Although the Eighth Prince's condition was not serious, it was very troublesome. Feng Qingchen was busy until dawn before he re-bandaged the Eighth Prince's wound. Without waiting for Imperial Concubine Xie to speak, Feng Qingchen apologized first.

"Your Majesty, it was Qingchen who failed to take good care of me. Please punish me." Feng Qingchen was very straightforward and did not make any excuses for herself. Imperial Noble Concubine Xie did blame Feng Qingchen, but she calmed down when she saw Feng Qingchen admitting his guilt so readily.

"Qingchen, don't say such things. There is no reason to guard against thieves all day long. You can't watch Xiaoba for twelve hours a day. If these two palace maids want to do something bad, you can't keep an eye on them. It's my fault that I didn't judge them well." Although she was calm, Noble Concubine Xie was still angry because her son had suffered, otherwise she wouldn't have even said "this palace".

Feng Qingchen did not explain any more, and only said that from today on, she and Sixing would take turns to check on the little prince every hour.

After hearing this, Imperial Concubine Xie nodded indifferently, neither happy nor angry. Feng Qingchen couldn't guess what Imperial Concubine Xie was thinking, but she could understand her mood at the moment.

How could a mother not be angry when her son suffered so much? Feng Qingchen touched her nose and could only blame herself for her bad luck.

After exchanging a few words with the imperial physician, Feng Qingchen left with her medicine box. After Feng Qingchen left, the maidservant beside Imperial Noble Consort Xie whispered, "Why didn't Your Majesty let Doctor Feng look after the little prince all day?"

The palace maids were dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen, who was busy taking care of the children of common people all day long. In their opinion, those children combined were not as good as a finger of the Eighth Prince.

Feng Qingchen was really out of his mind, ignoring the Eighth Prince and spending most of his time on those children.

"Don't say such things again in the future." Imperial Noble Consort Xie glared at the palace maid coldly.

You think she doesn't want to, but Feng Qingchen is not someone she can order around. Besides, the Eighth Prince doesn't have anything to do, so asking Feng Qingchen to take care of him all day is too much.

Let alone the Eighth Prince, even if the Crown Prince was sick, there would be no reason for the imperial physician to look after him around the clock.

The maid bowed her head and apologized immediately. Imperial Noble Consort Xie waved her hand impatiently, "Go, bring my things here. I will sleep in the outer room."

After what happened, Imperial Noble Concubine Xie didn't trust anyone and decided to take care of the Eighth Prince herself.

"Your Highness, this is against etiquette." The maid shook her head in fear, but Imperial Noble Consort Xie had made up her mind: "Outside the palace, there are not so many etiquettes. Just do as I say."

She can endure it in the palace, but no one can make her endure it outside the palace. Her son is the most important.

Feng Qingchen walked out of the Eighth Prince's courtyard, pounded his sore shoulders, smiled bitterly, and walked towards the ward in the distance. After a round of inspection, he returned to his own courtyard.

Feng Qingchen couldn't be happy about what happened. Although she knew that some nurses in the hospital had a tendency to abuse patients, she didn't expect that the two palace maids would use the Eighth Prince to frame her.

Fortunately, she discovered it in time, otherwise the Eighth Prince’s wound would have split and had problems healing, and both she and Si would have been in trouble.

Dragging his tired body, Feng Qingchen took a quick shower and prepared to go to sleep, but when he came back, he found a letter on the dressing table. Looking at the envelope...

Feng Qingchen smiled faintly, sweeping away her previous depression, and happily opened the envelope.

Even if it was another letter scolding her, Feng Qingchen would not get angry. She would be happy as long as she saw the familiar handwriting.

Unfolding the letter... Feng Qingchen couldn't wait to read it. When he saw the content inside, the smile on his face became even wider.

It wasn't a reprimand, it was a compliment to her. The Ninth Prince praised her. !

When Feng Qingchen saw the last paragraph, he was stunned. The smile on his face froze. He rubbed his eyes with his hands, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

Were such explicit words written by the Ninth Prince?

I miss you twelve hours a day. This is not something the Ninth Prince would say, but...

Feng Qingchen confirmed again and again that this was definitely the handwriting of the Ninth Prince, and these words were definitely written by the Ninth Prince to her.

Ahhh…I’m so happy!

Feng Qingchen was so happy that she didn't know what to do. She pressed the letter to her chest. She found her heart beating fast, her blood rushing backwards, and uncontrollable joy poured out of her heart. She seemed to be drowned by this joy.

Feng Qingchen wished she could fly to the Ninth Uncle immediately and tell him that she missed him too. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the image of the Ninth Uncle.

This letter, especially the last few sentences, not only made Feng Qingchen get rid of his recent depression, but also made him feel as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood, with no trace of the tiredness just now.

Feng Qingchen sat in front of the dressing table and read the letter carefully again. The more she read, the happier she felt.

Given the Ninth Prince's sultry personality, it was not easy to write such a letter. She had to keep this letter and laugh at him when he came back...

Feng Qingchen thought happily. In order to keep the letter safe, Feng Qingchen directly activated the smart medical bag and put the letter in it.

This way it won't fall off and you can take it out at any time.

Feng Qingchen was in a very good mood and had no desire to sleep at all. He put on a coat and walked towards the study. Even the secret guards could feel the joy and happiness around him.

"Spring is here." A certain secret guard said in a pretentious manner. As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit by another secret guard: "What spring? It's almost autumn. The girl is so happy because she saw the letter from the master."

The secret guard who pretended to be sophisticated was beaten, but he was not angry. He just looked at the other party with contempt. His eyes seemed to say: It's terrible to be uneducated.

Feng Qingchen came to the study to write a reply to the Ninth Uncle. Her letter was not as organized as the Ninth Uncle's, where she wrote one thing at a time. Feng Qingchen wrote whatever came to her mind. The whole letter was about trivial matters in life, and her longing for the Ninth Uncle was revealed between the lines.

Feng Qingchen became happier and happier as he wrote, and before he knew it he had written five full pages. Only when he saw that the ink was almost dry did he put down his pen and stop himself from writing any more.

After writing the last sentence, Feng Qingchen thought about it and used the last bit of ink to write:

My heart is strong, your heart is strong, each of us has a strong heart, and even a rock can wear it down. It is difficult for anyone to meet us.

In front of the small window, the moon is bright, and the jade is sleeping on the soft pillow. Tonight, the moon is full.

No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you to come back!

When the ink dried, Feng Qingchen sealed the envelope. Looking at the bulging envelope, Feng Qingchen felt quite embarrassed and her ears turned slightly red.

She didn't know whether the secret guard who delivered the letter would laugh at her, but she couldn't bear to delete it, let alone rewrite it.

Feng Qingchen gritted her teeth and decided not to care what the secret guard thought. Feng Qingchen put the letter on the table and waited for the secret guard to pick it up. Anyway, she didn't know if the secret guard laughed at her.

Not long after Feng Qingchen left, the secret guard who delivered the letter came in to pick it up. Seeing the thick letter, the secret guard was embarrassed: Do you have so much to say? Isn't Miss Feng afraid of tiring them out?

After Feng Qingchen finished writing the letter, the excitement in her heart had almost disappeared. After the excitement, she felt even more tired. Although it was already dawn, Feng Qingchen still decided to go to bed, but...

"Miss, the master of Xuanyi Valley is here." Tong Jue was guarding at the door of Feng Qingchen, and immediately stepped forward when he saw Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen's sleepiness was driven away again, and he perked up and asked, "Master of Xuanyi Valley, did he say what he was here for?"

Feng Qingchen had a bad feeling that the Valley Master was most likely here because of Zhai Dongming's illness, but... was Zhai Dongming's illness serious enough for the Valley Master to come in person?