870+, I, Feng Qingchen, am not pitiful

Just be patient!

Feng Qingchen nodded to indicate that he heard it.

She knew very well that she had to endure what happened today whether she wanted to or not. It was reasonable for the Blood-Clothed Guard to do their job, and the Crown Prince could point at Prince Luo's nose and scold him, but she could not.

To ordinary people, the princes and high officials could do nothing wrong. Not to mention that Prince Luo just had the Feng Mansion smashed, even if it was flattened, it was not Dong Ling Zi Luo's fault, but her, Feng Qingchen's fault.

Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, cheered himself up, and continued to deal with the affairs of the mansion: "How many servants are injured in the mansion? Ask a doctor to come and see everyone. I'm a little tired and I'm afraid I can't take care of so many people."

"To reply to the young lady, there are not many servants injured in the mansion. I have already invited a doctor and have taken care of them one by one. Please don't worry." The housekeeper spoke quickly, and Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

Tong Yao had been standing beside Feng Qingchen, listening to the housekeeper talking to Feng Qingchen. She was anxious but did not dare to interrupt. When she heard this, she couldn't help it anymore. She bit her lip and knelt down at Feng Qingchen's feet with a thud.

"Miss, Tong Jue... I beg you, please go and see Tong Jue. Tong Jue's forehead was broken by the Blood-Clothed Guards. The wound is as big as a tea bowl and blood is flowing. The doctor said that the bleeding cannot be stopped. Tong Jue, Tong Jue..." Tong Yao said while kowtowing to Feng Qingchen.

Everyone in the Feng Mansion knew that Feng Qingchen was good at treating external injuries. With Feng Qingchen's help, Tong Jue could be saved. But not to mention that Feng Qingchen was already so tired. The master and servant were in a certain hierarchy. If a servant was injured, the master's family would have done their utmost to invite a doctor. How could they dare to ask the master to treat the servant?

Tong Yao knew that her request was too much, so she kowtowed continuously, holding on to a glimmer of hope, and begged Feng Qingchen to go see Tong Jue.

"Miss, I beg you, please save Tong Jue."

"Is Tong Jue seriously injured? Go and check it out." Feng Qingchen did not blame Tong Yao and the housekeeper for not telling her earlier. Not to mention that she was the master, just seeing how tired she was, the housekeeper and Tong Yao did not dare to let her go to treat Tong Jue.

If Tong Yao said this at this time, I'm afraid the doctor really would be at a loss.

Feng Qingchen did not dare to delay. She suppressed her physical and mental fatigue, stood up quickly, and walked towards the courtyard where the servants lived. At the same time, she asked Tong Yao to go to the operating room to get her medicine box.

"Thank you, miss. Thank you, miss." Tong Yao's face was full of tears, with surprise and guilt in her eyes. She wiped her tears and ran out quickly.

She will never forget that Tong Jue's life was saved by the young lady...

Tong Yao did not praise him. Tong Jue was indeed seriously injured. When Feng Qingchen arrived, Tong Jue was already in shock due to excessive blood loss.

Feng Qingchen hurriedly gave Tong Jue a blood transfusion and sutured his wound. Just as Tong Jue's wound was treated, the guard came to report that Wang Qi's medicine was almost used up.

Feng Qingchen nodded, packed up a little, asked Tong Yao to look after Tong Jue and called her if there was anything, then picked up the medicine box and hurried towards the cabin.

Butler Wu looked at Feng Qingchen who could not rest for even a moment, his eyes filled with tears. It was really not easy for their young lady. It was really not easy, with such a large family, and all the pressure was on the young lady alone.

Watching Feng Qingchen's figure disappear into the night, the housekeeper turned around and cheered up, taking care of the trivial matters of the Feng Mansion so that Feng Qingchen would have no worries.

Although the Feng Mansion suffered such a disaster, the master and servants worked together and restored peace that night. They cleaned up the house and tidied it up. The blood in front of the ancestral hall was washed away with buckets of clean water.

The housekeeper took the title deed of the Feng Mansion from Feng Qingchen, and regardless of the night, under the protection of the guards, he hurried to the Su family bank to borrow silver, and distributed the silver bills to everyone that night.

In this era when servants could not earn even one silver coin a year, one hundred silver coins was an astronomical figure for them. Looking at the silver in their hands, everyone felt both happy and sad.

Thinking of what happened during the day, their legs couldn't help shaking, but they knew that if they encountered the same thing again, they would still do the same as they did during the day, even if they were scared to death, they would guard the Feng Mansion's ancestral hall.

Thinking about what happened today and how calm and composed Feng Qingchen was, the servants in the Feng Mansion all cast aside the fears they had felt during the day and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

For them, being able to survive the wrath of King Luo and the swords of the Blood-Clothed Guards is the greatest blessing. As long as Feng Qingchen is with them, they will be fine.

As for the revenge for the Feng Mansion being smashed? In their minds, they had never thought of seeking revenge from the prince or the government.

In this joyous atmosphere, Feng Qingchen seemed out of place. He quietly retreated and came to Xiling Tianyu's yard to check the injury on his foot.

The wound was in good condition. Feng Qingchen changed the dressing for Xiling Tianyu and prepared to leave. Xiling Tianyu kept looking at Feng Qingchen. Seeing Feng Qingchen's cold expression, changing the dressing and walking mechanically, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you want to talk?"

Feng Qingchen paused, turned around and looked at Xiling Tianyu: "There's nothing to talk about. I still have to go see the Seventh Young Master."

"Are you sure that you can calm down and treat Wang Qi in this condition?" Xiling Tianyu asked doubtfully.

Feng Qingchen looked no different from usual, even calmer, more rational, and more decisive, but it was precisely because of this that he seemed abnormal.

Feng Qingchen was deliberately acting calm and composed so that everyone in the Feng Mansion would feel at ease, but this was really too much for a girl to bear. You have to know that at this time, no one considered her feelings.

"I'm a doctor, of course I can do it." Feng Qingchen knew what Xiling Tianyu was referring to, and turned her face away, unwilling to answer.

She is not dead, how could she watch her home being smashed into this state and remain indifferent? She is angry and annoyed, but is it any use?

As long as the emperor is around, she can't do anything to Dong Ling Zi Luo. Her crazy shouting not only fails to frustrate Dong Ling Zi Luo, but makes everyone in Feng Mansion uneasy. Instead of making her relatives sad and her enemies happy, it is better to calm down and think of a solution.

"I'm being nosy, but you did a great job today." Xiling Tianyu thought about it and stopped trying to persuade Feng Qingchen.

Even if Feng Qingchen expressed her dissatisfaction and resentment towards Dong Ling Ziluo, what would be the use? No one in the Feng Mansion could help her or stand up for her, and no one could comfort her relatives.

If something happens in the Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen will have to carry it alone. Whether she likes it or not, all the burdens will fall on the shoulders of a woman like her.

As for the Ninth Uncle? No matter how much he indulged Feng Qingchen, he could not always be with Feng Qingchen. The Ninth Uncle had his responsibilities and his great cause. Moreover, no matter how powerful he was, he had nothing to do with the Feng Mansion. He was not the master of the Feng Mansion and could not bear the honor and disgrace of the Feng Mansion.

"Thank you for your compliment, Prince Yu. I haven't thanked you for today's matter yet. I am very sorry for causing trouble to you." Feng Qingchen thanked him lightly and left without looking back.

She didn't like Xiling Tianyu's all-knowing eyes, and she didn't like the sympathy and pity in Xiling Tianyu's eyes even more. She, Feng Qingchen, was not pitiful.

It is true that Dong Ling Zi Luo is a prince. Just because she cannot do anything to Dong Ling Zi Luo does not mean that others cannot. Dong Ling Zi Luo relies on the emperor's favor. Once he loses the emperor's favor, he will be worse than the previous prince...