457 Cunning, Feng Qingchen stayed overnight at the Ninth Prince's Mansion

When Feng Qingchen woke up, it was already afternoon. The guards said that the Ninth Prince had returned to the city early in the morning. As for Feng Qingchen, she would return to the city whenever she woke up.

Feng Qingchen nodded without saying much. After having lunch and checking on Xiling Tianyu's situation, Feng Qingchen quietly returned to the city under the escort of the secret guards.

The people escorting Feng Qingchen were from the Shenji Camp. They had a way to quietly send Feng Qingchen back to the city without being noticed.

Feng Qingchen had seen the capabilities of the Shenji Camp and had great trust in its people. Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen realized that she had unknowingly come into contact with the forces behind the Ninth Prince and learned secrets that she should not have known.

Thinking of the Ninth Prince's trust and his own doubts and retreats time and time again, Feng Qingchen felt for the first time that was it wrong for him to push the Ninth Prince away without any reason?

From the Ninth Prince's behavior yesterday, Feng Qingchen was certain that the Ninth Prince cared about her. If he didn't care, how could he allow her to act unreasonably, and how could he take care of her when she was sick without taking off his clothes.

So should she trust the Ninth Uncle again?

Feng Qingchen fell into deep thought...

She was thinking about this and that all the way until someone from the Divine Machine Camp told Feng Qingchen, "Miss Feng, we're here."

"Are we there? Where is this?" Feng Qingchen glanced at the unfamiliar building, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he slid sideways to find a way for himself to survive.

Such strong vigilance and quick reaction. The people in the Shenji Camp secretly praised him.

"The backyard of the Ninth Prince's Mansion." The people from the Divine Machine Camp were just as serious as the Ninth Prince. They didn't give Feng Qingchen any chance to ask questions. While Feng Qingchen was confused, the people from the Divine Machine Camp quickly said, "Miss Feng, if you have any questions, you can go in and ask the Ninth Prince. I am just following orders."

"I got it. Let's go in." Feng Qingchen was full of doubts, but he didn't ask any more questions. Since it was the Ninth Prince's Mansion, there would be no danger. Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Feng Qingchen stepped into the backyard, eighteen beautiful maids came forward and saluted her respectfully. It was quite abrupt, as if these eighteen beautiful maids had suddenly appeared.

Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was calm enough and was used to big scenes. Although he was shocked, he did not show it and graciously accepted the gifts from the eight beautiful maids.

"No need to be so polite." The voice was a little low, arrogant and dignified, with an innate arrogance.

"Thank you, Miss Feng. Miss Feng, hot water has been prepared in the courtyard. Please take a bath and change your clothes."

Feng Qingchen was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Although the clothes were still bright, they smelled really bad. Seeing the Ninth Prince's arrangement, Feng Qingchen secretly praised the Ninth Prince for his thoughtfulness.

But Feng Qingchen soon discovered that the Ninth Prince was a fox, so meticulous that he could take advantage of anything.

After bathing, the beautiful maid brought a set of golden palace dress and helped Feng Qingchen put it on.

Accustomed to being served, Feng Qingchen can now stand there confidently and let the maid dress her.

The clothes were very complicated, with more than ten layers. Although it was early autumn, Feng Qingchen still felt hot when wearing them.

"Change it." Seeing the beautiful maid bringing another layer over, Feng Qingchen frowned.

She's not a Christmas tree. How can she look good dressed like that? Layer upon layer of clothes. She's almost strangled to death.

No, why does the clothes on her body feel like the clothes that the queen and the imperial concubine wear? They seem very formal. Feng Qingchen tugged at the clothes on her body, and always felt that something was not right about them, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Miss, the prince only prepared this set of clothes." A beautiful maid bit her lip and said carefully, the Ninth Prince has ordered that Feng Qingchen must wear this set of clothes when going out no matter what.

"Then keep it simple." Not only were there more than a dozen layers of clothes, but there were also a bunch of headdresses and pendants. Just treat her like a mobile vending machine.

"Miss, the prince said that you must wear a full set today, and you can wear whatever you want in the future." Feng Qingchen did not pay attention to the meaning of the beautiful maid's words. She only thought that it was only today, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Anyway, the clothes that the Ninth Prince prepared for her would not be too bad. When she ran out of money in the future, she could sell any piece of her clothes and it would be enough for her to live for a lifetime.

After putting on her clothes, Feng Qingchen felt that she was suffocating because of the clothes. The clothes were too heavy and there were too many accessories. Feng Qingchen had to straighten her back and walk forward in small steps with the help of her maid.

But Feng Qingchen didn't know that she looked like a king who had experienced years of precipitation. She was graceful and dignified, majestic and noble, and had the air of a mother of the country.

Feng Qingchen also didn't know that the clothes she was wearing were the formal attire of a princess. Only the Ninth Prince's future wife, the Ninth Princess, would wear such formal attire when she entered the palace.

This set of clothes was prepared by the Dongling royal family twenty-five years ago, but no one wore it until today.

The steward of the Ninth Prince's Mansion had been waiting in the outer courtyard. When he saw the clothes on Feng Qingchen, he was stunned for a moment. After he came to his senses, he immediately lowered his head, stepped forward respectfully, and said humbly: "Miss Feng, the prince is not feeling well, and asked me to escort you out of the mansion."

Feng Qingchen nodded and said nothing.

She was too tired from the weight of her clothes to speak, but in the eyes of outsiders, this action was the arrogance and indifference of the royal family.

The last trace of dissatisfaction in the housekeeper's eyes disappeared, and his behavior became more humble and cautious. Although Feng Qingchen was puzzled, she did not say much. Her status was worthy of the other party's respect.

No matter what, she is the daughter of the Marquis of Loyalty who was personally appointed by the Emperor. She is the master and the other is the servant. The master must behave like a master. Arrogance and pride are not disrespectful, but aristocratic etiquette. As a noble, if she is humble to her servants, no one will say she is kind. She will only be said to be incompetent, cowardly, and trying to please a servant.

The boundary between master and servant is clear and cannot be easily disrupted. Feng Qingchen has always done a good job in this regard, and even the Ninth Prince cannot find any fault with him.

Outside the Ninth Prince's Palace, there were many people standing. The bright armor and cold weapons reflected the bright light under the sunlight, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"What's going on?" Feng Qingchen stopped, looked carefully, and was stunned.

Outside the Ninth Prince's Palace were the prince's ceremonial guards and official sedan chair when he left the palace.

The Ninth Prince sent her home with the prince’s ceremonial guard. Could it be that the Ninth Prince really has a brain burn?

"Miss Feng, this is the master's arrangement." The housekeeper lowered his head carefully, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

The Ninth Prince said that although Miss Feng was intelligent, she would not think too much about some things. She would definitely not ask too much about today's matter, but the butler was really worried about how he would answer if Miss Feng asked about it.

Cheating the master is not what a good servant should do.

Feng Qingchen frowned slightly, a hint of anger flashed across her face: "What does this mean, Uncle Nine?"

Can she still live in peace if she is allowed to leave the Ninth Prince's Mansion in such a high profile?

"I don't know either." The butler knelt down with a thud and said, "I am only following your orders. I hope Miss Feng will forgive me." Only by seeking the forgiveness of this master can he avoid bad luck in the future.

Regarding this matter that might offend the future master, the butler said that it was not his intention, he was forced...

A word to the readers: You are not mistaken, the Ninth Prince is in Yin Feng Qing Chen...