1272 Slavery, help is not just talk

Princess Mingwei was very sensible. When she left, she took all the guards and servants around her with her, clearly intending to leave some space for the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen to be alone.

Princess Mingwei was not around, so Feng Qingchen didn't try to be elegant and noble, and she relaxed. She was still wearing the same clothes, but she looked much more casual.

Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Uncle and said with a smile: "Did I come at the wrong time?" I ruined your date with the beauty.

The Ninth Prince nodded seriously: "It's indeed not the right time." Having arrived so late, his patience was almost worn out.

"It seems that I have disturbed the Ninth Prince." The smile on Feng Qingchen's face became more and more fake. Damn, the Ninth Prince was dating another woman, and she caught him on the spot, but he was still so confident. This is too much.

"No interruption." The tone was still serious, making it impossible to refute whether the words were true or false.

Feng Qingchen knew that there was nothing between the Ninth Prince and Princess Mingwei, and that it was Princess Mingwei's wishful thinking. But she was still unhappy, because... when she came to see the Ninth Prince with great anticipation, the Ninth Prince went to the garden with Princess Mingwei on that day.

It was neither early nor late, it was exactly the day she entered the city. This coincidence was really annoying. Feng Qingchen glared at the Ninth Uncle in anger and continued to walk forward with a noble and cold demeanor.

The Ninth Prince had a smile in his eyes and followed Feng Qingchen slowly.

Feng Qingchen was cute when she was angry, and she was also cute when she was nervous and jealous. This side of him was extremely rare, and now that he had the chance, he didn't mind taking a few more glances.

The two walked one after the other, neither hurried nor slow. When they arrived at the Lotus Viewing Pavilion, Princess Mingwei had already prepared everything, including tea and snacks, as well as a guqin.

Princess Mingwei was sitting next to the guqin, and when she saw the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen approaching, she immediately stood up to greet them. She did not act like a princess at all and was very approachable. She was especially kind to Feng Qingchen.

"Ninth Uncle, Qingchen, you are here. If you hadn't come, I would have worried that you would have gotten lost." Princess Mingwei was very good at speaking, and these caring words conveyed a lot of meaning.

"I'm sorry to have worried the princess." Feng Qingchen was still calm. He looked past Princess Mingwei and towards the endless lotus pond. "It's really beautiful. It's a pity that I came at the wrong time. If I had come two months earlier, I might have been able to see the beauty of the lotus flowers reflecting the sun."

"Yes, Qingchen is late, but Qingchen wants to see it again next year. But some people are late and can never see it again." When Princess Mingwei spoke, she glanced at the Ninth Uncle quietly, and then retracted her gaze as if nothing had happened. The look of wanting to say something but not being able to is truly heart-warming.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Uncle out of the corner of his eye and sneered silently.

Princess Mingwei was really interesting. She actually seduced the Ninth Prince right in front of her. Did she want to say that she was a step late? But what if she was a step early? Princess Mingwei was not her Feng Qingchen, so it would be useless even if she was.

Feng Qingchen was too disdainful to argue with Princess Mingwei over such matters. It would be easy for her to attack Princess Mingwei.

Feng Qingchen pointed at the lotus pond and said to Uncle Nine: "Uncle Nine, I want to eat lotus seeds."

"Okay..." The Ninth Prince responded, and Princess Mingwei immediately said, "Qingchen wants to eat lotus seeds. I'll have someone pick them right away."

"Thank you, Princess. No thanks." Feng Qingchen politely declined. Just when Princess Mingwei thought Feng Qingchen knew how to be polite, Feng Qingchen turned around and said to the Ninth Uncle, "Ninth Uncle, you go. After all, we are in Nanling and we can't trouble the people of Nanling."

That matter-of-fact tone not only frightened Princess Mingwei, but also stunned the Ninth Prince for a moment. However, when he met Feng Qingchen's warning eyes,

, the Ninth Prince had no choice but to respond with a "yes".

Why does he feel like he is shooting himself in the foot?

Although Feng Qingchen was nervous about him, she seemed angry as well. She took the opportunity to enslave him, but he couldn't refuse.

Before the Ninth Prince went to pick the lotus seeds, Princess Mingwei spoke up for him. She seemed gentle but was actually harsh, saying, "Qingchen, picking lotus seeds is the job of servants. How can you let the Ninth Prince do it? The Ninth Prince is of noble status. If you want to eat lotus seeds, I will let the servants pick them for you."

Feng Qingchen suddenly looked at Princess Mingwei, with a smile on her face, but her eyes were cold: "Princess, are you meddling too much? The Ninth Prince didn't say anything, so who are you to say this?"

She originally didn't want to argue with Princess Mingwei, but the tone of Princess Mingwei, like a wife disciplining a mistress, really made her unhappy. She also hinted in her words to the Ninth Prince that she treated the Ninth Prince as a servant.

"Ninth Uncle, I..." Princess Mingwei's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked at the Ninth Uncle with a resentful face, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Feng Qingchen looked disdainful and said coldly to the Ninth Uncle: "Ninth Uncle, I want to eat lotus seeds."

"Wait." The Ninth Prince did not comfort Princess Mingwei. Instead, he left these two words and walked towards the lotus pond.

"How is that possible?" Princess Mingwei staggered back, as if she couldn't stand steadily.

How is it possible that the Ninth Prince actually went to pick lotus seeds for Feng Qingchen?

"Nothing is impossible. He is my man and he should do this for me." Feng Qingchen is the only one in the world who dares to say such words with confidence.

"But he is the Ninth Prince." If it was any other man, she could still accept it, but this man is the Ninth Prince.

"He is the emperor and also my man. Not only should he pick lotus seeds for me, he should also take care of me personally." Feng Qingchen looked very confident and was definitely not bluffing.

Princess Mingwei could still pretend that she didn't care before, but now she couldn't pretend anymore. She pointed at Feng Qingchen and scolded, "Feng Qingchen, don't be so proud. Do you really think that the Ninth Emperor's uncle will always be good to you just because he treats you well now? Don't forget, if you hadn't been so desperate to cling to the Ninth Emperor's uncle, do you think the Ninth Emperor would have liked you? How could you be so proud now?"

"If the Ninth Prince doesn't treat me well, who should he treat well? You?" Feng Qingchen looked at Princess Mingwei sarcastically.

When they first met, she felt that the bookish Princess Mingwei was a bit like Jinling, but now...

Jin Ling's gentlemanly bearing is natural, which is not something Princess Mingwei can learn. Even if she tries to imitate him, she will fail.

"Why can't it be me? I am a hundred times better than you. I can be the Ninth Uncle's good wife. When he is fighting hard, I can stabilize the rear for him and help him. But you can't do anything." Princess Mingwei puffed out her chest, full of confidence.

Feng Qingchen chuckled: "Princess Mingwei, what can you do to help the Ninth Uncle? Do you know what the Ninth Uncle wants?"

The Ninth Prince has been in Nanling for more than a month, and she has never seen this woman help the Ninth Prince.

"Of course I know. What the Ninth Prince has to do now is to ask the Palace Master to go to Dongling, and I can help him." Princess Mingwei ignored Feng Qingchen's ridicule and was full of confidence.

Feng Qingchen looked at Princess Mingwei with contempt and said calmly, "The Ninth Prince has been in Nanling for nearly a month, but the princess has not helped him to invite the Palace Master out. Helping someone is not just about talking, but requires actual action."

Help, help with ulterior motives, there is no way the Ninth Prince will accept it.

Besides, the Ninth Prince has not fallen to the point where he has to rely on women to succeed...