1079 When I go home, there are always people who can't stand my goodness

Feng Qingchen knew that her thoughts were too extreme. The Ninth Prince did not treat her harshly. The servants of the Ninth Prince's Mansion respected her and treated her as their master. But she was in a very bad mood. Please forgive her for finding faults and magnifying even the smallest mistakes. |

Feng Qingchen stood up, took a deep breath, and made a decision in his heart.

Back in the room, Feng Qing asked someone to bring cold water, washed her face again, changed into a clean set of clothes, and said to the maid beside her: "Arrange a carriage, I want to leave the house."

She has never been a person who is indecisive. Since she has made a decision, she will do it. The Ninth Prince is important, but as the head of the Feng family, the reputation and future of the Feng Mansion are also very important.

People live by their face and trees live by their bark. She doesn't care about rumors and will not be defeated by them. It doesn't mean that she doesn't care about her own reputation or the reputation of Feng Mansion. She had nothing before, but now she has a home and responsibilities.

She can sacrifice herself for love, but she cannot sacrifice her family's reputation. She would make the servants of the Feng Mansion unable to hold their heads up when they go out, and the next generation of the Feng Mansion would have to bear this infamy and would not be able to stand up straight in front of others.

"This..." The maid hesitated for a moment, and Feng Qingchen's face immediately darkened: "What? Is what I said no longer effective?"

"No, no, no, I'll arrange it right away." The maid hurriedly bowed, picked up her skirt and ran out.

Feng Qingchen looked at the maid's cautious appearance but couldn't smile. The Ninth Prince gave her the best of everything, but this was not her home and she couldn't find the feeling of being in the Feng Mansion.

Feng Mansion is her home, and she is responsible for the word "Feng Mansion".

The palace was very efficient. A quarter of an hour later, the butler came in person to report that the carriage and guards were ready and Feng Qingchen could go out.

The housekeeper originally wanted to ask Feng Qingchen where he was going, but seeing Feng Qingchen's serious face, he gave up the idea.

The master is the master, and the servant is the servant. No matter how high the status of the servant is, he cannot ask the whereabouts of the master. The housekeeper didn't know what happened to Feng Qingchen in just one hour, but his instinct as a servant told him that Feng Qingchen was in a bad mood, so it was better not to provoke him. |

The housekeeper repeatedly instructed the coachman and guards to protect Feng Qingchen and obey Feng Qingchen's orders in everything. Feng Qingchen leaned against the carriage and just smiled when he heard these words.

When she heard this before, she just thought it was just the housekeeper doing her job, but today she found it ironic.

If she was really the mistress of Feng Mansion, would the housekeeper need to remind her of these things? No, because the guards and coachmen would listen to her and would not disobey her orders.

Of course, she had never considered herself the mistress of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, so she was not sad.

After everything was ready, they prepared to set off. At this moment, there was a commotion behind them, and the housekeeper immediately ran over to deal with it. Feng Qingchen leaned back in the carriage with his eyes closed, not intending to pay attention to it. The main reason was that he did not want to interfere in the affairs of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

But Feng Qingchen didn't want to get involved, but trouble came to her. Zhezhe's heart-wrenching cry rang out from behind the carriage: "Feng Qingchen, I know your name is Feng Qingchen, take me away, take me away, I don't want to stay here, I don't want to stay here."

"Feng Qingchen, you said you would heal me. Take me away, take me away. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to..." The voice became weaker and weaker. It should be controlled by the guards.

"It's not easy for him to break through the defense of the Ninth Prince's Palace at such a young age." Feng Qingchen secretly praised in his heart.

Apart from Zhezhe's tyrannical tendencies, Feng Qingchen admires Zhezhe. At such a young age, he is very determined, even stronger than adults.

"What's going on? Take the man away quickly." The housekeeper's face was also very ugly. It was his dereliction of duty to let Zhezhe run away.

"No, no, Feng Qingchen, take me away. What will happen to my injuries if you leave? I don't want to and don't want to stay here." When Zhezhe is not cruel, he is shockingly intelligent, and his thinking and ideas are close to those of an adult. He knows what to say to impress Feng Qingchen.

"Young Master Zhezhe, don't worry. Miss Feng is just going out for a while and will be back soon." Seeing Zhezhe struggling, the housekeeper tried to persuade him kindly, but Zhezhe didn't listen.

The child's intuition was very accurate. He was sure that Feng Qingchen would never come back after he left. Zhezhe shouted again. All the wounds on his body were torn open and his body was covered in blood, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

He had to leave here. This place was too scary. He knew he was wrong. He knew he shouldn't kill or beat people indiscriminately. Being beaten was really uncomfortable.

"Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen, take me away. I promise I will listen to you and I promise I will never kill anyone again. Feng Qingchen... don't leave me, don't leave me alone." Zhezhe cried sadly, and Feng Qingchen listened in a trance.

Don't leave me.

When she was a child, she would lie on the iron fence of the orphanage every day, staring at the people walking around outside through the iron fence, hoping that one of them was her mother or father, and they would come to take her home so that she could have a father and a mother and have enough food to eat like other normal children.

Don't leave me, don't leave me alone.

When she grew up, she woke up countless times because she dreamed that her parents had abandoned her.

Senior Sister said that she was very kind to the people around her. She seemed to be affectionate but was actually heartless. However, she still had a trace of compassion in her heart. The Ninth Prince also said that she was soft-hearted, so...

She will be soft-hearted.

"Go, carry Young Master Zhezhe onto the carriage." Feng Qingchen ordered through the curtain. The guards outside the carriage were stunned again, and it took them a long while to react, then they ran over.

Zhezhe was brought in, and the housekeeper followed him: "Miss Feng, Master Zhezhe will be fine, you don't have to worry, we will definitely take good care of Master Zhezhe."

"No, no, I want to go with you." Zhezhe was held in the guard's hand like a little chicken. In just a few days, the lucky young master Zhezhe became an African refugee. It has to be said that the Ninth Prince's method of tormenting people is really good.

"It doesn't matter. Zhezhe is my patient, so it's only natural for him to follow me. Just carry him up." Feng Qingchen just wanted to say that Zhezhe really has the agility of a wild beast.

The housekeeper still hasn't figured out that she is not going out but going home. Perhaps in the eyes of the housekeeper, no woman who lives in the Ninth Prince's Mansion would be willing to leave.

It seems that no matter in whose eyes, Feng Qingchen is a vain and materialistic woman who dreams of marrying into the royal family.

"Young Master Zhezhe is covered in blood. Why don't you wait a moment, Miss Feng, and let someone clean up Young Master Zhezhe first." Zhezhe's body was covered not only in blood, but also in dust and sweat.

Accustomed to the Ninth Prince's mysophobia, no one in the Ninth Prince's Mansion could tolerate Zhezhe's behavior.

"No need, let someone send it over, I'm not going anywhere." Feng Qingchen's words were extremely clever. When the housekeeper heard it, he thought she would not drive the carriage, but in fact, she did not plan to drive the carriage because she wanted to go home directly.

Seeing that Feng Qingchen had made up his mind and thinking that the waiter would come back sooner or later, the housekeeper said no more and had Zhezhe sent in. As soon as Zhezhe got into the carriage, he chose a seat in the corner and sat down. His eyes were like those of a little animal, looking at Feng Qingchen warily, and he was trembling like an abandoned puppy.

"Come here." Feng Qingchen waved to Zhezhe, motioning her to come to his side.

Although Feng Qingchen warned herself again and again not to treat Zhezhe as a child and be careful of being bitten by him, Feng Qingchen was in a low mood. She would not feel so lonely if she had someone to accompany her, even if that person was Zhezhe who had a tendency to be violent...