The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 12: The Marquisate Takes Advantage of the Danger
He hid so well that no one had ever discovered him for so many years.

"It's obvious that he will die in just six years..." Kong Yi gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of you, a yellow-haired girl, that you ruined my good deeds!"

"It's really you..." Ye Jinchen's face grew colder and colder, and he slapped Kong Yi in the face.

The slap was mixed with internal force. He had nowhere to dodge it, and just by taking it, his jawbone and nose bridge shifted a little. A tooth fell out of his mouth, rolling to the ground mixed with blood, and bright red blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

Good guy...

Yun Qing swallowed his saliva. Fortunately, he didn't hold it against her for slapping him. If he had insisted on her returning those dozen slaps, her face would have been shattered by him.

"Solved." Ye Jinchen said to Yun Qing.

Yun Qing raised an eyebrow: "Don't you want to ask?"

Ye Jinchen glanced at Kong Yi. He had been with him for so many years, how could he not understand him? He didn't even say a word after being slapped so hard, so how could he expect to get anything out of him?
He said coldly: "There is nothing to ask."

Yun Qing sighed and looked at Kong Yi's face, which had turned black. He chanted a spell, drew out the evil spirit from his body, and killed him one by one.

After the evil spirit was taken away, Kong Yi's face turned pale as paper, as if he had stopped breathing. His eyes rolled back and he struggled a few times, then curled up on the ground like a worm. He screamed a few times and then there was no more movement.

Yun Qing looked down at him and said, "Shan Qing is really unscrupulous. After being defeated by Master, he made a fortune in the capital by violating his conscience..."

Ye Qianning poked her head out from Ye Jinchen's arms and asked tremblingly, "What happened to him?"

Yun Qing sighed and said, "He has been possessed by an evil spirit. Over the years, his body has long been occupied by the evil spirit. He is just an empty shell, a walking corpse. He won't live long."

Ye Qianning took a breath of cold air, and the people around him who were close to Kong Yi broke out in cold sweats.

Yun Qing clapped his hands, exhaled lightly, and said to Ye Jinchen: "Your house is clean now. Don't forget the ten thousand taels you promised me."

"This king always keeps his word."

Yun Qing raised the corners of his lips, in a good mood, humming a song and left in the direction of his residence.

In the evening, the setting sun turns the azure sky into a half-red glow.

The maid walked into the room carrying a plate of cakes, presented it to Yunqing, and said, "Miss Yunqing, before the Eighth Princess leaves, she will give you a plate of osmanthus cakes."

Yun Qing, who was sitting on a chair reading a book, raised his eyebrows, turned a page, and said, "Put it there."

After a while, she opened the ceramic lid, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and without taking her eyes off the book, she just smiled and picked up the cakes on the plate, saying, "You still have some conscience and know how to thank me."

After she finished speaking, she brought the pastry to her mouth and took just one bite. Her originally relaxed face turned dark.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Yun Qing spat out the remaining sour pastry in her mouth in horror, and threw the remaining pastry back into the plate like a hot potato.

She frowned unhappily, rummaged around on the table for a few candied fruits, stuffed them into her mouth to wash off the taste, and said incoherently, "You despicable villain, you made something so disgusting to frame me!"

Just as he was cursing, Su Lan came running in from outside the house.

Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, looking at her holding her stomach and gasping for breath, raised an eyebrow and asked: "What are you doing in such a hurry? What happened?"

Su Lan took a deep breath and said, "Fairy sister, the people from the Marquis' Mansion went to San Sheng Tang." "What?" Yun Qing frowned and rolled his eyes.

That’s not right. Apart from Sheng Jintang, who else in the Marquis’ Mansion could know her background?

"It's the Marquis. He said that the fairy sister bullied his niece and he wants to settle the score with you."

Hearing this, Yun Qing's voice became a little deeper: "Isn't Sansheng Hall closed?"

"That's right." Su Lan nodded and said, "The Marquis' Mansion is really going too far. San Sheng Tang was not open this morning. Someone asked me about you, but I kept silent. However, the Marquis took advantage of the situation and spread the news that you insulted and framed his eldest daughter. He even smashed the door of San Sheng Tang..."

"How ridiculous!" Yun Qing slammed the table in anger, then touched his delicate palm in pain.

"Don't worry, Sister Fairy. Sanshengtang has such a good reputation in the capital. How could the people believe his one-sided words?"

Su Lan sat beside her and said proudly, "When I came here, I not only saw patients who had been cured by you helping to clean up in front of San Sheng Tang, but also many people went to the door of the Marquis' Mansion to curse. A lot of rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs were thrown in front of the door. The Marquis' Mansion was so scared that they closed the door tightly and didn't dare to leave a crack."

Yun Qing raised the corners of his lips, with a confident look on his face: "This is what the people want, we don't care to be slandered by him."

"Fairy sister is right." Su Lan picked up the cakes on the table and started eating them, mumbling, "Fairy sister is the best. Ugh... What the hell is this? Even a dog wouldn't want to eat it!"

She threw the cake to the ground in disgust and burst into tears in pain.

Before Yun Qing could stop her, she saw that she had suffered for her quick words, and she couldn't suppress a smile on her face. She continued to sit back in her chair and flip through the book, saying leisurely: "I reward you for the Eighth Princess's kindness."

That night.

In her hazy dream, she saw the familiar back garden of the marquis's mansion, and the miserable and painful cries of children.

The eight-year-old boy sat in a wooden wheelchair, his face was dark and ugly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

That was the young master of the Marquis’ Mansion, Sheng Yi, the youngest son of Sheng Yukun.

He clutched his robe tightly with both hands, veins popping out on his forehead from the pain: "It hurts! My legs hurt so much!"

He covered his hands and cried, which was pitiful.

Sheng Jintang ran over quickly, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out some pills and gave them to Sheng Yi to take. Only then did his crying gradually subside.

Sheng Yukun and his wife Bai came immediately. Bai hugged Sheng Yi and cried. Sheng Yukun looked at Sheng Jintang with gratitude in his eyes.

Another spring and autumn passed quickly, and little Sheng Yi's health not only did not improve, but his face became paler and paler. His small body was weirdly thin, and a lingering black air filled the air, which had already invaded his internal organs. His legs, which were already unable to stand up, had become completely numb.

Sheng Jintang's position in the Marquis' Mansion has become increasingly important. Over the years, Sheng Yukun has seen that Sheng Jintang has been taking care of his little nephew tirelessly and almost fell off a cliff while looking for medicine.

She became a great benefactor of the Marquis's Mansion, and her two cousins who were originally dissatisfied with her also respected her. With such a good reputation, Sheng Yukun found a marriage for her, and she married the current prince. She suddenly became the noble Crown Princess.

There were more and more beads of sweat on Yun Qing's forehead. She suddenly woke up from her dream, sat up, and breathed lightly.

Closing her eyes and calming herself down, she raised her hands to rub her temples and exhaled gently.

(End of this chapter)