Upon hearing the three words “Ninth Prince’s Manor,” those holding numbers all felt a touch of unease.

Letting someone from the Ninth Prince’s Manor go first for treatment wasn’t really a big deal—it was just that this young woman’s tone and attitude made it impossible to feel any respect for her.

The Ninth Prince’s Manor, the war god in everyone’s hearts—someone from his household shouldn’t be this rude and uncivilized.

They respected people from the Ninth Prince’s Manor precisely because they respected the Ninth Prince himself. But if someone was truly this barbaric, it really made people dislike them.

The middle-aged man holding ticket number one hesitated repeatedly, but finally stepped forward, about to give up his ticket, when Steward Xiao’s voice rang out: “The Young Master has said that no matter where a patient comes from, they must be arranged by number in turn.”

What’s this about coming from the Ninth Prince’s Manor—their own Young Master’s relationship with the Ninth Prince was closer than anyone’s, yet when had their Young Master ever flaunted the Ninth Prince’s name around to show off?

This Lengyue, with her sharp-tongued, overbearing manner, was practically ruining the Ninth Prince’s reputation.

Even though the Young Master no longer associated with the Ninth Prince now, they still admired and respected him.

The Ninth Prince’s reputation being sullied by Lengyue was something even Xiao Yingtao couldn’t bear to watch!

“Miss, everyone from the Ninth Prince’s Manor is gentle and courteous—none would ever be as savage and arrogant as you. Please don’t recklessly fabricate that you’re from the Ninth Prince’s Manor, and certainly don’t tarnish the Ninth Prince’s reputation.”

Xiao Yingtao’s words made everyone reconsider their view of Lengyue.

Indeed, she had simply opened her mouth and claimed to be from the Ninth Prince’s Manor—but where was the proof?

The Ninth Prince was matchlessly valiant; the people of his manor, though noble, shouldn’t be this savage.

Given the Ninth Prince’s love for his people as if they were his own children, he surely wouldn’t allow those in his household to bully commoners and stir up trouble everywhere—this woman must be an impostor!

So one by one, the gazes turned toward Lengyue instantly carried disdain, even disgust.

Anyone who dared sully the Ninth Prince’s good name was a criminal!

How could Lengyue endure such humiliation? She instantly grew furious. “You lowly servant, how dare you disrespect someone from the Ninth Prince’s Manor—I think you’re tired of living!”

Abruptly, she raised her right hand and swung a slap straight at Xiao Yingtao’s face with a whoosh.

How could Xiao Yingtao possibly be a match for Lengyue? Naturally, she hadn’t expected Lengyue to actually follow through and strike here.

In a moment of carelessness, the slap had already reached her face.

Two slapping sounds rang out, and a cheek instantly swelled red.

But the one who cried out in pain was Lengyue!

She stumbled backward several steps, completely stunned by the blow.

Once she clearly saw the figure standing in front of Steward Xiao, her eyes reddened, and she raised her hand to shove forward with a palm strike. “Feng Jiu’er, you wretch, I’ll kill you!”

Feng Jiu’er? Surely they hadn’t misheard? Wasn’t Feng Jiu’er that legendary Ninth Miss of the Feng family?

After the affair involving the Ninth Prince, who didn’t know of this figure, Feng Jiu’er?

It was said she had once been an unbearably ugly woman, who later became a stunning beauty. Most importantly, she’d had a romantic affair with the Ninth Prince—the very first woman in his more than twenty years of life with whom rumors had ever spread.

So everyone was extremely curious about Feng Jiu’er, all wanting to see for themselves just how beautiful her true face really was.

Unfortunately, Feng Jiu’er seemed to have disappeared for a long stretch of time; some said she had died in battle on the battlefield long ago.

No wait, the doctor’s name was Feng Jiu—it seemed everyone had misheard; she was called Feng Jiu, not Feng Jiu’er.

Feng Jiu remained standing in place, quietly waiting for Lengyue’s strike. When Lengyue’s palm came within less than a foot of her, she casually raised her hand and sent out what seemed like a gentle gust of palm force.

Lengyue only felt a soft breeze coming at her, not initially sensing how powerful the strike was—but just as she realized danger was imminent, the gust of force suddenly turned fierce. With a thud, she was knocked flat onto her backside, barely able to get back up.

“You… how dare you…” Lengyue pressed a hand to her chest, only managing with great difficulty to calm her chaotic breathing.

No sooner had she stood up than she was about to strike again, when from behind her came Emperor Ji’s cold voice: “Your skill falls short of hers—don’t you know shame?”

Lengyue bit her lip, knowing full well she truly couldn’t defeat Feng Jiu. She had merely hoped her adoptive father, seeing her humiliated, might help her against Feng Jiu.

But unexpectedly, her adoptive father had no intention whatsoever of confronting Feng Jiu!

Her adoptive father didn’t dislike Feng Jiu at all!

“Come back!” Emperor Ji barked coldly. No matter how unwilling Lengyue was, she had no choice but to retreat behind him.

Feng Jiu stared at Emperor Ji, her expression blank. “Although I have never had any dealings with the Ninth Prince’s Manor, I have heard that the Ninth Prince loves his people as his own children and would never let anyone from his household cause trouble outside. So I suspect this young lady is not from the Ninth Prince’s Manor at all.”

She stepped forward. Though she carried no particular aura of dominance, in truth her words had already overwhelmed Emperor Ji.

“I hope this young lady will be more careful with her words in the future, and not ruin the Ninth Prince’s reputation!”

“You…”

“Silence!” Emperor Ji cut off Lengyue, who was about to erupt, then cupped his fist toward Feng Jiu. “My apologies, we are merely an ordinary family, not from the Ninth Prince’s Manor. We’ve caused quite an offense—please forgive us!”

Lengyue’s behavior today was truly tarnishing A’Jiu’s reputation—how could someone from the Ninth Prince’s Manor possibly squabble with others like this out in public?

In truth, if someone was willing to yield, that would be best, but if truly no one yielded, then others shouldn’t be forced to back down either—this would absolutely damage A’Jiu’s standing.

A’Jiu was destined for great things in the future. Whoever wins the people’s hearts wins the world—and these hearts truly could not be lost!

“Lengyue, go get a number!”

“Adoptive Father…”

“If you won’t go, then this old man will go himself!” Emperor Ji’s face darkened.

How could Lengyue dare let that happen? She hastily reined in her aggression, glared fiercely at Feng Jiu, then turned and walked toward the ticket counter.

However, from the crowd, that middle-aged man stepped forward once more, walking up to Emperor Ji and respectfully holding out his own ticket.

“Honored sir, the condition I’m here for today isn’t urgent. Please take this ticket—I’ll go get another one.”

With that, he placed his own ticket into Emperor Ji’s hand and walked off toward the ticket counter himself.

Although they had just admitted they weren’t from the Ninth Prince’s Manor, perhaps they truly were people of the Manor after all.

As long as they were from the Ninth Prince’s Manor and didn’t behave as overbearingly as that young woman, people would still show them respect.

Feng Jiu said nothing—this alone showed just how high a standing the Ninth Imperial Uncle held in everyone’s hearts.

Even amid suspicion, people were still willing to be more lenient toward those who “might” be from the Ninth Prince’s Manor.

Emperor Ji glanced at the ticket in his hand, then looked at Feng Jiu, his expression carrying a touch of unease.

Feng Jiu said flatly, “Since you now have a number, sir, please come in.”