1235 lives, Fu Lin is coming back

The emperor has limited time, so Feng Qingchen didn't bother to talk too much and explained the seriousness of the Eighth Prince's condition. Anyway, he had to go to the Feng Mansion for surgery, as the Feng Mansion had the most complete equipment.

The emperor disagreed, saying that the palace had nothing. If there was nothing, he could just rebuild one in the palace. Feng Qingchen said with embarrassment, "Your Majesty, there is not enough time."

The emperor frowned and looked at Feng Qingchen with murderous eyes.

The emperor is not a fool, how could he not know that Feng Qingchen did it on purpose? When the time comes, he will send troops into the Feng Mansion to protect the Eighth Prince and Imperial Concubine Xie. How could he let Feng Qingchen get into trouble?

Although the emperor was busy and confused, he was always thinking about the token in Feng Qingchen's hand. A token that could mobilize the Shenji Palace was more powerful to the emperor than an army, but...

Several operations failed.

The emperor glared at Feng Qingchen coldly. Feng Qingchen did not back down and looked at the emperor calmly. Imperial Noble Concubine Xie was terrified watching from the side. She knew the emperor very well and she knew that this meant he disagreed.

Imperial Concubine Xie was secretly anxious. Seeing the deadlock between the Emperor and Feng Qingchen, Imperial Concubine Xie's eyes lit up and tears flowed out in an instant. She cried and said, "Your Majesty, please have pity on this child Xiao Ba, love him for once, and let Miss Feng heal him. Xiao Ba's body is weak and he is destined to be unable to do anything in this life. If the wound on his lip cannot be cured, how will you let him live when he grows up?"

The words of Consort Xie moved the Emperor. The Eighth Prince almost lost his life for him, and it was impossible for him to have no feelings for the Eighth Prince. It was just...

He was unwilling to fall into Feng Qingchen's trap. He knew it was Feng Qingchen's trap, but he still jumped into it. How aggrieved he must be. He was the emperor.

Seeing that the emperor showed signs of softening, Imperial Noble Consort Xie continued to cry, "Your Majesty, Xiao Ba is a filial child. He has been thinking about you since he was in his mother's womb. For your sake, Xiao Ba would endure any hardship. Your Majesty, please treat it as loving me for once, loving Xiao Ba for once. I really can't bear to see Xiao Ba live like this forever."

Noble Consort Xie's words were quite artistic. What does it mean to think about the Emperor even in the womb? Doesn't this mean that the Eighth Prince had warded off disasters for the Emperor in the womb? The cleft lip was caused by the Emperor warding off disasters.

This is totally unscientific, but with the divination from the Imperial Observatory and the coincidence of the last time she blocked poison for the emperor, the emperor believed it.

The emperor is also a human being, and everyone has weaknesses. Imperial Noble Consort Xie's words just hit his weakness. He felt guilty about being the eighth prince, and now after Imperial Noble Consort Xie said this, he felt even more guilty.

Feng Qingchen sat aside and watched silently, thinking to herself that the women in the palace were really not simple. If Imperial Concubine Xie's acting skills were put into modern times, she would definitely be a movie queen. If she didn't know about it, she would have suspected that the fortune-telling by the Imperial Observatory was made up by Imperial Concubine Xie.

In the end, the emperor was defeated by Noble Consort Xie's acting skills and reluctantly agreed to let the Eighth Prince go to Feng Mansion for treatment. Before leaving, he did not forget to glare at Feng Qingchen fiercely.

Feng Qingchen lowered his head indifferently, pretending not to see it.

Anyway, the emperor didn't dare to take her life.

As soon as the emperor left, Imperial Noble Consort Xie wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, drank a glass of water, and fanned her cheeks with her hands: "The emperor is really becoming more and more difficult to talk to."

Uh... Feng Qingchen looked up at the sky silently. This is called difficult to talk to. Imperial Noble Concubine Xie clearly dealt with the emperor in just a few words. No wonder people say that the pillow is fierce.

Oh, it turns out that men’s ears can’t stand women’s sweet words.

After the matter was settled, Feng Qingchen did not plan to stay long. After thanking Imperial Concubine Xie, Feng Qingchen left the palace. At the palace gate, she saw Zhai Dongming, who looked hurried. From Zhai Dongming's expression, it seemed that something big had happened.

Feng Qingchen raised an eyebrow and pulled a young eunuch to ask about it. The eunuch didn't know what had happened, but said that many people went to see the emperor and it seemed that someone had died.

Someone died? There was no one who didn't die these days. Feng Qingchen knew that he couldn't ask around, so he didn't stay for long and went back to the house.

"Miss, the eldest master is here and seems to have something urgent to discuss with you." The housekeeper said behind Feng Qingchen.

"I see." Feng Qingchen changed direction and walked towards the flower hall: "Go and make arrangements. Tomorrow, Imperial Concubine Xie will bring the Eighth Prince to Feng Mansion and will stay there for a month."

Thank you Imperial Concubine for coming to Feng Mansion. It's not only troublesome for the Emperor, but also for Feng Qingchen. However, compared with safety, Feng Qingchen would rather have a little trouble.

The butler was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth to ask something, but Feng Qingchen had already left, so the butler could only go and prepare obediently.

Oh… To entertain the imperial concubine, do we need to rebuild a garden or something? But is one day enough?

The housekeeper is confused!

As soon as Wang Jinling saw Feng Qingchen coming in, he stood up and said, "Qingchen, bring the medicine box and come with me to save someone." Although he said he was going to save someone, he was not in a hurry at all.

"Save people? What happened?" Wang Jinling was not in a hurry, and Feng Qingchen was not in a hurry either.

"The Imperial Guards and the Blood-Clothed Guards were fighting and accidentally injured General An's grandson and the eldest son of Marquis Yongying. General An's son died on the spot and the eldest son of Marquis Yongying had a knife stuck in his chest. No doctor dares to pull it out. Zhai Dongming wanted to save him, so I thought of you. Go and take a look. It doesn't matter if you can't save him." Wang Jinling simply recounted the whole story, but did not say anything about the interests involved.

The fight between the Imperial Guards and the Blood-Clothed Guards must have been instigated by someone. As for the death of General An's grandson, it was definitely not a coincidence.

Wang Jinling thought about it and decided that the only person who would do such a sinister thing was the Ninth Prince. However, Wang Jinling did not understand why the Ninth Prince had gone to so much trouble to plan this matter.

Just to cause trouble for the emperor? Wang Jinling rejected it without even thinking about it. The Ninth Prince was not such a boring person.

Wang Jinling didn't understand, but Feng Qingchen could guess something. Now Fu Lin was in charge of the Blood-Cloaked Guard. Such a big thing had happened to the Blood-Cloaked Guard, and the Emperor was too busy recently, so the Emperor would definitely recall Fu Lin.

Poor Fu Lin!

Feng Qingchen silently mourned for Fu Lin in her heart, then went to get the medicine box and went with Wang Jinling to rescue people.

With Wang Jinling's guidance, Feng Qingchen walked smoothly into the mansion of Marquis Yongying. When Marquis Yongying heard that Wang Jinling had brought a doctor, he immediately came out to greet him.

Upon learning that the doctor was Feng Qingchen, a hint of doubt flashed in Yongying Hou's eyes, but he believed that Wang Jinling would not recommend someone randomly. After exchanging a few polite words with Wang Jinling, he took Feng Qingchen directly into the room.

The room was filled with blood and energy. Doctors crowded around the bed. Feng Qingchen frowned unconsciously. Yong Yinghou stepped forward and motioned for everyone to move aside. "Excuse me, doctors. I have invited an expert in trauma. Please take a rest."

Although they didn't really trust Feng Qingchen, they had no choice but to give it a try. The doctor they invited was useless, and the imperial physician hadn't arrived yet...