Lowly commoner

  Facing the passionate and lovely maidservants, Feng Qingchen really didn't have the heart to use force.

  Why make life difficult for women?

  She can't just go and make things difficult for them because they're making things difficult for her, this kind of tit-for-tat will never end. Most importantly, being bothered by women is a very troublesome thing.

  Now she feels her head is very painful.

  A woman is like five hundred ducks; there are almost ten thousand ducks around her.

  Suddenly, Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said loudly: "I just came out of the morgue, accidentally pressed on a 'corpse', haven't changed clothes yet, don't know if there's anything dirty on me, please make way, whatever it is, let me change first before talking."

  "Ah!"

  "Morgue?"

  "Is he dead?"

  "How scary."

  One wave of screams after another made Feng Qingchen's eardrums ache.

  My goodness! This high-pitched sound is driving me crazy.

  Feng Qingchen painfully buried her face in her hands.

  Fortunately, her sacrifice was not in vain. The maids who were just crowded around Feng Qingchen's side retreated one after another, and soon they were far away from Feng Qingchen.

  People were pushing and shoving each other, and several people fell to the ground. In the chaos, some people's hands and feet were trampled on, and they wailed loudly.

  "Ouch, who stepped on my hand......"

  "Pull me over..."

  "My face, who walks on my face..."

  "My shoes..."

  For a moment, the front gate of Feng Fu was bustling with excitement. Looking at the maidservants who were about to get into a fight, Feng Qingchen smiled and calmly retreated, walking towards Feng Fu.

  As they walked, he kindly said: "After you all return, remember to tell your young ladies that on the third of March, during the Peach Blossom Festival, Feng Qingchen will make a timely appearance at Princess Anping's flower appreciation banquet. If you want to see Qingchen's excitement, go find Princess Anping..."

  After finishing speaking, he beckoned to the girl standing at the door with a dead snake, indicating for her to follow him into the mansion.

  The young man hesitated for a moment, and under Feng Qingchen's insistence, he carried the snake basket, lowered his head and entered the Phoenix Manor.

  The maids who were crying on the ground, upon hearing this news, immediately wiped away their tears and rushed back to the mansion without bothering about their disheveled clothes or dirty shoes.

  Quickly have the young lady think of a way to get an invitation letter, to attend Princess Anping's flower appreciation banquet. If the ladies are happy, then these maids will not be left out of the rewards.

  But Feng Qingchen didn't know that with this one sentence, she had turned the 200-person scale flower appreciation banquet of Princess Anping into a gathering of thousands.

  Even Princess Anping had no choice but to run to find Empress Dowager.

  Several calm and composed young maids saw Feng Qingchen enter the gate, beckoned to a shabbily dressed but still somewhat handsome-looking youth to step into the Feng manor, and their eyes all lit up.

  He rushed back to the mansion like flying and told his master about this news.

  Thus, a rumor about Feng Qingchen spread among the young ladies of various families, and that was...

  Miss Feng was not willing to be lonely, and since she couldn't climb up to the aristocratic young masters of the capital city, she went slumming with the street rascals.

  Good news never goes beyond the gate, bad news travels for thousands of miles. This is an iron law that applies regardless of the era.

  This news spread immediately.

  In the imperial city, every household and mansion strictly warned their sons and daughters to stay far away from Feng Qingchen, not to get involved with her, or they would ruin their reputation.

  Of course, more people, when talking about him, don't forget to say a couple of sentences:

  "If she were my daughter, I would strangle her to death right away. It's really shameful for her to be alive..."

  "General Feng is really pitiful, having such a promiscuous daughter..."

  "The empress is too kind-hearted, someone like this should be thrown into a pig cage..."

  ……

  These rumors and gossip, Feng Qingchen had no chance to hear, but later when Feng Qingchen went out of the mansion, from time to time she could see some young men outside the mansion, occasionally revealing their strong bodies, this is a story for later.

  Feng Qingchen led the young man into the Feng Manor and kindly boiled some water, finding an old set of General Feng's clothes for him.

  After cleaning up, the young man looked like a different person, with a fair complexion and delicate features, looking as if he had a few points of elegance.

  However, the clothes on his body were too big, and after being poisoned by a snake, his face was very pale, looking like a patient.

  When the young man appeared in front of Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up.

  When he saved people before, he didn't think much of this young man, but now it seems that this young man is full of noble air from head to toe, and his family background should be quite good.

  However, Feng Qingchen was not a curious person, and when he saw the young man come out, he naturally greeted him.

  "Haven't had dinner yet, let's go together."

  He pointed at the snake soup on the table emitting a fragrant smell.

  It's been a long time since I've had meat, Feng Qingchen is almost starving to death.

  No sooner had the young man sat down than he got up again.

  It wasn't until he had eaten for most of the day and was no longer hungry that Feng Qingchen finally looked up, seeing the young man still standing there:

  "Don't worry, this snake is non-venomous. Besides, don't worry, I won't abandon you to the authorities."

  After finishing speaking, Feng Qingchen blinked her eyes, with a mischievous look on her face.

  She is naturally an optimistic person, but due to her profession, she has to remain cautious and calm most of the time.

  After all, the knife in her hand determines a person's life and death. A surgical knife can save lives or kill people. At work, if she cannot remain calm, it is very likely that she will change from a white-robed angel who saves lives to a white-robed butcher.

  "Do you know?" The young man's eyes widened, and his hands unconsciously pressed on his left shoulder.

  There is a stigma, a stigma of being a second-class citizen.

  Feng Qingchen nodded: "Unintentionally seen."

  At first, Feng Qingchen didn't pay attention to it, but on the way back, she thought that the word "jian" seemed to represent the lowly people in this world.

  So-called inferior people are those who have committed crimes and were sent to stone quarries or mines for hard labor.

  This young man's body is very weak, but his hands are fine, he should have escaped while being taken to the quarry or mine.

  "Then you... still want me." The young man muttered.

  The crime of harboring a lowly person is serious. Once discovered, the harborer will also be relegated to the ranks of the lowly people.

  No one would take such a great risk for a stranger.

  Feng Qingchen shrugged indifferently and said with a carefree tone, "As long as no one knows, it's fine."

  "This mark is so obvious, how could nobody know." The young man smiled bitterly, and he was also a person without a household registration, who would be found out sooner or later.

  "Isn't it just a branding? If you believe me, I'll help you get rid of it." Feng Qingchen said while eating the snake soup.

  The taste is really good, and your craftsmanship hasn't declined at all.

  Although there are fewer seasonings here, the snake's flavor is fresh and delicious.

  "What did you say? You, can you help me get rid of the stigma of being a low-born?" The young man stepped forward excitedly, grasping Feng Qingchen's hand.

  "Be careful, be careful, you spilled my snake soup......" Feng Qingchen hastily pushed the young man's hand away, with an unpleasant expression.

  The emperor of eating is big, she hasn't eaten enough yet.

  "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to." The young man hastily retreated, holding onto Feng Qingshu's smooth hands, only to discover that the other person was a woman, with her head lowered and her face flushed bright red.

  He was too excited and lost his basic manners.

  After all, the stigma of a humble name is lifelong once it is branded, and that stigma cannot be erased. The character for "humble" has been treated with special medicine, so even if one cuts off a layer of skin, the new skin that grows back will still have the character for "humble".

  Once branded with the character "jian", there is no possibility of turning over, and for this life, one can only be a jianmin.

  Lowly people, it means being forever inferior to others, a lifetime of living in obscurity...