739: Warped Mentality

Warped Mentality

However, due to her maidservant's feeble strength, Feng Manyun was still laying on the ground after a while, not getting up even after her maidservant's two attempts to support her.0

"Miss." Xiangqin wiped her tears while crying out pitifully.

City Lord Lin gave two maidservants in his retinue a look, and they quickly hurried to help Feng Manyun up.

At the moment, Feng Manyun was in a very sorry state. Her skirt was caked in grit and mud, and her face was also utterly stained with snot and tears.

City Lord Lin sighed. "Miss Feng, I'll have someone send you back first to rest."

Why did this Miss just have to provoke the willful crown prince! How embarrassing were her disappointing powers of discernment!

Even after being helped up, Feng Manyun didn't utter a sound the entire time. However, the depths of her eyes were coldly permeating a chilly light, and the corners of her lips were turned down in a tight frown.

"Miss, let's leave." Xiangqin wiped away her tears vigorously in indignation. "This place is such a bully. Let's return to Celestial Medicine Valley and not come back anymore."

City Lord Lin waved his hand at the two maidservants, and they hastily helped support Feng Manyun towards a carriage parked by the side.

It wasn't until Feng Manyun boarded the carriage and let down the curtain that the shivering that came from within her bones was able to stop somewhat.

Just now, the looks the people outside gave her were all tinged with contempt and schadenfreude. These people, these people, ah… how black and hideous were their hearts!

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have saved them, wouldn't have saved them! She wasn't a doctor to help the dying and heal the injured!

She saved people because she revelled in the deferential, loving, and respectful gazes everyone gave her.

She wanted everyone to know that she, Feng Manyun, was an extraordinarily great physician that could drag a person on the brink of death back from death's door with a handful of silver needles.

Yet now, not only did people not revere and worship her, this physician, from the bottom of their hearts, but she had even lost all face before a crowd of commoners. She, Great Physician Feng, was made into a laughingstock in front of everyone.

Ah! She wanted to kill them, she wanted to kill these people who dared to mock her! Feng Manyun's body would occasionally spasm, and her limbs would also tremble somewhat out of sync.

It wasn't until the carriage left that everyone all sighed, and they gathered to discuss quietly. "Physician Feng has suffered a grievance this time. We have to think of a way to visit her at the City Lord's Estate."

"That young sir was exceedingly ferocious just now. When he erupted in rage, I didn't even dare let out a peep."

"Physician Feng is really pitiful. Encountering such a ferocious young sir, we couldn't help at all."

"But Physician Feng had abused the little lady with her irresponsible words earlier. The little lady still retained her innocence, yet her reputation was nearly destroyed. That's not so good either."

"Sigh, it might just have been a temporary misunderstanding. Physician Feng wasn't doing it on purpose."

Everyone dispersed after a short discussion. However, they were unaware that the mentality of the Physician Feng that they were just talking about had already warped. Right now, she hated that she couldn't kill all these people who had witnessed her disgraced state in one fell swoop.

Crown Prince Mo carried Darling Qiao back to the City Lord's Estate and towards his allocated residence without having said a word the entire way.

Little Emperor Darling wasn't happy!

"Why aren't you talking?" Qiao Mu moved her limbs about in a huff.

Darn Mo Lian, not speaking a single sentence to her at all the entire way. This darling didn't want to speak to him either!

Mo Lian still remained like a sealed gourd as he carried Darling Qiao all the way back to his bedchamber. After his long legs stepped through the door, he kicked the door shut with a bang!

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