“Mm, you’re right.”
“I am the evil god.”
“….”
Xiao Jinghan echoed Feng Jingge’s words, which instead left Feng Jingge momentarily speechless.
Based on this man’s usual venomous tongue, shouldn’t he have refuted her?
Yet now that he agreed so calmly, she couldn’t even stay annoyed. She could only quietly get dressed.
Seeing that Feng Jingge was having trouble dressing due to her injuries, Xiao Jinghan stepped forward to help her.
Feng Jingge instinctively wanted to refuse, but thinking of her wounds, she silently let him help her instead.
Soon she was properly dressed, and the two of them headed out together.
Outside, they immediately spotted Zhi Liao standing nearby.
Zhi Liao noticed them too and quickly flashed over to report.
“Your Highness, the steward has already brought Prince Yu to the front hall.”
“Prince Yu brought four maids and two guards.”
“The maids are not skilled in martial arts, but the guards are—average level fighters.”
Listening to the report, Feng Jingge inwardly sighed. As expected of Xiao Jinghan’s people—Prince Yu had just entered the residence, and they had already figured out his entourage.
“Prince Yu is frightened and emotionally unstable. Miss Feng, you should prepare yourself,” Zhi Liao added.
In the next instant, he vanished from sight.
Feng Jingge walked forward a few steps, then suddenly turned back to Xiao Jinghan.
“So there are only two outcomes for Prince Yu coming here—you let him stay or you don’t.”
“Either way, just inform Ning An and let them arrange it.”
“So why did you wake me up?”
“Want to know?”
She nodded.
“Then come, I’ll tell you on the way.”
With that, he headed toward the front hall.
“….”
Feng Jingge rolled her eyes but still followed him inside.
Before she could even clearly see who was in the hall, a figure suddenly lunged toward her.
“Imperial Uncle! Imperial Uncle! Help!”
“Someone is trying to kill me!”
Fortunately, Ning An reacted quickly and stepped in to block Prince Yu, preventing him from crashing into Feng Jingge.
Feng Jingge: “…”
She signaled to Qing Shan. Qing Shan immediately understood and brought a cup of tea forward.
“Your Highness, please have some tea.”
Having just escaped danger and rushed all the way to the Prince Regent’s mansion, Prince Yu hadn’t had a drop of water. His throat was completely dry.
Without thinking, he grabbed the tea and drank it in one gulp.
Then—
“Pffft—!”
He spat it out in disbelief.
“It’s cold!”
Feng Jingge sat down leisurely and said, “Drink some cold tea to calm down.”
“….”
Prince Yu turned toward her and rushed forward again, but stopped within five steps after recalling Ning An blocking him earlier. He could only look at her pitifully.
“Imperial Uncle, you have no idea how dangerous it was. I really escaped death narrowly!”
“If my servants hadn’t discovered it in time, I would’ve ended up like my eldest brother!”
“I even went to see him today—he’s still lying in bed, pale as paper. His two sons are terrified and crying nonstop.”
He had gone to visit Prince Chen?
Feng Jingge’s expression flickered slightly before returning to calm.
After rescuing the little prince yesterday, she had fainted. By the time she woke up, it was already the next day. She hadn’t had time to learn what happened afterward.
And Xiao Jinghan hadn’t told her either.
Now hearing this, she felt something she couldn’t quite describe.
Why would someone target Prince Chen, who had clearly stayed out of politics?
Prince Yu continued, “Imperial Uncle, I’m really scared.”
Feng Jingge finally responded, “So…”
“So, Imperial Uncle… can I stay here for a few days?”
Feng Jingge didn’t answer immediately.
“Has the fire incident been reported to the authorities?”
Prince Yu froze.
Clearly—no.
Feng Jingge continued, “Do you know the cause of the fire?”
He shook his head. “I thought someone was trying to kill me. I ran for my life and didn’t check.”
“And when you left, was the fire already extinguished?”
“Yes, it was out. That’s why I left.”
Feng Jingge narrowed her eyes slightly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
She nodded. “Qing Shan, take Prince Yu to rest.”
Just as she turned to leave, Prince Yu suddenly grabbed her arm.
Her gaze turned sharp and cold.
Prince Yu immediately flinched and let go. “Imperial Uncle, I didn’t mean to offend you…”
“I just wanted to ask something.”
“Speak.”
He leaned closer and lowered his voice.
“The young man who accompanied you to the brothel last time… why haven’t I seen him recently?”
Feng Jingge paused. “Su Xiu?”
“Yes, him!”
“He had urgent matters and left the capital.”
Prince Yu suddenly became agitated.
“He left?! Why didn’t he tell me?”
Feng Jingge: “???”
Before she could react, he kept rambling excitedly about Su Xiu.
At that moment, Xiao Jinghan suddenly interrupted coldly: “How much did he borrow from you?”
Feng Jingge: “???”
Borrow money?
Prince Yu finally noticed the unfamiliar woman in the room.
But before he could speak, Xiao Jinghan repeated: “How much?”
Prince Yu slowly raised two fingers.
“Two hundred taels?” Feng Jingge guessed.
“No—two thousand.”
Feng Jingge: “…”
Xiao Jinghan: “…”
Prince Yu panicked. “He didn’t borrow the money and run away, did he?!”
“Imperial Uncle, he’s your man—shouldn’t you…”
“No money.”
Feng Jingge coldly dropped the words and turned to leave.
What a joke.
Why should she pay back money someone else ran off with?
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