The interior of Fengqi Courtyard cannot be compared with Ruyi Pavilion.

Ruyi Pavilion is much more luxurious, but Fengqi Courtyard is just a courtyard, especially when the stupid Nangong Yue lives there. The precious things and fragile flowers and plants are not placed in the open, making it look simple and elegant.

Winter in the capital is later than at the border. When I came back, the beginning of autumn had passed, and now it was still half a month before the winter solstice.

As we walked through the courtyard, the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves. Without the two people who usually played around, it felt even more lonely, and some subtle sounds became more obvious.

"Hiss, be gentle."

As soon as Nangong Ling arrived at the door, before she even pushed it open, she heard a soft cry from inside.

Immediately afterwards, Zizhu sighed, "Princess, you really don't cherish yourself. If the princess knows that I hurt you, she will definitely blame herself."

"Don't worry, she won't remember." Feng Jiuqing's voice was quite careless, "After the bandage is finished, you just need to cooperate with me and say it was a fall."

"Princess!" Zizhu was a little anxious, and the hand he used to treat Feng Jiuqing's wound was accidentally a little too heavy, causing Feng Jiuqing to take another breath.

Zizhu sighed, rather reproachfully, "Even if I don't tell you, Princess, you still need to pay more attention."

"Look at you, when you pulled the princess, you also hit the window frame. The old injury on your leg hasn't fully healed yet! Next time, the princess will ask me to do this."

"It's not that fragile." Feng Jiuqing saw that she had wrapped the gauze on her hand and took back her hand.

She stood up nonchalantly, "If the tendons I connected are so easy to break, how can I survive in the future?"

He half-jokingly said: "When I leave this hellish place in the future, I will rely on this craft to support myself."

Zizhu couldn't help but chuckle, his brows were filled with sadness, and he frowned slightly.

Feng Jiuqing pretended not to notice, and only ordered, "Yue'er has taken a lot of soothing powder and should sleep until tomorrow. I am also tired today, so I will come back tomorrow."

Zizhu obediently responded.

Feng Jiuqing then walked out of the room and yawned when she walked to the door.

But as soon as she opened the door and saw the people inside, she had to put away the tired look in her eyes.

"I didn't expect that you, a majestic prince, would have a hobby of breaking into people's boudoirs?"

The gentleness in Feng Jiuqing's eyes was replaced by indifference.

Nangong Ling glanced at her, with a cryptic look on his face that made it difficult to figure out his true thoughts, "Everything in this house belongs to me. You can't stop me wherever I go."

Even though the words he spoke were still wrong when he opened his mouth, Feng Jiu could clearly feel that Nangong Ling didn't seem to have any murderous intention towards her now?

Feng Jiuqing narrowed her eyes, not afraid of him, and walked to the seat opposite him and sat down.

She got straight to the point, "So, what are you here for? Do you think you had a good sleep last night and want to ask me about the formula of the calming powder?"

Nangong Ling glared at her coldly.

He suppressed his anger and said, "What did you do to Yue'er?"

"Of course it's to help her recover her memory." Feng Jiuqing crossed her arms and answered calmly.

"She was stimulated." Nangong Ling stared at her sternly.

Feng Jiuqing was not in a good mood when she said this, "So you'd better keep an eye on your people. Don't let anyone in while I'm treating Yue'er. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, Yue'er will even be three years old."

The child’s mind can no longer be preserved!”

When Nangong Ling heard this, she couldn't help but sneer, "What's your responsibility? If Yue'er hadn't relied on you, I wouldn't have spared your life to treat her!"

"So you can find someone else who can cure Yue'er without me?" Feng Jiuqing asked casually.

Nangong Ling's face was dark and she was about to open her mouth.

Feng Jiuqing said quickly: "Don't look for quack doctors who can't even cure yourself. If you can't cure yourself, wouldn't it be harming others if you treat others?"

This sarcastic remark only required me to pronounce the name of the punchline.

All Nangong Ling's attempts to raise an army to investigate and accuse him immediately ceased. If he stayed here any longer, he might be so angry that he vomited blood.

He almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you think stimulating Yue'er and reminding her of everything back then will help her return to normal?"

Feng Jiuqing nodded.

Nangong Ling closed her eyes hard, and when she opened them again, the emotion in her eyes deepened.

He didn't think it was appropriate, "It would be better to keep it as it is now. It was hard for her to forget what happened back then..."

"Nangong Ling, do you know what happened back then?"

Feng Jiuqing glanced at him coldly and emphasized again, "I said, Yue'er is most likely not in this state due to excessive sadness."

Nangong Ling didn't want to talk more about this matter with her.

That was the fact that he was nailed to the pillar of shame. This was also the reason why even though he had made great achievements in battle, he was still not happy with his father.

Feng Jiuqing saw that he still didn't believe her, so she didn't bother to talk anymore, "Okay, since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. But I can guarantee that Yue'er can return to normal through this method."

Nangong Ling was silent for a long time, and then said coldly: "You'd better keep your word."

Feng Jiuqing ignored his look and raised two fingers, "But I have two conditions. The first one is money."

Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment and almost wanted to draw a sword and cut off one of her fingers.

"Don't push yourself too far," he warned coldly.

She did everything she should, but she still dared to shamelessly ask him for money?

Feng Jiuqing was dissatisfied and looked at him with disdain, "Why are you so stingy when buying medicinal materials for your sister?"

Nangong Ling was almost furious.

"A phantom hidden flower costs five hundred taels! If it were not for it today, Yue'er would be possessed by a demon!" Feng Jiuqing was not afraid of the threat at all.

Nangong Ling was secretly lucky. It took a long time before she squeezed out a few words through her teeth, "What about the second condition?"

Only then did Feng Jiuqing find him more pleasing to the eye.

She lazily stretched out her second finger and said, "The second condition is not to restrain Yue'er. Taking her out from time to time will help her relax and make my treatment easier."

"Impossible." Nangong Ling flatly refused and said coldly, "Yueer is a princess and has a special status..."

"Don't do this." Feng Jiuqing dismantled him without saying a word, "No one will take a stupid princess seriously, let alone care about her sincerely."

Nangong Ling glanced at her.

Feng Jiuqing still did not count him among those who treated Nangong Yue sincerely. She only said: "I will take her with me and I will never let her get hurt in any way."

Nangong Ling really wanted to ridicule her. Is she just a loser with all her veins broken and her martial arts useless?

But when the words reached the tip of the tongue, they were shattered and swallowed back into the throat.

After a long silence, he finally said coldly: "If she loses a hair, I'll ask you for it."

After that, he didn't look for anger here, got up, slammed the door and left.

Feng Jiuqing stared at his leaving figure, not angry at all.

Anyway, this door doesn’t belong to her, so there’s no need to feel bad!

Nangong Ling kept her promise and sent someone to deliver the banknotes the next day.

I wonder if it was because Feng Jiuqing mentioned five hundred taels of medicinal herbs, so Nangong Ling generously gave her two thousand taels.

When Zizhu was delivered and fetched, everyone was stupid.
Chapter completed!