1077 Visit, what can't we say to each other?
No matter how the butler tried to persuade her, Feng Qingchen remained unmoved. She said she would not go and that was not the right thing to do. If the butler had a beard, it would surely have stood up in anger at Feng Qingchen.
The housekeeper picked up the teapot on the table and took a sip, then took a deep breath and said, "Miss Feng, what do you want me to do in exchange for you going?"
"I'm not going no matter what." Feng Qingchen was also straightforward. He spread his hands and looked very rogue.
This was a social event held by the Ninth Prince's Mansion. What did it have to do with her? Even if the Ninth Prince agreed, it would still be improper for her to attend on behalf of the women of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
"You won't lose anything by going." The butler was so anxious that he was walking around in circles. He had arranged everything for Feng Qingchen to go out, and people outside were talking about this matter. Now that Feng Qingchen was not going, where would he put his face?
Feng Qingchen yawned: "I won't earn anything if I go, why waste my time."
"How can this be called a waste of time? You are defending your sovereignty to prevent the prince from being robbed by others." The butler realized that this was really the case of the emperor not being in a hurry to get rid of the eunuch.
Well, he was wrong. Although he was a eunuch, Miss Feng was not the emperor.
"It's all boring. The so-called sovereignty is still decided by the Ninth Prince's uncle. If the Ninth Prince's uncle doesn't agree, no matter how much Chu Changhua says, she can't enter the Ninth Prince's Mansion. If the Ninth Prince's uncle agrees, even if I go and scold him like a shrew, the Ninth Prince will still marry him. It will rain if it rains, and my mother will get married. Butler, there are some things that I can't stop from happening just because I want to. If you are really worried that this will come true, you should ask the Ninth Prince's uncle instead of me. I am not the one who can make the decision." Feng Qingchen stood up and made a gesture of farewell.
The housekeeper was speechless after being blocked by Feng Qingchen, so he retreated obediently, thinking that Feng Qingchen was weird.
Nowadays, which woman is not like this? On the surface, she is sensible and openly allows her husband to take concubines, but secretly she tries her best to kill those favored concubines. And those beautiful concubines always try their best to win favor. But what about Feng Qingchen?
"Does Miss Feng care about our prince?" the butler asked himself, then shook his head.
He also couldn't tell whether Feng Qingchen cared about the Ninth Uncle. If she said she cared, it was rumored that Chu Changhua was going to marry the Ninth Uncle, but Feng Qingchen didn't care at all; but if she said she didn't care, how could Feng Qingchen follow the Ninth Uncle without any status?
You know, there are many people who are willing to marry Feng Qingchen. Not to mention the eldest son, the Yun family has sent a matchmaker to the door in person. As long as Feng Qingchen nods, she will be the mistress of the Yun family. Not only will she be protected by Yuncheng and the Yun family, but she will also be respected by the world. But...
Feng Qingchen chose the Ninth Uncle and bore a lot of rumors.
"Alas... We servants really cannot understand our masters' affairs." The old housekeeper sighed and threw Mrs. Huaguo's note aside.
Anyway, it didn't matter to them who the mistress of the palace was. As long as she wasn't sick and needed the prince to coax her every day, they could accept her. Of course, it was absolutely impossible for their prince to be a live-in son-in-law, even if they were beaten to death, so Chu Changhua could never marry into the Ninth Prince's Palace.
Feng Qingchen didn't care about Chu Changhua's affairs at all. He just slept and ate as usual, and any jealousy or anything like that was just getting away from him.
If this man doesn't have you in his heart, it's useless for you to claim your sovereignty. On the contrary, if he has you in his heart, what's the point of doing those things?
Because Feng Qingchen did not attend Madam Huayuan's banquet, the rumors about the Ninth Prince and Chu Changhua became more and more intense. It was even rumored that Feng Qingchen was afraid that the Ninth Prince would marry Chu Changhua, so she stayed in the Ninth Prince's Mansion and begged the Ninth Prince to give her a status.
After hearing this, Feng Qingchen said he was bored and ignored it, and focused all his attention on disciplining Zhezhe. After being taught a lesson by the Ninth Prince, Zhezhe not only did not learn his lesson, but became even more arrogant.
The Ninth Prince was not angry. He asked Feng Qingchen to treat Zhezhe's injuries and throw him into the lower world after making sure he was not dead. Zhezhe could not think of sitting idle during the recuperation period. He had to chop wood and fetch water. He had tasks every day and would not be allowed to eat if he failed to complete them.
At first, Zhezhe didn't care and made a mess of the servants' courtyard of the Ninth Prince's Mansion. But after being hungry several times and being taught a lesson by the servants several times, he was willing to take action.
Feng Qingchen felt both sympathy and sadness when he saw Zhezhe's pitiful and hateful appearance. Later, he simply stopped visiting him and only went to treat Zhezhe every night to make sure he would not die. Apart from that, Feng Qingchen had nothing else to do. She was so bored in the Ninth Prince's Mansion that she was almost lazy.
It was a beautiful day, and the Ninth Prince went to attend the morning court early in the morning. Feng Qingchen was bored and was about to go back to see how the Feng Mansion was being rebuilt, but the housekeeper came to report that Wang Jinling, the eldest son of the Wang family, wanted to see him.
"To see the Ninth Uncle?" Feng Qingchen asked reflexively. The housekeeper shook his head quickly: "The eldest master specifically asked to see you, Miss Feng."
"Please wait in the flower hall, young master. I'll be there right away." Feng Qingchen looked at the clothes on her body and felt that they were not suitable for meeting guests, so she planned to change.
When she returned to the room and saw the rows of clothes, Feng Qingchen was stunned. When did she become so pampered that she even had to consider whether the clothes were suitable when meeting Jin Ling.
"Hehe..." Feng Qingchen laughed and slid his fingers across the clothes. The maid behind him hurried forward, took out the clothes that Feng Qingchen touched, and prepared to change them for Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen smiled and refused.
She didn't have Zhezhe's ability to change the environment, but she also wanted to maintain a little bit of her own self. For example, she didn't want to accept the rule of having to change into new clothes when meeting guests.
After smoothing out the wrinkles on her clothes, Feng Qingchen went straight to the flower hall to meet Wang Jinling. Wang Jinling saw Feng Qingchen coming in from afar and stood up to greet her: "Qingchen, long time no see."
"It's been a long time since we last met. Jinling, you are still as charming as ever." This was the first time they met after Feng Qingchen returned from Shandong.
It was really unfortunate. The last time Wang Jinling went to Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen went to Wangyue Temple. After Feng Qingchen came back, Wang Jinling went to the old house again for family affairs. When he came back and was about to go to Feng Mansion, he learned that Feng Qingchen was staying at the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
"You...are still saying these words to me." Wang Jinling smiled and shook his head, showing the gentle and elegant demeanor of a gentleman.
Feng Qingchen smiled playfully: "I know you have heard this a lot, young master, but I still want to say it, it's because you are so charming and attractive."
Feng Qingchen's words were not exaggerating at all. Wang Jinling's elegant and calm aura was contagious. As long as one was with him, one would involuntarily become calm.
"I would be honored to refuse." Wang Jinling responded to Feng Qingchen's compliment with a smile.
He had heard many words of praise, but they sounded particularly beautiful coming from Feng Qingchen's mouth.
After the two of them laughed and joked, they talked about what had happened recently, just like good friends, chatting about their recent situation and the present. It was good to know that the other person was doing well.
After everyone finished talking about what was happening around them, the conversation came to an end. Wang Jinling picked up the tea and took a sip. The curling green smoke lingered in front of Wang Jinling's eyes, hiding the sadness in his eyes.
The room instantly fell into silence. Feng Qingchen blinked his eyes, put the teacup in his hand down, and looked at Wang Jinling with a smile: "Jinling, just say whatever you want to say. Is there anything that cannot be said between you and me?"
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