1071**, one thing conquers another

Feng Qingchen finally listened to the Ninth Prince's words and stayed in the Ninth Prince's Mansion for one night and returned to Feng Mansion tomorrow.

She had to keep her spirits up. Only in this way would she have the strength to deal with the little devil. Otherwise, she would sooner or later follow in the footsteps of the doctors before her and either die or go crazy.

When a man and a woman sleep in the same bed, something is bound to happen. However, considering Feng Qingchen's mental state at the moment, the Ninth Prince hugged Feng Qingchen, rolled in the sheets once, and then let her go.

After the exercise, Feng Qingchen slept more soundly. He had a beautiful sleep. When he woke up, he was full of energy and in a very good mood. Yesterday's depression was swept away. He looked radiant, and the old butler smiled more kindly.

Young people should spend more time together so that they can have a good relationship. Seeing the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen coming out at the same time, the old butler immediately ordered the servants to serve breakfast.

Today's breakfast was much richer than usual, and the most eye-catching thing was the bowl of red deer blood. The Ninth Prince glanced at the old butler, who squinted his eyes and smiled, looking very proud.

The Ninth Prince withdrew his gaze in annoyance, and simply treated the old butler as deer blood, not even giving him another glance.

Feng Qingchen sighed inwardly that the master really had no privacy these days. The old housekeeper knew how many times they had sex last night. It was really speechless.

After finishing breakfast, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen went out together. Feng Qingchen thought that the Ninth Prince was sending her out, so she didn't ask any more questions. But when she saw the Ninth Prince getting on the carriage with her, she asked in surprise, "You want me to go to the Feng Mansion with you?"

"Yes." The Ninth Prince got on the carriage and expressed his opinion with practical actions.

"Aren't you very busy?" Feng Qingchen was happy to have someone backing her up, but she was more worried that the Ninth Prince would be delayed in his work because of her.

"No matter how busy I am, this moment won't be wasted." Knowing that Feng Qingchen was being tortured in Feng Mansion, how could he just stand by and watch? He wanted to meet the young master Zhezhe, a six-year-old child, who had to arouse his interest.

"Yeah, yeah." Feng Qingchen nodded repeatedly, deeply moved.

A true warrior dares to face challenges, and the Ninth Prince is a true warrior.

With the Ninth Prince accompanying her, Feng Qingchen felt much better. Not to mention what she would do to Zhezhe, at least someone gave her courage, and she would not be scared when she entered the Feng Mansion.

She didn't know if Feng Qingchen was being overly suspicious or what, but she felt that ever since Zhezhe and his group moved into the Feng Mansion, the two vermilion doors had been exuding a cold aura.

Feng Qingchen couldn't help but shiver.

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?" the Ninth Prince asked with concern.

"It's okay." Feng Qingchen said quickly.

She couldn't tell the Ninth Uncle that she was scared by her own family. That would be too embarrassing.

"It's ok, then go in."

The Ninth Prince walked in front, protecting Feng Qingchen behind him. As for his personal guards, the Ninth Prince did not bring any with him. He did not need anyone to give him courage. No matter how brutal that child was, he was only a six-year-old child.

It was only the end of spring, but the Feng Mansion was filled with a sense of depression. Although there was no bloody smell, it still gave people a gloomy feeling. Even the Ninth Prince had to admire Zhezhe's methods.

Those who come out of the Demonic Cult are indeed different. Even at a young age they have the power to change the environment. No matter where they are, they can turn that place into another Demonic Cult.

The Ninth Prince had been in for a long time and had not seen a single person. The mansion was frighteningly clean. The Ninth Prince raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Qingchen, who shook her head, indicating that she did not know.

I guess Young Master Zhezhe was in a neither good nor bad mood today, so... nothing bloody happened.

"Find the person out." The Ninth Prince walked all the way to the flower hall but didn't see anyone, so he gave the order casually.

"Yes." Someone answered from an unknown direction, and then a floating breath was seen, as if something unclean was floating from behind. Feng Qingchen touched his arm, indicating that he had been very timid recently.

"Let's go in and wait." After entering the mansion, the Ninth Prince didn't bother with so many things. He took Feng Qingchen's hand and walked inside.

There are no servants in the Feng Mansion, so don't expect hot tea or snacks. Even if Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince are there, they won't drink them. Who knows what Zhezhe will put in them.

The two did not have to wait long before a young child dressed in bright red brocade clothes, with a delicate face, innocent eyes, and a gold necklace around his neck, walked in with short legs. Behind him were two rows of guards, which seemed to be at least thirty or forty people.

"Young Master Zhezhe." Feng Qingchen stood up and greeted him expressionlessly.

"Hello, Doctor Feng." Zhezhe bowed to Feng Qingchen with a bright smile on his face.

Feng Qingchen curled her lips slightly and revealed a stiff smile. Her scalp tingled whenever she saw Zhezhe smile.

Thinking back to when she first met him, Feng Qingchen had been fond of the smile on Zhezhe's face. She sighed in her heart that such a cute and polite child actually had a hidden illness. The God was so unfair. But she never expected that this child was a devil in angel's attire.

After Zhezhe greeted Feng Qingchen, he looked at the Ninth Uncle. His innocent face was slightly raised, his beautiful eyes were misty, and he looked puzzled: "Doctor Feng, who is this uncle?"

Look at what a sweet little mouth! Who would have thought that such a cute child could be so cruel.

“My last name is Dongling, and I’m the ninth child. You can call me the Ninth Uncle or the Ninth Prince. As for uncle, there is no need. I don’t deserve that title.” Not to mention that the Ninth Uncle knew Zhezhe’s “true face”. Even if he didn’t know, the Ninth Uncle would not have a good impression of him just because he was a pretty and well-behaved child.

"Hello, Ninth Uncle." Zhezhe bowed with both hands and saluted to the Ninth Uncle, showing how well-behaved and polite she was.

In fact, if Zhezhe didn't get sick, he would really be a good boy, like at this time.

"Sit down." The Ninth Prince glanced at the guards behind Zhezhe and said calmly, "You can go out. With me, your young master will be fine."

Although the tone was flat, it revealed an authority that brooked no refusal. The guards looked at each other in embarrassment.

"Don't let me say it for the third time, get out." This time, the Ninth Prince was even more impolite. The guards looked uneasy. They didn't dare to leave Zhezhe, but they didn't dare to offend the Ninth Prince.

Before coming to the Imperial City, they understood the distribution of power in Dongling, and the leader also specifically reminded them that anyone could be offended in Dongling except the Ninth Prince.

Of course, if things get to the point where they have to become enemies, the Demon Cult will not be a coward. The worst that can happen is that both sides will die. No one in the Demon Cult is afraid of death.

Although Zhezhe was only six years old, he acted in an orderly manner, better than most adults. Seeing that the Ninth Prince looked uneasy, he immediately asked the guards to retreat.

In the flower hall, there were only the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen and Zhezhe. Feng Qingchen lowered his head and pretended that he did not exist.

There was no way out; the two men, one big and one small, faced each other the moment the guards left.

This was the first time Feng Qingchen had seen someone other than Wang Jinling who could stand up to the Ninth Prince for such a long time without backing down. If Zhezhe was a little pervert, then the Ninth Prince was a big pervert. If these two perverts, one big and one small, met, nothing good would happen...

A word to the readers: Deer blood... The old butler is doubting the "ability" of the Ninth Prince, hahahaha...

I haven't written a short play for a long time, so I'll write one: (To indicate, the short play is free and not counted in the paid word count. You may not like it, but you cannot despise me. The short play is purely for the entertainment of the darlings.)

Secret Guard One: The prince really couldn't satisfy Miss Feng, and he only asked for water once.

Dark Guard II: Nods. It happened at least three times before. Is the prince ill?

Secret Guard 1: Miss Feng is the doctor. If the prince is ill, she will definitely know. It is possible that he is in poor health, and the prince probably needs some nourishment.

Darkseid II: Replenish? How?

Dark Guard One: Like cures like. Tiger penis or something like that should work well. I see the emperor eats it often.

Dark Guard Two: Uh... would the prince eat that kind of thing?

Dark Guard One: Definitely not.

Dark Guard II: Then you don’t say it.

Secret Guard One: It’s not against the law to talk about it.

The old butler had a melancholy look on his face. Where could he find something to nourish the Ninth Uncle in the middle of the night?