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Feng Qingying had rushed back to the Duke Palaces to accompany Xiao Feimo for dinner before nightfall. After a long time, this matter had already become a habit of hers and she would naturally remember it when she got there. She didn't even think of delaying Xiao Feimo even the slightest bit.

After returning to the Duke Palace, she went straight to the dining room, where Xiao Feimo was already waiting for her.

When he saw the table full of dishes, Feng Qingying could not help but retort, "Is Your Highness not tired of eating fish every day?"

"Are you tired of it?"

Xiao Feimo glanced at Feng Qingying.

Feng Qingying originally loved to eat fish, and during this period of time, there would always be fish for dinner. After many days, she was truly a little tired of it, and did not know why Xiao Feimo liked eating fish so much.

"Tsk tsk, I just admire the extent of your love for something!" Feng Qingying said as he sat down opposite of Xiao Feimo. The servant girl behind her helped her cloth the dishes, causing Feng Qingying to not have a good appetite. He picked up the chopsticks and began to nibble on it.

Seeing that Feng Qingying did not eat much, Xiao Feimo called Su Mu over and instructed him, "Let the kitchen cook a few more appetizers."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Su Mu blessed his body and went down to make the necessary arrangements.

"Prince, there is no need to go through so much trouble. There are already enough dishes."

"Who said that This King prepared it for you?"

"…"

Feng Qingying decided to just ignore him and only lower her head to eat, thinking that it would be better to leave soon. It had been a few days since she had a good talk with Xiao Feimo, and she didn't know what had happened just now, but when she saw the fish on the table, she couldn't help but take the initiative to start a conversation.

"Today, this king made a trip to the Ministry of Justice."

Hearing that Xiao Feimo had left the Ministry of Justice, Feng Qingying put down his chopsticks, but did not say a word, and waited for Xiao Feimo to continue speaking.

"Feng Yu's body was covered in wounds, his condition isn't too good."

Xiao Feimo's expression was indifferent, his tone did not fluctuate at all.

Although she had long known that Feng Yu had been tortured, and had heard all this, she still felt very pained. Although she wasn't the real Feng Qingying, she had inherited all of Feng Qingying's memories and truly treated Feng Yu as her own brother.

"Lil 'Light, do you want to see Feng Yu and give him some medicine at the same time?"

Xiao Feimo suddenly asked.

Of course, Feng Qingying wanted to see Feng Yu, but the Ministry of Justice Prison was not a place that one could casually enter.

If Xiao Feimo was willing to bring her there, it would be a different story.

"What are your conditions, Prince?"

Without even thinking about it, Feng Qingying asked.

Seeing that Feng Qingying always negotiated with him, Xiao Feimo's brows twitched. "Princess, you do indeed know this duke, and in a few days this duke will be making a trip to the Quanzhou to take care of some errands.

"Your highness is a messenger, what are you bringing me to do?"

"Princess Hua-Yang's skills aren't bad. This King just so happens to be lacking a personal bodyguard."

Xiao Feimo really knew how to negotiate with her, and every single time, it would just seem to be some harmless, small conditions. It's just that this time, she wasn't so straightforward to agree to.

Feng Qingying did not speak, and he was not in a rush either. After waiting for a while, he asked: "Are you not willing?"

Indeed, he did not want to. Upon thinking that Feng Yu was still injured, Feng Qingying hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, "Alright, I'll go with you.

"This King will come to the manor to pick you up tomorrow morning."

"Alright."

Feng Qingying heaved a sigh of relief. Feng Yu was still a child and the torture of his Ministry of Justice was extremely terrifying. He wondered if he could still hold on.

However, she was no longer worried about Feng Yu's life, if something were to happen to Feng Yu, Yang Qi's death would be assured, and they would not risk Yang Qi's life, but if they were to admit defeat right away, then she would let them look for him for a few days. After all, Yang Qi would not be able to pass on either, and he would suffer as much as he deserved.

While Feng Qingying was in a daze, Su Mu had already brought a few plates of dishes up for cooking with the servant girl. She raised her head and saw that it was a cold potato mixed with pickled bean curd soup.

"Su Mu, give the wangfei a bowl of sour vegetables and tofu soup."

Wait, did she say she wanted to eat it?

"You, This King, can't finish it. You, accompany This King to drink a little."

As if he knew what Feng Qingying was thinking in his heart, Xiao Feimo naturally opened his mouth.

Feng Qingying did not say anything, but it was good to have some sour soup as well. She took a sip of the sour bean curd soup, the sour taste was extremely appetizing, and her appetite seemed to have been aroused. Unknowingly, she drank a bowl of soup, and even ate half a bowl of rice.

Seeing that Feng Qingying had eaten quite a bit, the corners of Xiao Feimo's mouth slightly raised, although the smile was extremely small, it could still be felt that he was in a good mood.

The next day, Xiao Feimo as expected, brought Feng Qingying to the Ministry of Justice Prison. Feng Qingying mentioned that he wanted to talk to Feng Yu alone, and although Xiao Feimo was unhappy in his heart, he did not follow them in. He only waited for Feng Qingying outside.

Feng Yu was locked up in a cell by himself. The weather was cold and cold and he was only wearing a thin prison uniform. His hair was in a mess and his entire body was covered with whip wounds.

He thought that Feng Yu would be injured, but he never expected it to be like this.

Feng Yu was originally leaning against the wall with his head lowered. Hearing Feng Qingying's voice, he suddenly raised his head and looked over. His originally dark and gloomy eyes instantly lit up. "Second sister …"

When he thought about it, there were too many injuries on his body, so he couldn't get up for a while. After recovering, he slowly got up, grimacing in pain as he limped over to Feng Qingying.

"Second sister, why are you here?"

Feng Yu held onto the railing, his voice was weak, it had lost all of its vitality.

"I came to see you."

Feng Qingying saw that Feng Yu's face was pale white, and had become thinner. He was extremely worried for Feng Yu, and extended his hand to help Feng Yu establish a vein.

Feng Yu's hand was extremely hot, after connecting the veins, Feng Qingying tested the temperature on Feng Yu's forehead, the worry on his face grew deeper, "Xiao Yu, you have a fever."

Not only was he having a fever, but he also had a high fever. He was definitely having an inflammation of the mouth and mouth, which was out of the question. Even if he was using medicine, it would be useless.

"Second sister, I'm fine. I can still hold on. Don't worry about me. It's cold and damp here. Go home early and tell your father and mother that I'm fine."

Although his entire body was in pain, Feng Yu did not scream out in pain.

Feng Qingying took out a black porcelain bottle from his bosom and handed it over to Feng Yu, "This is Miao Jiang's medicine, take it and apply it to your wounds, so that it won't worsen. Xiao Yu, don't be afraid, I'll definitely save you, you have to hold on."

"En, I am not afraid. I did not kill him. That person died by himself."

"Xiao Yu, why did you clash with that person?"

Although Feng Yu did not kill anyone, conflict truly existed.

"Speaking of this matter, Feng Yu was still indignant," That person kept humiliating second sister, saying that she was not worthy enough for the Duke.

"What a silly child, that was clearly meant to provoke you."

"I just can't bear to see others humiliate second sister. Second sister, I'm sorry, I caused this trouble." Feng Yu shook his head. He knew that this matter was extremely troublesome to deal with and couldn't help but let Feng Qingying worry about it.