Everyone stood there not knowing what to say, but then Butler Li walked in: "Yuan Chen, the second prince is on his way to Zhuangzi."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes turned to Butler Li.

"How long until we arrive?" Feng Yuanchen frowned.

"About one stick of incense."

After hearing this, Feng Yuanchen opened the door without saying anything, jumped up and flew in the direction of Zhuangzi.

Sheng Hancheng nodded appreciatively behind him: "The Qing Gong is pretty good."

Feng Yuanchen returned to Zhuangzi, changed his clothes, and waited quietly for the arrival of the second prince.

After a while, I saw a carriage going very fast. An old man was injured by the driver's whip before he could dodge: "A good dog doesn't block the way. Do you know whose carriage this is? Get out of the way."

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It wasn't over yet. The old man slowly pushed himself up and climbed up from the ground. But without saying a word, the coachman once again raised the whip in his hand and threw it out with a "snap".

Feng Yuanchen walked over, grabbed the whip that was thrown at him, pulled hard, and directly pulled the coachman out of the carriage.

The coachman staggered, raised his head and angrily shouted: "What little beast dares to touch the uncle's whip?" The coachman pulled back the whip and swung it again, and it happened to fall on Feng Yuanchen, which directly ripped his sleeves.

There was a blood stain on his exposed arm.

Feng Yuanchen didn't even look at his injuries and helped the old man to the roadside.

The coachman sneered and pulled down the whip for the second time. This time Feng Yuanchen could no longer hold back and grabbed the whip and flew around it quickly and put it around the coachman's neck, tightening it with both hands.

The coachman struggled with his eyes widened, and his face soon turned purple due to suffocation.

"Yuan Chen, stop!" The car curtain lifted, and a middle-aged man walked out of the car.

Everyone in Zhuangzi who had served the concubine in the palace knew that this middle-aged man was Feng Chongjun, the second prince of the Zhou Dynasty.

Feng Yuanchen looked at his strange father, and memories flooded into his mind. He passed away because his mother gave birth to a child with strange eyes. This so-called father not only disliked him, but also almost killed him because of gossip in the palace.

, it was the emperor's grandfather who took him to the palace and raised him well so that he could grow up, but due to difficult childbirth and malnutrition, his body was somewhat weak.

Five years ago, he was sent to this village by his aunt, in the name of recuperation, but in fact, he secretly sent various killers to get rid of him. His father had never come to visit him in the past five years, so why did he suddenly come here today.

The second prince also didn't expect that his son, who was so sick and dying, would not only stand in front of him but also learn martial arts, which surprised him a little.

Feng Yuanchen let go of the whip in his hand, and the coachman finally breathed fresh air. He touched his neck and almost thought he was going to die. Fright and fear made him crawl back to the carriage without daring to say a word.

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"Yuan Chen, you haven't seen me for so long and you don't know how to salute your father when you see him?" Feng Chongjun walked slowly to him.

Feng Yuanchen watched his father kneel down and salute before standing up.

The second prince looked at him and felt angry and unlucky: "Huh~ It's really unruly."

Feng Yuanchen didn't care at all and said coldly: "I wonder why father has time to come to this shabby villa today?"

"You think I am willing? It was your aunt who came to ask me to take you back."

Feng Yuanchen was stunned for a moment: "Go back?"

The sudden news made Feng Yuanchen's brain spin rapidly. The master had just left and his aunt asked him to go back. Could it be that they already knew that the master was here?

Feng Yuanchen looked at his father warily and thought for a while: "Thank you for your concern, my aunt, my son doesn't want to go back yet."

The second prince didn't expect that his son would refuse, and he didn't know what to say.

Feng Yuanchen bowed to him respectfully: "Father, my son is fine here. I really don't want to go back to Beijing. I guess you don't want to watch me hanging around in front of you all the time."

"That's right." The second prince thought for a moment and then continued: "Forget it if you don't want to go back. Then you can stay here for the rest, and I won't stay any longer." Feng Chongjun really wanted to leave this barren land as soon as possible.

Today, he was planning to bring Miss Su Xueer from Cuihong Pavilion back to the Villa. Unexpectedly, the princess sent someone to look for her, so he hurried back to the house. However, he was summoned here for no reason, and he was rushing back to Wenrou Township.

, I don’t have time to care whether this traitor comes back or not.

Feng Yuanchen nodded and looked at his father who had already walked back to his carriage. The driver took the reins and picked up the whip in his hand and swung it at the horse. The horse raised its front hooves and ran forward because of pain, curling up along the way.

It kicked up a lot of dust.

Looking at the direction in which the second prince left, Feng Yuanchen felt that his father's arrival was not that simple, but he couldn't think of a reason. At this time, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, and he remembered that he was injured.

When he returned home, he took out medicine from the medicine box and bandaged himself briefly, then lay on the bed with his eyes closed to rest, and it was not until dark that he was ready to get up and return to Sichuan Xiangyuan.

"You have to wait until dark before taking action to kill people and silence them? I have been lying there all afternoon and you have been staring at me all afternoon. If you want to take action, hurry up and don't delay me from going out." He said while staring at the roof.

There was a sneer in the darkness, and the man jumped off the roof without hiding: "When did you find out?"

"There is no need for a dead person to know so many things." Feng Yuanchen swiped the dagger directly towards the man's throat.

The man showed a fierce look, and it was an accident that a child saw through it, but he didn't think that a child could kill him. After several twists and turns, the man fell straight in front of Feng Yuanchen, leaving a trail of blood on his neck.

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Feng Yuanchen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he dropped the dagger in his hand. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Fortunately, he did not return to Chuanxiang Garden immediately, otherwise the master's whereabouts would have been discovered.

Late at night, he made sure that no assassins were coming before he set off for Chuanxiang Garden. Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door, the old Marquis walked out.

"Injured?"

Feng Yuanchen nodded and stepped forward.

Mr. Sheng took his hand and felt his pulse. After confirming that he was not poisoned but had some skin trauma, he asked Butler Li to get the medicine box and give him medicine.

"Master, he wants to take me back to Beijing."

"Yes, I know." Mr. Sheng raised his head after applying the medicine and looked into his doubtful eyes: "Your aunt arranged a wet nurse for Zhiyao through her sister. Last night, Sheng Hanmo and the others suddenly disappeared overnight. The wet nurse

I notified your aunt, so your father is coming to take you home today."

"But why would she suspect it was me?"

"You have to ask your eldest brother about this."

"Feng Yuanqing?"

Old Marquis Sheng put the medicine into the medicine box and handed it to Butler Li: "Yes, even though Feng Yuanqing is uninhibited, he is actually very thoughtful. He has two plans. If the second prince takes you back, you will be imprisoned by him.

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"What if I don't go back?"

"Of course the only people who are not under your control are..." The old Marquis didn't want to speak so cruelly to a child, so he had to stop what he was saying.

"die."

The old Marquis nodded gently: "Okay, let's go and rest."

Feng Yuanchen didn't speak anymore, silently walked up the stairs and entered his room.

"Master Marquis, I'm here to report that the nanny is dead."

"She has no use value anymore, so naturally they won't leave any clues to us." Mr. Sheng was silent for a while and said to Butler Li: "Go find someone, disguise yourself and go to the village to help Yuan Chen watch over her."
Chapter completed!