Feng Jiu, due to the environment she grew up in, has a fortitude and ruthlessness that is different from that of ordinary people.
Even Qing Yu had slightly underestimated Feng Jiu’s ruthlessness.
Not ruthless to others, but ruthless to herself. In just one day, word spread throughout the divine capital that Feng Jiu, the “famous” ruined prince, had been a*sa*sinated a few days ago at Tianle Square and was now bedridden with a secret wound, just a few breaths away from entering his coffin.
When Qing Yu heard the guests in the inn talking about this news, he was also slightly taken aback. According to his intention, he had Feng Jiu threaten Zhang Qian Ding by saying that he had been attacked by him, and if Zhang Qian Ding did not comply, he would further blackmail him by creating a fake injury. After that, he would use Zhang Qianding to take control of Zhang Haishan step by step.
But when Feng Jiu heard Qing Yu say that he could use Zhang Qian Ding to coerce Zhang Hai Shan, who had a son in his old age, he set his sights on Zhang Hai Shan from the very beginning, trying to get him in one step.
“But, after all, he is still a bit young. The young man is still a bit too impatient, without knowing that taking too big a step is likely to tear the egg.” Qing Yu shook his head and muttered to himself in an old-fashioned manner.
“It seems that I still need to go to Feng Jiu’s residence personally.”
It was impossible not to go, Feng Jiu had really laid a vicious hand on him, and now he was lying in bed, unable to get up. Moreover, even if he wasn’t injured, if the Ninth Prince, who was said to be seriously injured and dying, was seen running to the Yun Lai Inn alive and well, it would be impossible to act out this drama.
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“This gentleman, His Highness is in the inner room, having his injuries diagnosed by the imperial doctor, please wait a moment.” The butler of Feng Jiu’s residence guided Qing Yu to a courtyard and respectfully said to Qing Yu.
“No matter, the Ninth Prince’s condition is important.” Qing Yu said in a harmonious voice.
Tsk, Feng Jiu was living, what a downward spiral. Qing Yu thought casually as he stood there.
From what Qing Yu could see, Feng Jiu’s mansion was quite chic and gave people a sense of dignity and atmosphere. If it were an ordinary wealthy family, this would be a good place to live. But in Feng Jiu’s case, it was a bit out of keeping with his status as an imperial son. Other than that, the fact that it was not big enough already revealed the fact that Feng Jiu was not favoured.
Moreover, Qing Yu glanced at the butler who was waiting outside the house with him.
It was said that “the seventh-ranked official in front of the prime minister’s gate”, but in front of Feng Jiu’s gate, this butler was not even as good as a ninth-ranked official, he was even respectful to a random visitor.
“Squeak.”
A door slammed, and a middle-aged man, about thirty years old, with a medicine box hanging on his shoulder and a few strands of beard, came out of the room, probably the imperial doctor who came to treat Feng Jiu.
“Doctor Liu, His Highness the Ninth Prince ——” the housekeeper hurriedly went forward and asked.
The Imperial Doctor Liu directly shoved a prescription into the housekeeper’s hand and said coldly, “Take the medicine according to the prescription and take it on time.”
After saying this, he walked away without looking back.
The housekeeper was unimpressed, grabbed the prescription, smiled at Qing Yu and said, “This gentleman, please go in. The old slave still needs to boil the medicine for His Highness, so he will not be worthy of your son’s entry.”
The housekeeper had to boil the medicine himself, the servants of ordinary rich families were much more than your “Your Highness”.
Qing Yu pushed open the door of the room and went inside to find Feng Jiu.
The fire in the room was burning brightly, making the whole room very warm. Feng Jiu was wrapped in a thick blanket and lying on the bed.
“What did the imperial doctor say?” Qing Yu asked as soon as she entered the door.
Feng Jiu was slightly stunned, not expecting Qing Yu to ask this, and said, “Take the medicine on time, there is nothing serious wrong.”
After hearing this, Qing Yu paced back and forth a few steps before saying, “This time, your plan was too hasty.”
“I had already inquired when I came, and last night, Zhang Qian Ding did not go to Tian Le Fang to seek pleasure.”
Zhang Qian Ding, modest and firm, a good name to hear, but unfortunately he didn’t do that. He was a wild man who dared to knock even the imperial prince’s socks off, and was a regular visitor to Tianle Place, where he had no female pleasure night after night, and had no stability at all.
If Zhang Haishan hadn’t gotten old and out of use, he would have had to have a second child.
“It could be that he was afraid of exposing the fact that he attacked you, but it could also be that Zhang Haishan knew about it and wouldn’t let him go out.
Whichever it is, the plan will fall through. The imperial doctor said that you are not seriously injured, and this cannot be hidden from those who have an interest. As long as Zhang Qian Ding tells Zhang Hai Shan what happened, with Zhang Hai Shan’s years of experience in the bureaucratic world, it won’t be difficult to settle the matter. After all, you are only an unpopular prince.”
Again, it was because he was not in favour. Feng Jiu’s fist under the quilt clenched up hard, he was fed up with this kind of treatment.
“This matter, it concerns my cultivation advancement, I will think of something. At least, the sustenance for practicing kung fu still has to be obtained from the Zhang family. As for you ——”
Qing Yu looked at Feng Jiu coldly and sternly, “It’s not wrong to change the plan privately, but it’s your fault if you didn’t achieve the desired result. Today, you will slowly experience the punishment of this failure.”
“I will stay here, don’t worry, I won’t let you die.”
After saying this, Qing Yu intended to go to the housekeeper and ask him to arrange a compartment for him, and stay here for the time being tonight.
Behind him, Feng Jiu finally realised what Qing Yu was talking about in terms of punishment, the feeling of emptiness and strange itchiness was worse than killing him, “Wait, Brother Meng, Brother Meng ——–”
Qing Yu ignored it and left without looking back.
——
In the night, Feng Jiu, who had been terrified to sleep, felt that familiar strange itch come again and could not help but open his mouth to cry out.
“If you attract the housekeeper or other servants, you can stay here and die.” The voice of Qing Yu came to her ears.
Feng Jiu opened her mouth and bit down on the corner of the blanket, and could only make a muffled sound of “——“.
Despite thinking that this torture was worse than death, he still chose to live. This is Feng Jiu, a man of noble birth, but as tough as a weed.
The feeling of emptiness and strange itchiness did not originate in his bones, but came from deep inside his body, and even if he wanted to scratch it, there was nowhere to do so.
Feng Jiu was thrashed around by this feeling, but because of the warning of the strange itch, he could not scream out. This feeling was really worse than death.
“It’s almost time ——” Qing Yu estimated that it was about time, so he opened the window door from the window and leapt into the room.
He pressed Feng Jiu’s corresponding acupuncture points and inputted his internal energy into them.
Soon, Feng Jiu’s face, which looked grim because of the strange itchy torture, gradually eased up and turned from great pain to great bliss.
And this, too, was the time when Feng Jiu’s own will was at its weakest.
Qing Yu took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and pulled out the stopper.
Feng Jiu was still not very peaceful after all, and due to his past experiences, he seemed to be a bit eager to get what he wanted, and such a nature was not conducive to Qing Yu’s plan.
So, Qing Yu decided to take an insurance ——
