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The courtyard was quiet, and outside the house was a little deserted, with basically no maids or old women to be seen.

Because the Ninth Prince was unhappy, the flowerbed outside the house had long been cleared by the servants, with only a few small trees half a person's height as decoration. It looked very desolate and vaguely had a sense of decay.

Those small trees must have been transplanted recently. Their leaves are wilted and they have a gray and dead air. They look dead and gloomy, which is really unattractive.

In a courtyard like this, not to mention people who are in a bad mood, even people who are in a good mood will feel a little depressed when they walk in. The Ninth Prince paused, then slowed down his pace and walked in.

There were two maids guarding outside Feng Qingchen's door. When they saw the Ninth Prince coming over and were about to pay their respects, they were interrupted by the Ninth Prince, who signaled them with his eyes to "get out".

You read it right, Uncle Jiukan wanted them to get out of here and not stay here to get in his way.

The two girls burst into tears. Who did they offend? Why did the Ninth Prince glare at them like a cold knife? They did nothing, and they did not dress up like the servants before and climb into the Ninth Prince's bed.

Since there were no outsiders around, the Ninth Prince didn't have so many concerns. The coldness on his face eased a little. He pushed the door open with light footsteps, walked around the screen and came to the inner room. He saw Feng Qingchen was sleeping soundly.

For a moment, the Ninth Prince didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really worried for nothing. Feng Qingchen was fine, but as soon as he walked into the Ninth Prince's house, he knew something was wrong.

Feng Qingchen's eyes were red and swollen, obvious signs of crying.

"Are you so wronged?" The Ninth Prince would stand by the bed, his fingertips gently sliding across Feng Qingchen's cheek, with a hint of doubt that he himself did not understand.

"You feel wronged, and so do I." His fingers rested on Feng Qingchen's slightly pale lips, stroking them for a moment. Seeing that Feng Qingchen did not respond, the Ninth Prince sighed softly and pinched the corner of the quilt for Feng Qingchen: "Sleep well."

The Ninth Prince kissed Feng Qingchen gently on her lips, turned around and walked out. When he heard the door closing, Feng Qingchen did not open his eyes, but reached out to touch his lips, and a tear rolled down the corner of his eye.

The Ninth Prince, he didn't understand a woman's heart at all. She admitted that the Ninth Prince did a good job and took everything into consideration, but the Ninth Prince didn't take her feelings into consideration.

She could accept the Ninth Prince's scolding, but she could not accept his cold treatment. She did not like his condescending attitude. It felt like she was a plaything that could be called upon at will.

She came with great joy in her heart. She only wanted the Ninth Prince to look at her, or hug her, or even say "I'm fine", she would be satisfied. Even if the Ninth Prince was mean to her or even wanted to punish her, she would accept it.

But there was nothing, no care, no greetings, only coldness in the room.

Feng Qingchen twisted his lips into a bitter smile, turned over, curled up like a shrimp, and then... as he was thinking, he actually fell asleep.

Feng Qingchen slept until dark. After dinner, Feng Qingchen went to see Mr. Wen Yuan and Zhan Yan to reassure them. It was already late when he came back. As he had to continue his journey tomorrow, Feng Qingchen wanted to rest early to avoid being tired the next day.

But Feng Qingchen couldn't fall asleep because he slept too much during the day. He tossed and turned in bed for a long time. When he was about to get up, he heard the door open.

Feng Qingchen knew that the only person who would come over at this time was the Ninth Prince, so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but this time the Ninth Prince did not let her go.

"I know you are not asleep. Open your eyes." This was an order. Since Feng Qingchen woke up but did not take the initiative to see him, the Ninth Prince was unhappy.

Feng Qingchen could think of Mr. Wen Yuan’s worries, but couldn’t he think that he would also be worried? He would be more worried than Mr. Wen Yuan.

She couldn't pretend any longer. Even though Feng Qingchen didn't know how to face the Ninth Uncle, she had to open her eyes and call him honestly, "Ninth Uncle."

Too much respect, not enough intimacy

The Ninth Prince frowned unconsciously: "What's wrong with you?" He found that women's minds were really hard to guess.

"Me? I'm fine. I'm fine." Feng Qingchen sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and smiled at the Ninth Uncle: "Ninth Uncle, it's getting late. Should we settle down?"

"No hurry, I have something to tell you." If I don't make it clear today, I won't have time and chance on the road.

"Uncle Nine, please speak..."

Feng Qingchen's attitude was very good, so good that the Ninth Prince could not find any fault with her, but it was precisely because of this that the Ninth Prince became even more unhappy.

What does Feng Qingchen mean by this? Is he showing his displeasure to him?

"Are you blaming me for not protecting you?" The Ninth Prince's voice unconsciously took on a hint of coldness.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Uncle and shook his head decisively: "No. This matter is my own fault. It was because I was trying to be a hero that this happened."

"Hmph... it's good that you know how to be a hero. What? Do you think you are so capable that you can single-handedly break into the enemy's camp and then escape safely?" When the Ninth Prince thought of this, he was so angry that he wanted to kill the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family.

He asked the eighteen riders of the Si family to protect Feng Qingchen, not Mr. Wenyuan.

"I have never thought so. I know my abilities." Feng Qingchen had a calm face, with long hair draped behind her, looking vaguely weak.

But the Ninth Prince was not in the mood to appreciate it. He got angry when he mentioned this matter: "Since you know your own weight, you shouldn't put yourself in danger. Feng Qingchen, remember this, you are not alone. You have me and the Feng family behind you. Do you know how many people will be sad if something happens to you?"

"I know. So no matter what happens, I will try my best to stay alive, but... some things are more important than life, and the situation at the time didn't allow me to think too much." She knew why the Ninth Prince was angry, but... she was Feng Qingchen, and she had her own persistence and principles.

"More important than life?" The Ninth Prince sneered: "In your eyes, protecting Mr. Wen Yuan is more important than life? His life is life, but your life and the lives of the secret guards are not lives?"

He admitted that Feng Qingchen did a great job in this matter, and he would do the same if he were in their place, but he could take risks while Feng Qingchen could not. If anything happened to Feng Qingchen, he would go crazy.

"No." Feng Qingchen shook her head, ignoring the anger in the Ninth Uncle's eyes, and explained clearly and slowly: "I respect everyone's life, and I cherish my own life even more. I am a selfish woman. In times of crisis, I would rather sacrifice others to survive. But some things are more important than life, such as principles and persistence. I promised you that I would protect Mr. Wenyuan, and I must do it. This is my responsibility. I can sacrifice others to survive, but I can't abandon my own responsibilities in order to survive. If I ran away at the time, Mr. Wenyuan couldn't leave, and I couldn't run away."

She seems to have a calm temperament, but she is actually stubborn at heart. She will persist in what she insists on even if it is wrong.

"So, in order to fulfill your promise and to take on the responsibility of protecting them, you are willing to even give up your own life?" The Ninth Prince's anger dissipated in an instant. Feng Qingchen's words deeply shocked his heart.

Feng Qingchen was not wrong, he was wrong. He knew that Feng Qingchen acted with the decisiveness and perseverance of a soldier, but he did not expect that she had also learned the principle of a soldier to work hard to complete the mission.

How did General Feng teach his daughter? Did he want to raise his daughter as a soldier? No, it should be said that what kind of environment did Feng Qingchen live in to develop such a temper.

A woman who is more responsible than a man makes people love and hate her.

A word to the readers: I got back a little late because of something that happened. There are two more chapters that will be updated later. Please go to bed after reading this chapter. As for Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince, they are rational people but they also have an immature side.