868 Conclusion, You lose this round
In the imperial garden, a cold wind blew, and the emperor felt cold all over. He took a breath and quickly picked up the teacup on the side and held it in his palm. Only after holding the warm cup in his palm did the emperor feel a little more comfortable.
The Ninth Prince blinked gently, and with his slender fingers he held a black piece and sat it firmly on the chessboard: "Your Majesty, you lose!"
After the piece fell, the Ninth Prince leaned back slightly, looking relaxed, but he was thinking in his heart that the Crown Prince should have restrained Prince Luo and the others.
He didn't want the prince to do too much, as long as the prince stayed in Feng Mansion and kept people under control. As for the emperor? I hope he doesn't catch a cold, otherwise he will be guilty.
The emperor relaxed his slightly stiff body and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Your chess skills have improved again."
As the battle drew to a close, the winner was clear. The emperor was not surprised that the Ninth Prince would win, but...
After taking a look at the chessboard, the emperor turned his face away.
In Dongling, the only person who dares to beat him in chess is Dongling Jiu, and the only person who dares to beat him in chess with so many pieces is Dongling Jiu.
"I have nothing to do but study chess all day. It would be ridiculous if I didn't make any progress." The Ninth Prince said meaningfully. The Emperor smiled and stopped talking. He stood up, dusted off the dust on his body, and said to the Ninth Prince, "It's getting late. Stay and have dinner with me."
"Your humble servant obeys your command." The Ninth Prince also stood up, but he did not look at the Emperor. Instead, he stared at the palace wall with his face turned sideways.
The emperor stayed with the Ninth Uncle the whole day, to restrain the Ninth Uncle, but also to restrain himself. Until now, the emperor still didn't know that the prince was showing off his power in Feng Mansion, and he didn't know that Dong Ling Ziluo had been tied up by the prince.
Although the prince was a little arrogant, he was not so crazy as to do anything reckless. He tied up Dong Ling, Zi Luo and the other two, threw them in a separate courtyard, and sent his own people to watch them to prevent the emperor from taking his anger out on the people in Feng Mansion.
The prince was tough and didn't even take Dongling Ziluo seriously, so how could he give face to Wang Jinling's seventeenth uncle? The prince ordered that all the members of the Wang family be rounded up and thrown out of the yard. After doing all this, the prince went to find Xiling Tianyu leisurely.
After exchanging pleasantries, the two found a relatively clean place, drank tea, played chess, and enjoyed this rare leisure time. Xiling Tianyu saw that the prince was full of confidence and didn't care about the consequences of this matter at all. He secretly admired the Ninth Prince in his heart. This move was really brilliant. In this world, only Dongling Ziluo could stimulate the prince and make him put aside all his worries and give it a try.
The servants of Feng Mansion knew that things had been settled, and they came out from their corners. Under the command of the housekeeper, they calmed themselves down and began to clean Feng Mansion silently.
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and they must pack up today, otherwise they won't be able to celebrate this year. Except for Tong Jue who was seriously injured, everyone started moving, and half of the guards sent by Zhai Dongming also helped to move things.
Everything that could be smashed in the Feng Mansion was smashed by the Blood-Clothed Guards. All they had to do was throw the fragments away and then buy new items to put in.
Cleaning is easy, but buying everything a family needs within one day is not an easy task. What's more, the Feng Mansion has had no income since its establishment, and the Feng Mansion simply does not have the purchasing power. The few silver bills were torn up by the Blood-Clothed Guards.
A good cook cannot cook without rice. How can you do anything without money? Just when the housekeeper was at a loss, Su Wenqing told the housekeeper not to worry about the money. He would have someone send the items that Feng Mansion needed, and he would settle the money with Feng Qingchen.
It’s not that the Feng Mansion is short of money, it’s just that they haven’t received the money yet. The Yun family’s pregnancy-preserving medicine is selling extremely well, and the amount taken out every day is sold out early, and it’s almost a scramble to buy it.
One month later, the Yun family will settle accounts with the Feng Mansion. By then, it doesn't matter if Feng Qingchen wants to rebuild the Feng Mansion. The old housekeeper is well aware of Feng Qingchen's ability to make money, and he is not hypocritical or polite when hearing Su Wenqing's words.
When everyone adds fuel to the fire, the fire burns brighter. Before dark, the servants of Feng Mansion had cleaned up all the debris. However, the broken doors, windows and walls could not be repaired in a short time.
The empty Feng Mansion gave people a feeling of desolation. The old housekeeper sighed as he looked at it, and he seemed to have aged by dozens of years. When the people from the Su family's shop delivered the things, the old housekeeper cheered himself up, arranged for people to put the things in order, and asked the people in the kitchen to cook early.
The Feng Mansion needs to be cleaned up, but the Crown Prince and others are still here, and they can't let the Crown Prince starve...
In the operating room, Feng Qingchen was tying the last knot. The dark circles under her eyes and the red eyes told of her tiredness. Feng Qingchen pursed her cracked lips, suppressed the worry in her heart, and began to clean up the operating room.
She couldn't hear clearly what was happening outside, but she knew that Dong Ling Ziluo had come with the Blood-Clothed Guards. With the Blood-Clothed Guards around, the people in Feng Mansion would be in trouble.
Apart from her, there was no proper master in Feng Mansion. It was impossible for her not to worry, but she really couldn't put down her work and go out to deal with Dong Ling Ziluo.
Wang Jinhan's condition was too serious, she couldn't interrupt the treatment. All she could do was to treat him as soon as possible and cure Wang Jinhan, so that she could live up to the Feng Mansion.
After tidying up everything in the room, he reapplied the anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine to Wang Jinhan, and called in the two secret guard maids from the outer room: "Guard the Seventh Young Master well, keep an eye on the medicine next to the Seventh Young Master, and don't let anyone touch the Seventh Young Master, not even the Ninth Prince."
"Miss..." The secret guard maid did not respond, but called out hesitantly.
Feng Qingchen glared at the two of them fiercely: "What? I can't order you around?"
"No, no, please forgive me, young lady. It's just that the prince has ordered that I must protect you closely." The secret guard maid had been beaten and did not dare to leave Feng Qingchen's side.
"Recognize who your master is. I am your master now. I, Feng Qingchen, don't allow anyone to disobey my orders around me." Feng Qingchen's eyes were sharp and full of momentum, and he would not allow the two to resist.
The secret guards and maids looked at each other, gritted their teeth, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed quickly: "I know I am wrong, I obey your orders."
Feng Qingchen then withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and said condescendingly: "Remember your identity and your duty."
"I understand." The secret guard maid didn't dare to argue anymore and stayed in the operating room obediently to take care of Wang Jinhan.
There was a guard outside the operating room. When he saw Feng Qingchen coming out, the guard hurried forward and said, "Miss."
"What happened?" Feng Qingchen paused, signaled the guards to continue protecting Wang Jinhan here, and strode towards the hall.
The guard who was speaking followed Feng Qingchen and recounted in brief the events of the visitor from the Wang family, Prince Luo's showing off his power with the Blood-Clothed Guards, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's massacre of the Blood-Clothed Guards.
"I understand. Take me to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, his face expressionless.
Led by the guards, Feng Qingchen walked towards the courtyard where Xiling Tianyu lived. What he saw was that the Feng Mansion was in a mess. The carefully designed garden rockery was destroyed, and the precious trees and flowers transplanted from various places were all crushed into the mud.
In an instant, the Feng Mansion returned to the state it was in a year ago, with an air of decay and desolation everywhere...