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Chapter 11 Is She Really Stupid or Fake?

She did it on purpose, she must have done it on purpose!

Feng Qingyin's face grew colder and colder, and her hands squeezed tighter and tighter.

Suddenly, she walked over quickly and pinched Feng Jiuer's wrist.

The resentment in her eyes made her delicately made-up face become distorted and hideous.

"Feng Jiu'er, do you really not remember what happened last night?"

Jiu'er felt pain from being pinched by her, and her little face wrinkled up: "Sister Qingyin, what's wrong with you? You hurt me."

The mute slave hurriedly walked over, pushed Feng Qingyin's hand away, and carefully blew on Jiu'er's pinched red wrist.

Feng Qingyin really couldn't see anything wrong in Feng Jiuer's eyes. She was no different from the past.

How could this happen? Could it be that what you said just now was really unintentional?

She... is still the same fool, right?

It is understandable for a fool to talk nonsense, but such words are really deadly!

Feng Qingyin took a breath and smiled softly: "It's nothing, I just want to see if sister Jiu'er is really injured."

She returned to her usual gentleness, and the resentment in her eyes was suppressed by herself.

"By the way, sister Jiu'er, dad said that all the sisters can go to Imperial College, and you also have a place in your hand..."

"Sister Qingyin, who do you call daddy? Aren't you the bastard born of Yu Niang's fooling around with a man? Do bastards also have a father?"

"Feng Jiu'er!"

"What's wrong? Everyone said this, I...did I say it wrong?" Feng Jiuer hid behind the mute slave, seemingly frightened by Feng Qingyin's anger.

The mute slave was still expressionless. Anyway, his face was ruined and he couldn't speak. In most cases, he only served as a decoration.

Still, it's the kind of decoration that's a bit eye-catching.

Feng Qingyin was so angry that her chest kept heaving, and her desire to kill became more and more intense.

But she finally endured it.

"Jiu'er, dad...your dad has recognized me as his goddaughter, and I am now also a young lady of the Feng family."

With a smile on her face, she continued to coax softly: "Jiu'er, dad said you are still too young, and I am afraid that you will be bullied by those people after you go to Imperial College..."

"Are all the people in Imperial College bad?" Feng Jiuer asked innocently.

"Of course!" Seeing that she believed her, Feng Qingyin immediately added: "They are all bad people who specialize in bullying girls, beating people, and even killing people. They are very scary."

Feng Jiuer shrank back behind the mute slave again. Feng Qingyin was overjoyed when she saw this.

"Jiu'er, I'm afraid that if you go, you will be killed by those people. Otherwise, you can say that you are not in good health and cannot go to the Imperial College to study. Can my sister go for you?"

It turned out that this was Feng Qingyin's purpose of "bearing the humiliation" and coming to her tonight.

Because she is the goddaughter, even though she is the eighth young lady, her name is not justified, so there is no place for her to enter the school.

Feng Jiuer sneered in her heart, go to the Imperial College instead of her? Go and live her spring and autumn dream!

"Imperial College is so scary, no, I'm scared, I'm going to tell grandpa!"

Feng Jiuer jumped down from the chair and was about to walk out the door.

Feng Qingyin was startled and hurriedly chased after him: "Jiu'er, what are you looking for grandpa for?"

"You said that the people in the Imperial Academy are all bad people and they can kill people. I'm going to tell grandpa and ask him to tell the emperor and arrest all the bad people."

"Jiu'er, you can't go." Feng Qingyin was frightened and hurriedly tried to stop her, "Jiu'er, sister...sister...I'm kidding you, don't go."

If Feng Jiuer spreads this word, wouldn't she offend a large number of people?

The people in the Imperial Academy are all the sons and daughters of the royal family and nobles.

If you offend those people, can you still live a good life in the capital in the future?


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