After leaving the inner room, Feng Jiuer sat down on the main seat outside and picked up the letter on the side.
After sleeping for three days and three nights, her internal strength seemed to have improved to a deeper level.
It's a pity that she still can't control her anger.
How is dad doing now?
And Uncle Nine Emperors, is he okay?
She really misses the days when they are around. Maybe, they can solve the things that she can't figure out.
Anyway, now that everything has come to an end, it is especially important to think about the next road ahead.
...Feng Qingyin waited almost the whole night, but still didn't wait for Linglong to come back.
She couldn't go there and ask, and even her people couldn't find out anything about what was going on there.
It wasn't until almost dawn that the tossing and turning people gradually fell asleep.
When Feng Qingyin woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Not seeing Linglong waiting beside her, she whispered: "Here comes someone!"
The two palace maids heard the sound and hurriedly came in.
Feng Qingyin's eyes furrowed even deeper when she saw it was her.
"Why are you?
Aren’t the people from Brother Prince’s side here to serve you?”
she asked in a deep voice.
"Miss Qingyin, no."
The palace maid who came over with the robe said in a low voice.
Feng Qingyin was very irritated and pushed the person in front of her hard.
"roll!"
"Miss Qingyin."
Seeing this, another palace maid immediately moved forward to help her, but was still pushed away by Feng Qingyin.
"Miss Qingyin, please don't be angry. You may affect the fetus. The imperial doctor said..." "His father doesn't care about him, why should I care?"
Feng Qingyin stood up and kicked her legs.
"Miss Qingyin."
The two maids immediately stood up and supported her on the left and right.
"Miss Qingyin, please calm down. His Highness the Crown Prince was blinded by the vixen for a moment. He..." With a "pop" sound, Feng Qingyin's palm hit the speaking palace maid viciously in the face, "Brother Crown Prince, why is it your turn?"
Come to comment?
No matter how big or small!”
Feng Qingyin snorted coldly, but Feng Qingyin's expression did not improve.
After all, she is worse than a vixen. Feng Jiuer, why don't you die?
The palace maid who fell to the ground couldn't ignore the bright red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She immediately knelt down and kowtowed violently.
"I'm sorry! Miss Qingyin, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to comment on His Highness the Crown Prince, but Feng Jiuer is really hateful."
"Not only the slaves hate her, but many of the guards are jealous of her and call her a vixen."
The palace maid finally said something pleasant, and Feng Qingyin glanced at her and frowned lightly.
"Is what you said true?
The guards all think that Feng Jiu'er is a vixen, saying that she confused the prince brother and made him make the wrong decision?"
Meeting Feng Qingyin's gaze, the palace maid immediately lowered her head.
She swallowed a sip of saliva before nodding.
"Yes, yes."
The other palace maid holding the robe blinked and responded: "Yes, Miss Qingyin, everyone is Feng Jiu'er, the reincarnation of the vixen."
"Everyone dislikes her and wishes the prince would immediately order an attack on the city to kill the vixen."
Regardless of whether the guard said this or not, at least the palace maid knew that this was what Feng Qingyin liked to hear.
Their responsibility is to protect Miss Qingyin. If anything happens to her, not to mention Miss Linglong, His Highness the Crown Prince will not let them go.
Feng Qingyin met the palace maid's gaze and frowned slightly.
"Is everything you said true?"
"It's true."
The palace maid nodded, walked over in two steps, and put the robe in her hand on Feng Qingyin.
"The guards all know that Miss Qingyin is dedicated to His Highness the Crown Prince, and they are increasingly impressed by Miss Qingyin."
The people brought out this time were basically Zhan Yuheng's people. With so many troops in Zhan Yuheng's hands, it was definitely impossible for Feng Qingyin to completely recover them.
However, Feng Qingyin finally felt a little better after hearing the soldiers acknowledge her existence more and more.
After collecting herself, Feng Qingyin sat back on the bed.
The palace maid who fell to the ground immediately stood up, took her boots, and knelt in front of Feng Qingyin.
"Miss Qingyin, you shouldn't catch a cold now, please put on your boots before we talk, okay?"
Feng Qingyin glanced down and nodded generously.
As if receiving a gift, the palace maid carefully picked up her legs and put her boots on.
“Is there any news from Linglong?
The prince's brother wants to be interrogated, but shouldn't the interrogation last so long?"
"Return to Miss Qingyin."
The palace maid who stood up to prepare clothes for Feng Qingyin nodded in response.
"I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince held a morning meeting, but no one has come to report yet. The morning meeting should not be over yet. As for Miss Linglong, we have no news about her yet."
"What?"
Feng Qingyin frowned, "There is still no news at all?"
"Um."
The palace maid nodded and lowered her voice, "I heard that she followed Qingyun into a tent yesterday and never left again."
"No one saw when Qingyun left. No one even knows when His Highness the Prince left."
"Miss Qingyin, I don't know if General Qingyun believed that Miss Linglong was the murderer, so she was guarded so tightly to prevent our people from getting close to her?"
"Qingyun."
Feng Qingyin clenched her fist and said coldly, "Why is it still him?"
Seeing this, another palace maid coughed lightly and whispered: "I also feel that General Qingyun is always targeting us."
"Miss Qingyin, do you think it is possible that General Qingyun has been bribed by Feng Jiuer?"
"Everyone knows Feng Jiuer's methods. I think this matter is not completely impossible."
Looking up at the palace maid next to her who was combing her hair, Feng Qingyin's crescent eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.
The palace maid was frightened and suddenly let go of Feng Qingyin's long hair and knelt down.
"Sorry! Miss Qingyin, I didn't mean to say anything nonsense, it's just, just..." Looking up to meet Feng Qingyin's eyes, the palace maid shook her head.
"Miss Qingyin, I didn't say anything. Don't be angry! I really didn't say anything."
As soon as she finished speaking, she knelt on the ground and knelt down to worship.
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes, looked away, and stood up.
"Get freshen up. I'm going to see the prince's brother and see if Qingyun dares to stop me."
"If I find out that he is Feng Jiu'er's man, I, Feng Qingyin, will be the first to spare him!"
"Yes! I will definitely not bypass him."
A palace maid immediately responded.
Another palace maid hurriedly got up from the ground.
"Yes, if Qingyun is really Feng Jiuer's man, His Highness the Crown Prince will not bypass him."
The maid held Feng Qingyin's hand and asked her to sit down in front of the mirror.
Looking at the mirror, the palace maid said softly: "Actually, our Miss Qingyin is much more beautiful than Feng Jiuer."
"I just heard that Feng Jiu'er has known His Highness the Crown Prince since she was a child, and His Highness the Crown Prince will give her some sympathy."
"right."
Another palace maid also nodded sharply, "Our young lady is the most beautiful woman in Beimu Kingdom."
