322 Robbery, homeless
boom……
At the moment when the Feng Mansion collapsed, the emperor was announcing the end of the banquet. Envoys and ministers from various countries stood up at the same time, and after seeing the emperor off, they left one by one.
The Ninth Prince walked out with big strides, showing a different elegance and composure than usual.
"Uncle, what happened?" The prince noticed something was wrong and hurried forward and asked in a low voice.
The Ninth Prince shook his head and said, "I am leaving the palace, please do as you please, Prince."
After saying this, he left the Crown Prince alone where he was. Princes Yong, Heng, Qi, Zhou, Qing and Luo also noticed something was wrong with the Ninth Prince, and as if they had made an appointment, the six of them all walked up to the Crown Prince.
"Brother Emperor, what happened to my uncle?" asked Prince Qing, who looked somewhat like the Crown Prince.
The mother of Prince Qing was from the family of the Crown Prince's mother, but because of her low status, she was only one of the nine concubines. The status of Prince Qing was not noble, so he had to fight for a way out through military merits. He was stationed at the border all year round and was also one of the Crown Prince's helpers.
The prince shook his head. "It's alright, the Ninth Prince is just impatient. Ziqing, Ziyong, Ziheng, Ziqi, Zizhou, Ziluo, we brothers haven't seen each other for a long time. It's still early, so let's have a good reunion. I will host a banquet at the prince's residence tonight."
Although the prince's tone was not firm, he did not allow the other princes to refuse. You have to know that the prince is the king and the other princes are his subjects, they have no right to refuse.
The princes all looked embarrassed, knowing that the crown prince was intentionally delaying them and preventing them from investigating the matter of the Ninth Prince. Although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they did not dare to show it on their faces.
"Okay, we brothers haven't had a good reunion since we returned to Beijing for so many days. Your suggestion is just right." Prince Zhou and Dongling Zizhou echoed. Although the others didn't want to, they shut up at this time.
They wanted to let their father see that they were loyal to both him and the crown prince.
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Everyone in the palace was in high spirits. Outside the palace, Feng Qingchen, who was covered in dust, stood at the gate of Feng Mansion, looking at the Feng Mansion that had collapsed into ruins. He was unable to move for a long time, and stared at the Feng Mansion in the sea of fire with red eyes, without blinking.
"Miss, let's go." The two maids persuaded Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen acted as if she didn't hear them. Under the light of the fire, one could clearly see the sadness and helplessness on Feng Qingchen's face.
At this moment, Feng Qingchen was like an abandoned puppy.
"Go, where to go? My home is gone, and I am homeless." Fatherless, motherless and homeless, this is Feng Qingchen. No matter in her past life or this life, she is destined to have a rough life.
Feng Qingchen recalled that in her previous life, she met a major on the battlefield who was said to be able to read faces. The major held her hand and studied it for a long time, saying that she had a tragic fate, was displaced, had no parents, and died a violent death.
As soon as she said this, the other party realized something was wrong and apologized quickly. She didn't take it to heart, but now she thinks that there was nothing wrong with this fortune-telling. Except for her unnatural death, she had repeated the same fate in her past and present lives.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but feel sad, and tears mixed with the dust on her face fell down.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" The two maids were startled, but didn't know how to comfort her. In their eyes, Feng Qingchen was not a cowardly and incompetent woman. On the contrary, Feng Qingchen was opinionated, strong and independent. They had never seen such a Feng Qingchen before.
Feng Qingchen shook her head, and her empty eyes finally had some spirit. Looking at the disheveled maid in front of her, Feng Qingchen thought of how when she first met them, these two people had the demeanor of young ladies from official families, and sighed in her heart.
"The Feng Mansion has been destroyed, and I am homeless myself. You should go back to the Wang family."
"Dong!" The two maids turned pale and knelt down immediately: "Miss, don't you want us anymore? Miss, we won't leave. We are your maids. Wherever you are, we will be there."
"I can't afford to support you." This is the truth. The food, clothing and other expenses of the maids in the Wang family are higher than those of the young ladies in ordinary small families. It would be good for them to leave her incompetent master.
The two maids shook their heads firmly: "Miss, we will not leave no matter what. We will stay wherever you are. If you want to drive us away, you might as well kill us."
The two maids kept expressing their loyalty, but Feng Qingchen seemed not to hear them and just let them kneel. The two maids were so anxious that they were about to cry. At this moment, a carriage engraved with the Wang family logo rushed out from the darkness.
Hearing the voice, Feng Qingchen looked sideways and smiled bitterly. It turned out that she had not been abandoned by this world and there were still people caring about her.
The carriage stopped and Wang Jinling jumped down eagerly, his face full of anxiety and worry. The moment he saw Feng Qingchen, Wang Jinling lost his usual elegance and composure. He staggered and ran towards Feng Qingchen. Before Feng Qingchen could react, Wang Jinling hugged her tightly in his arms.
"Qingchen, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay." At this moment, her heart finally settled down. Wang Jinling, who looked weak, had a strong grip. Feng Qingchen was strangled to the point where she couldn't move. Her arms were in pain, but Feng Qingchen didn't cry out in pain. After feeling the familiar, reassuring breath in Wang Jinling's arms, she leaned on his shoulders and said, "Jinling, my home is gone."
No crying, no complaining, just stating the fact, but it makes people feel even more heartbroken.
"It doesn't matter, you still have me. If your home is gone, we can rebuild it. Even if it's different from the original one, it's still your home. As long as you are here, the Feng Mansion will always be there." Wang Jinling understood what Feng Qingchen cared about, but the Feng Mansion had been burned down and could never go back to the way it was before.
Feng Qingchen nodded without saying anything. Wang Jinling patted her back and coaxed her softly. When Feng Qingchen's emotions stabilized, Wang Jinling said, "Qingchen, everything will pass. Now you need to have a good rest. Come back to the Wang family with me. No one in the Wang family dares to touch you."
Wang Jinling knew without any investigation the cause of the fire, as it was man-made. Someone wanted Feng Qingchen to die in the fire. For Feng Qingchen, the Wang family was the safest place.
Feng Qingchen was about to speak when he was interrupted by a burst of hurried horse hoofbeats. Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling looked in the direction of the sound and saw a shadow flashing in the darkness. It was so fast that they suspected they were seeing things.
Leaving everyone in the dust!
This is what Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen thought of at the same time. When the Wang family's secret guards discovered something unusual, they were about to come out from the dark to protect Wang Jinling, but it was too late...
The rider's horsemanship was extremely high. Just as the secret guard made a move, the horse accelerated again. The secret guard could only watch helplessly as the rider passed by Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling like a meteor...
"Be careful." Feng Qingchen instinctively turned sideways and pushed Wang Jinling away, but she didn't expect to be lifted up high.
Damn, who is this bastard again? Doesn’t he think she’s been unlucky enough recently?