Feng Jiu’er left the Ninth Prince’s residence practically fleeing.

That hypocrite of a Ninth Imperial Uncle, looking so noble and elegant, yet he was a suppressed pervert!

All these years, had not a single person serving him seen through his true nature?

What happened to the chastity he promised? What happened to not being close with women? How does he constantly want to remove her clothes?

Not even sparing such an ugly girl, who knows how many he’s secretly devoured on the side, ptooey!

Not long after leaving the Ninth Prince’s residence, Feng Jiu’er suddenly turned and walked into a concealed alley.

The two men tailing her immediately pursued, but to their surprise, though it appeared to be a dead-end alley, once inside, Feng Jiu’er’s figure had vanished completely.

Where on earth had that simpleton ugly girl gone?

“What do we do?” one of the men asked anxiously. “Could we have been discovered?”

“Impossible. With her simple mind?” The other furrowed his brow, pondering before saying: “Most likely she’s wandered off to play somewhere. Let’s return and report to the Young Miss first.”

“Agreed.”

The two immediately turned around and hurried back toward the Feng residence.

…

Feng Manor, Qingxiang Garden.

Feng Qingyin’s palm clenched: “What did you say? That ugly girl really came out of the Ninth Prince’s residence?”

“Absolutely true!” the leading man replied respectfully. “Last night, Young Miss received word from the palace that Feng Jiu’er had been taken away by the Ninth Prince. We’ve been watching outside the Ninth Prince’s residence ever since.”

“This morning, the Empress came to the residence demanding the person. She appeared to leave empty-handed. Not long after the Empress departed, Feng Jiu’er came out from the rear gate.”

Fortunately they had stationed people at both front and rear gates, or that ugly girl might have truly slipped away.

“So what now?” Feng Qingyin asked, so infuriated she nearly shattered her teeth.

Feng Jiu’er actually had a relationship with the Ninth Prince! That previous matter of helping the Ninth Prince’s residence catch a thief—she hadn’t expected it to be true.

But how could she accept this? How could Feng Jiu’er’s luck be so good? Even the Empress couldn’t kill her!

“Now…”

“Now, am I not right here?” Suddenly, a crisp laugh came from the roof beam.

The three in the room all had their expressions change.

Looking up, they saw the Ninth Miss Feng they’d lost track of sitting on the roof beam, munching on an apple while watching them.

This superior attitude made Feng Qingyin’s face turn red with rage.

“Seize her!” Feng Qingyin commanded angrily.

“Yes!”

The two scouts, having already lost the person, had already angered Young Miss. Now, how could they not exert themselves before her?

They were both martial practitioners. One on each side, they scaled the wall easily.

Feng Jiu’er continued leisurely munching her apple as if completely unaware of the danger approaching.

“Throw her down!” Feng Qingyin watched coldly as Jiu’er sat foolishly on the beam.

Feng Jiu’er had intruded into her place herself. Even if she fell to her death here, it was only the result of her own playfulness, no one else’s fault!

Feng Jiu’er, however, looked at her and pointed to the apple core in her hand: “Should I throw this down?”

“You…”

Before Feng Qingyin could finish speaking, with a slapping sound, immediately followed by her piercing scream as she clutched her face.

“Ah! It hurts! Painful! Feng Jiu’er, how dare you! Bring her down here!”

The two scouts, now on the beam, exchanged glances and suddenly lunged at Feng Jiu’er together.

Boom, boom—there were sounds of people falling straight down from the beam.

Feng Qingyin opened her eyes and saw Feng Jiu’er standing with a smiling face not far from where she lay, while her two scouts lay on the ground groaning in pain…