382 Patience, whoever gets impatient first loses

Feng Qingchen was not sure what the specific situation was regarding the Feng Mansion's land deed, but based on her woman's intuition and her understanding of the movements in the imperial city, Feng Qingchen was certain that this matter was directed at her and was closely related to the Second Prince of Xiling.

After finding the key, Feng Qingchen was no longer anxious. The more anxious she was, the happier the other party was. After Feng Qingchen came back from Lu's Mansion, she stopped taking any action and acted as if she had given up.

The wife of Marquis Jinyang and the son of Duke Ningguo both breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to offer Feng Qingchen several houses they had to choose from. Feng Qingchen smiled and refused, saying that he would find a piece of land to build another one later.

Feng Qingchen asked Su Wenqing to help her rent a three-story house. She originally wanted to buy it, but Feng Qingchen found out that she had no money. Although Su Wenqing generously said he would give it to her, Feng Qingchen refused.

She, Feng Qingchen, was not a pampered canary who had to rely on a man to survive. The money for renting the house was the medical fee sent by the husband of Duke Ningguo, one thousand taels. Feng Qingchen did not refuse and accepted it readily. It was normal for a doctor to collect medical fees.

On the day of moving out of the Sun Mansion, she still did not see Sun Zhengdao, and only said goodbye to Madam Sun. Feng Qingchen always felt that Sun Zhengdao was hiding something from her. She asked several times but was kicked back by Madam Sun with a smile. She just said it was nothing, that a noble in the official family was sick, and as the head of the Imperial Hospital, she was very busy.

Feng Qingchen had no choice. Although she and Sun Sixing were master and disciple in name, she could not interfere in other people's family affairs. She could only remind Sun Sixing to be careful.

The east is rich and the west is noble, the south is poor and the north is humble. Feng Qingchen's new house is in the western district of the imperial city, very close to the Su Mansion. The environment is elegant, unique and exquisite, full of greenery, cool and comfortable, with the flavor of a small garden in the south of the Yangtze River. To be honest, compared with the Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen feels that this small courtyard is more suitable for her to live in.

Although the courtyard is nice, it is not her home. She swears to take over the Feng Mansion!

After moving into the small courtyard in the west area, Feng Qingchen closed the door and lived a peaceful life. The courtyard had maids sent by the Su family and guards sent by Zhai Dongming, so she didn't have to worry about her safety at all.

Tong Yao and Tong Jue, whom Wang Jinling had brought back before, also came back. With these two women serving him personally, Feng Qingchen never had to worry about trivial matters in life.

Everything was the same as it was in Feng Mansion, except that the longer she lived in the courtyard, the more she missed Feng Mansion. After staying in the courtyard for half a month, autumn had already arrived and many things had come to fruition.

The turmoil in the court has stabilized, and many new nobles have emerged, including the emperor's men, people from aristocratic families, and some people who have not taken sides. The increase in new faces naturally gives people a vibrant feeling, which dilutes the depression of autumn a little. But Feng Qingchen knows that in another month, after the other princes of the three kingdoms leave, the imperial city will be baptized in blood again.

With the emergence of new nobles, those old officials were naturally killed or demoted, and autumn was a good time to execute them. When Feng Qingchen heard about this, she just sighed. She just started it, and the rest of the things were all driven by several bigwigs and had nothing to do with her.

In addition to matters at court, several major events were also finalized. The marriage between Beiling Fengqian and Princess Anping was settled. It was said that it was facilitated by the Ninth Prince's initiative. Beiling Fengqian expressed his gratitude to the Ninth Prince's initiative again and again. The relationship between the Ninth Prince's initiative and Beiling was getting better day by day. Beiling Fengqian had returned to the country to prepare for the marriage.

Xiling Yaohua proposed not to marry Dongling Zichun, and wanted Dongling Zichun to marry into Xiling's family. The emperor was so angry that he left in anger. The Ninth Prince stepped forward to deal with Xiling Tianlei. Xiling Yaohua tearfully withdrew her rude request and returned to the country to get married, but Xiling Tianlei stayed.

"The Ninth Prince is really amazing. He defeated them one by one. What about Nanling? How are Nanling Jinfan and Su Wan?" Feng Qingchen treated state affairs as gossip and asked Su Wenqing indifferently.

That’s right, all this information was revealed to her by Su Wenqing. As for Su Wenqing’s purpose, Feng Qingchen didn’t ask, nor did she think it was necessary to ask.

"I don't know. I haven't heard about what happened in Nanling. It seems like they haven't given up on wanting the Ninth Prince to marry Su Wan. This time, the Ninth Prince didn't refuse outright." Su Wenqing's eyes were bright. He stared at Feng Qingchen without blinking, as if waiting for Feng Qingchen to get angry.

Unfortunately, Su Wenqing was disappointed. Feng Qingchen just said "Oh..." and looked uninterested.

Using this to test her is really unskillful. If the Ninth Prince wanted to marry Su Wan, he would have done it long ago. There is no need to use her as a shield.

Seeing Su Wenqing's anxious look, Feng Qingchen didn't show it on his face, but he sneered in his heart. In a close combat, whoever can keep calm will win.

The Ninth Prince was using the title deed to the Feng Mansion to control her, as if she really knew nothing. She wanted to see who would make peace first.

Uh... Su Wenqing was depressed. What did Feng Qingchen mean by this? After thinking about it, Su Wenqing asked tentatively: "Qingchen? Aren't you afraid that the Ninth Prince will really marry Su Wan? And don't you want the land in Feng Mansion anymore?"

"Who the Ninth Prince wants to marry is none of my business. As for the land in the Feng Mansion, of course I want it." Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes at Su Wenqing. When did Su Wenqing become so blunt in his words?

"Uh, you really don't care about the Ninth Uncle?" A woman's heart is as unpredictable as the sea. This woman changes too quickly.

"What's there to worry about? The Ninth Prince's affairs have nothing to do with me. Who am I to the Ninth Prince?" Feng Qingchen snorted in annoyance. Su Wenqing then realized that he had overstepped his bounds. He touched his nose in embarrassment and quickly asked another question: "If you really want the land of the Feng Mansion, why haven't you taken any action?"

Su Wenqing was puzzled. Feng Qingchen had asked so many people for help, so she should understand that only the Ninth Prince could help. As long as she asked the Ninth Prince, he would definitely get it done for her. Of course, the prerequisite was that Feng Qingchen had to pay some compensation.

"I have done everything I can do. As for the rest, I can only leave it to fate. It would be best if the government could give me the land of Feng Mansion. If they really can't get it, what can I do? Since ancient times, the people have not fought against the officials. Although my father was posthumously named Marquis of Loyalty, he is dead. I can't do anything with the title of Marquis of Loyalty, unless I find a son-in-law and let him inherit the title. Maybe the emperor will see the new lord and grant me the official residence." Feng Qingchen said the latter, and the smile in his eyes became colder.

The Ninth Prince thought she had no way out, right? She was going to find a way out for the Ninth Prince to see. If he pushed her to the limit, she would marry someone else!

"Do you want to find a son-in-law?" Su Wenqing had an urge to faint. Feng Qingchen was so brave. The Ninth Prince had already said that Feng Qingchen was his woman, yet she still had the guts to think about finding a son-in-law.

Feng Qingchen blinked her beautiful eyes, her eyes were full of seriousness and helplessness: "Yes, this is the best way. Although my reputation is not very good, don't forget that I have a title as a dowry. It is still very easy to choose a concubine's son from a noble family to marry. If the Feng Mansion's land is really unavailable, I will find a son-in-law. When the emperor's decree of conferring the title comes down, I will take the ruins of the Feng Mansion to build a new Loyalty Marquis Mansion. I think the emperor will not embarrass me."

This is a threat, and Feng Qingchen believes that the Ninth Uncle will hear it soon.

If she, Feng Qingchen, gets married without caring about anything, she, Feng Qingchen, may not be the one who suffers. Isn't a woman's life supposed to be about taking care of her husband and children? Does she really think that she, Feng Qingchen, can't get married?

Even if she was impeached by the censor, so what? The emperor did not order her to be punished, so she was innocent. With a title as a dowry, there would be many people who wanted to marry into her family...

"Are you serious?" Su Wenqing couldn't believe what he heard. Feng Qingchen was too cruel.

Feng Qingchen's face was serious, and it was clear that she was not joking: "Three days, if I can't get the deed to the Feng Mansion within three days, I will find a son-in-law."

After saying this, Feng Qingchen turned around and left, regardless of what Su Wenqing would think.