Chapter 217 Killing Intent

Nanyuan.

"Snapped!"

Yang slapped the table violently, almost vomiting blood in anger.

She never thought that after planning for so long, Feng Jiuxiao would snatch all the benefits in the end.

"Mother, don't be angry, just let Feng Jiuxiao be proud for two days, at worst we will deal with her the way we dealt with Lin Xinyi." Feng Zhaoyun lay on the table playing with teacups, but didn't take this matter to heart .

Yang snorted coldly: "You said it lightly, you thought Feng Jiuxiao was Lin's idiot."

Don't say that Feng Jiuxiao doesn't have such an idiot brother, even if Feng Qingxian is really that stupid, the old man and the old lady will fill in the bills for him, I'm afraid there is no need for Feng Jiuxiao to take action.

"Then take your time. Feng Jiuxiao has never been a housekeeper before, so I don't believe that she won't make mistakes. Let's just wait and see. Mother, you just need to rest for a while." Feng Zhaoyun still said nonchalantly .

Yang frowned, still unwilling.

God knows how many things she has done to make Mrs. Lin make a mistake. She thought she would be able to regain the power of the family, but unexpectedly, she fell short.

"If you ask me, it's a pity that Feng Jiuxiao and Cousin Chen were not able to break off the engagement this time." Feng Zhaoyun threw away the teacup and said angrily.

It was a good plan, but it was ruined by that damn girl Feng Zhaotong, and it was cheaper for her to marry cousin Ming.

Feng Zhaoyue also frowned, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

She is seventeen this year. If she hadn't waited for Cousin Chen to become the concubine, she would have married a long time ago, but now the engagement between Feng Jiuxiao and Cousin Chen cannot be broken, and her dream of being a princess is far away. Now even the queen's aunt is under house arrest, and no one can make decisions for her.

"Yue'er, don't worry, the engagement between Chen'er and Feng Jiuxiao will definitely be broken." Seeing Feng Zhaoyue's thoughts, Yang comforted her.

Feng Zhaoyue is not as optimistic as Yang's. Others can't see it, but she can. Cousin Chen is sincere to Feng Jiuxiao.Moreover, she has been waiting for her all these years, and she doesn't even have a maid in the house. Now that Feng Jiuxiao has become more and more powerful, I am afraid that Cousin Chen will not dissolve the engagement even more.

"They will definitely not be able to get married." Yang said firmly.

Both Feng Zhaoyue and Feng Zhaoyun looked up at Yang Shi.

"Because of the Ninth Prince." Yang explained with an evil smile, "The Ninth Prince has taken a fancy to Feng Jiuxiao, do you think he will let Feng Jiuxiao marry Chen'er?"

Not only the Ninth Prince, but also the Empress, Concubine Xian, and even the old lady, there are too many people who want to destroy this marriage contract, so even if they don't take action, those two people will not be able to get married.

"Feng Jiuxiao must not have anything to do with Xiao Lanye." Feng Yehang who had been silent all this time suddenly said.

Yang Shi, Feng Zhaoyue, and Feng Zhaoyun also understood.

If Feng Jiuxiao really married the Ninth Prince, then the Ninth Prince would become Feng Qingxian's help, and it would be even more impossible for them to get the position of son.

"She can neither marry Xiao Yuchen nor Xiao Lanye, so she must die!" Feng Yehang narrowed his eyes sullenly, with murderous intent on his face.

Bixiao Court.

Feng Jiuxiao inexplicably felt the chill on the back of her neck, and shivered subconsciously.

Is this someone missing her?

Feng Jiuxiao suddenly thought of Xiao Lanye saying that he would accompany her into the palace.

"Miss, do you want to read these ledgers now?" Ling Zhu asked while holding the ledgers.

Feng Jiuxiao frowned: "Let's put it away first, go get the medicine box, and accompany me into the palace."

"Yes." Lingzhu immediately responded obediently.

(End of this chapter)

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