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CHAPTER XII RETURN TO THE HOUSE

Because it was still too early, there were very few people on the streets. The streets were bustling with activity, and even though there were not many people on the streets, it would not affect the prosperity of the streets. The streets here were many times wider than the ones in Huan City, and the buildings on both sides of the street were also well-decorated.

After looking for a while, Leng Feishuang put down the curtain. No matter where she was, she believed that she, Leng Feishuang, would be able to get along well.

The carriage finally made a turn and stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. Li Ma and Wang Ma were overjoyed in their hearts and arrived in front of the Leng Fei duo, "Miss Leng Fei is here, get off the carriage." They could hear the disdain in their tone.

Leng Fei jumped down from the carriage and looked at the huge door of the Prime Minister's Residence. Mrs Li walked in front of her to block her view, "Let's go." With that, she led the way.

When she reached the front door, she suddenly turned. He walked to the side door, where a boy coincidentally opened it, "Mother Li, Mother Wang, you've finally returned."

Leng Fei Shuang didn't care where he was going, walking in through the side door. The manservant looked at Leng Fei Shuang, and said to Mother Li with a smile that was not a smile, "So this is the concubine who gave birth to Fourth Miss?"

Li Ma smiled and nodded, "Yes, Wang Ma and I have suffered a lot during this trip to pick up Fourth Miss. Aiya, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. In a little while, the prime minister's wife will wake up, right?"

After speaking, he brought Leng Wufei with him and walked inside. Leng Feishuang could not help but be shocked by the luxurious mansion. Indeed, compared to this place, the Leng Residence of Huan City was like a farmhouse.

After walking for a long time with Leng Fei, Mother Li finally stopped at the southernmost and most distant yard of the Prime Minister's Residence, "Fourth Miss, from now on this is your courtyard. You can go in by yourself.

Leng Fei was expressionless as he looked at the signboard in front of the yard. The Clear Cold Pavilion was truly cold, and there was only this courtyard. It would probably take her at least half an hour to walk to the front hall, but this was good as well.

Pushing open the door to the courtyard, he saw that the interior was very simple. There were some extremely simple flowers and plants, and some of them were even withered. It could be seen that very few people would come here.

The courtyard was very small, almost as small as the courtyard in the Leng Residence. There was only a stone table, two stone stools, and a very old tree.

After entering, Leng Feishuang closed the door casually and looked at the room again. Although there was only one room, it was not considered dilapidated, and as he pushed open the door, there was a pile of dust covering his face. Leng Feishuang covered his nose and mouth as he walked in.

Leng Fei took a look inside and out, cleaning everything. As long as it wasn't a leaking house, it was fine. Other than being a bit dirty, she could still accept it. She wouldn't stay here for long.

Looking outside, those people should still have some time before they arrive, so she started cleaning up. Although Leng Feishuang was a miss in the modern world, she knew everything, and this was all thanks to her grandfather's training as a devil, which allowed her to learn a lot in the process.

Four hours later, Leng Feishuang looked at the clean room and smiled happily. She had to admit that her body was really tired after finishing all of this.

Ye Zichen opened a cabinet in the inner room. Luckily, there were two beds of cotton wool, which were a bit mildewed, but it would be fine if he just took it out to bask in the sun.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard. Leng Feishuang stopped what he was doing and arrived.

The door was roughly pushed open and Leng Feishuang walked out. Outside, it was still Mrs Li. Seeing Leng Feishuang speaking in a cold tone, she said, "Fourth Miss, please go ahead. The prime minister and madam are waiting for you."

Leng Fei smiled, then walked out, "Then what are we waiting for, let's go." She wanted to see what they could do to make use of her.

In the main hall, Leng Chengren and Fang Shuwan were seated on the upper floor. Second Madame Zhu, Zhu Lianyi, Third Madame Li Fang, Second Miss Leng Hanyi, Third Miss Leng Feixue, and their first son, Leng Ting, were seated respectively.

Leng Feixue pouted and said angrily, "Second Sis, why do you think that Leng Feishuang made all of us wait for a wild girl who just came back from the countryside?"

Leng Hanyi's eyes flashed, looking at Leng Feixue with disapproval, "Third Sister, how can you say that? No matter where she came from, she is still our Fourth Sister, so what's wrong with waiting for her?"

Leng Fei pursed her lips. If it weren't for the fact that she was needed to marry that playboy Young Marquis for second young mistress, her father wouldn't have brought a good-for-nothing back. It would have been utterly humiliating.

Leng Chengren frowned. He looked at the steward who was standing by the side and said with a deep voice, "Go and see why he isn't here yet."

The butler signalled and quickly left. Leng Han Ting's face was filled with impatience, "Father, how much longer do we have to wait? I still have things to do." His zither was still waiting for him. It was that damnable Leng Feidi who had returned today.