opera. Are these two here to visit?
But what could they do if they didn't believe it? One was the prince, and the other was the county lady. They couldn't afford to offend either of them, so they had to quickly go into the mansion to report. Not long after, Duanmu Qing came out in person to welcome the two into the mansion.
As they walked towards the Prince Xiang's mansion, Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng received countless looks of panic and fear. People speculated on the reason for their visit. It was not until Duanmu Qing let them into the hall and two servants came up to serve tea that Feng Yuheng spoke: "Yesterday, the deputy governor came to visit and told my father that the Third Palace wanted to marry Feng Chenyu, the concubine of the Feng family, as a concubine. My father and grandmother attached great importance to this matter and specially sent this county lady to personally deliver the future concubine, Concubine Geng, to the Prince Xiang's mansion."
Only then did people realize that it was for sending Gengtie.
A servant came forward to take the note, and then Feng Yuheng continued, "Also, since it is a formal exchange of the marriage note to marry as a concubine, it means that although she is not the principal wife, it is also considered a formal marriage. So, I wonder when the betrothal gifts from the Prince Xiang's Mansion will arrive?"
Duanmu Qing squinted at Feng Yuheng, then looked at Xuan Tianming who was sitting next to her and drinking tea leisurely, and remembered that the two of them had teamed up to defraud Qian Zhou of 10 million taels of gold. He asked with some caution: "I wonder what the Feng family requires for this betrothal gift?"
Feng Yuheng chuckled. This was not the first time that the Third Prince had married, so he should be very familiar with the rules! The Feng family was marrying a concubine's daughter, so everything just had to be done according to the rules.
Duanmu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, the betrothal gifts for Prince Xiang's Mansion will be prepared today."
"Yes." Feng Yuheng also nodded, then changed the subject and went straight to another matter that happened today - "Where is the third brother? This county lady brought gifts to see him, I wonder if I can meet him?"
"Hey!" Xuan Tianming, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke, "What kind of question are you asking? You are his sister-in-law, and the Princess of Ji'an County. What's more, I am here, right? If you want to see it, just go directly. Why bother applying to a small fourth-rank official?" As he spoke, he stood up, took Feng Yuheng's hand and was about to walk out.
Duanmu Qing quickly stood up and said, "Wait a minute!"
Xuan Tianming's eyes were fixed, "Duanmu Qing, do you want to die or do you not want to live? When have you ever had the right to speak in front of this king?"
Duanmu Qing was a tyrant in the Northern Territory, but when he arrived in the capital, a place where many high-ranking officials gathered, he was just a small, poor official of the fourth rank, just as Xuan Tianming said. But no matter how small an official he was, he was still the deputy governor of the Northern Territory, in charge of that special border area, and almost everyone had to give him some respect.
Unfortunately, Xuan Tianming is not included in this group of people.
Duanmu Qing also understood that he dared to be as strong and equal as Feng Jinyuan, a first-rank official, but in front of the Ninth Prince, he had no capital to reason with.
Realizing this, he quickly stopped talking and stopped walking, watching the two of them walk hand in hand to the backyard.
Duanmu Qing felt that something was wrong. After thinking for a while, he asked the servant beside him, "What is the maid next to Ji'an County Master pushing in her hand?"
The servant replied: "It's a wheelchair."
Another sharp-eyed person said, "It seems to be the one that His Highness the Ninth Prince used to ride in."
Duanmu Qing was puzzled. "His legs and feet are healed, and he's full of life. Isn't it redundant to push a wheelchair? He..." He stopped talking here. Duanmu Qing seemed to have thought of something, and then he stomped his feet and quickly followed the footsteps of the two people in front of him to the backyard.
At this time, Xuan Tianye was lying on the couch. He could speak, move his head and hands, and could barely lift his arms. But he could not turn over, lift his legs, or get down to the ground. His knees were wrapped in white cotton cloth, which was faintly stained with blood.
Beside him, in addition to the servants in the mansion, there was another person sitting. The person looked to be in his early thirties, wearing a black robe, tall and thin, with a thin face. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on Xuan Tianye's legs, looking ghostly.
The servants in Prince Xiang's mansion did not dare to get too close to him, but because they had to take care of Xuan Tianye, they had to stay in the same room with him. If you look closely, you will see that all the servants in the room walked with their eyes slanted, and they were not willing to look at that man even once.
When Feng Yuheng and Xuan Tianming entered the house, the servants all breathed a sigh of relief, as if one more person came in, the house would have more positive energy. However, when they saw who the person was, the sigh of relief they had previously let out was hastily brought back.
The servants knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xuan Tianming and the other two, but the man in black robes did not move. The Third Prince on the couch turned his head and glared at the two with resentment, but was greeted by Feng Yuheng's smiling face: "Third brother, are you feeling better?" It was like chatting with family matters, without any awareness that all these injuries were caused by her.
Xuan Tianye was so angry that his chest kept rising and falling. The man in black robe finally said, "No, you have to stay calm."
"Yes." Feng Yuheng nodded, walked forward and stood beside the bed to watch for a while, and even stretched out his hand to press his ribs and knees a few times, causing Xuan Tianye to sweat all over his forehead in pain. The man in black robe wanted to stop him, but unfortunately, Xuan Tianming didn't even need to do anything, Huang Quan controlled him alone.
Feng Yuheng pinched it left and right, and then said: "The five internal organs have recovered well, but the bone injury was not treated in time. In addition, although the knee bone was replaced, the technique was not appropriate, and the new bone and the limb cannot achieve the best fusion state. Even if you can barely recover to the point where you can bend freely, there is no way to let you stand up again."
"Impossible!" As soon as Feng Yuheng finished speaking, the man in black robe blurted out "Impossible", and then said: "I chose this pair of leg bones from the thirty pairs, which is close to the original bone. I also took great care when transferring it. It is impossible for His Highness the Third Prince to not be able to stand up! You are talking nonsense!"
"Tsk." Xuan Tianming rolled his eyes at him, then found a chair to sit down on, pretending to be watching a show.
Feng Yuheng looked at the man in black robes and raised her eyebrows: "Ghost Doctor Song Kang?" Then she snorted coldly: "Thirty sets of leg bones from living people, more than ten years of research, and in the end, this is the level?" She glanced at Xuan Tianye's knees, shook her head and said: "You were lucky enough to succeed a few times, and you became known as a ghost doctor. This county lady thought you were a very powerful person, but today it seems that you are just so-so."
The ghost doctor Song Kang was stunned for a moment, then a trace of joy appeared on his face. He stared at Feng Yuheng and asked, "Are you the Princess of Ji'an County in the capital?"
Feng Yuheng did not answer, but pulled a chair and sat next to Xuan Tianming. A servant brought tea, and she took a sip, then glanced at Xuan Tianye's legs, and then spoke quietly: "The wound is red and swollen, and it is pus-filled. It is obviously infected."
Song Kang blinked and looked at Feng Yuheng expectantly, waiting for her to continue.
Feng Yuheng did not disappoint him and continued, "Lack of common sense of disinfection is the main cause of infection after this kind of surgery. Let me ask you, before the bone replacement, did you change into new, special clothes?"
Song Kang didn't understand, but he still shook his head. He always wore this black robe and never changed it.
"Have you sterilized the tools you used? Have you washed your hands?"
Song Kang still shook his head, but added: "There is a hand-washing system."
Feng Yuheng said, "Washing with water is useless." Then she looked at the pile of small instruments on the table, which looked like the prototypes of surgical scalpels. Unfortunately, they were too simple. If she hadn't been in this industry, she wouldn't have recognized them at all. "What are these things?"
Seeing Feng Yuheng frowning in confusion, Song Kang felt that he had finally regained some face. He twisted his shoulders to break free from Huang Quan's control, raised his head, and said proudly: "These are the tools I use to perform secret techniques. Now, I am the only one in the world who knows how to use them."
"Oh." Feng Yuheng nodded, then reached out to pick at those things and said, "The scissors are too big, the blade is not wide enough, and there are no hemostats. What can you use to seal the blood vessels?" As he spoke, under Song Kang's already confused gaze, he reached into his sleeve and took out a complete set of surgical tools -
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