1322 Quarrel, the Ninth Emperor wants to see you

There was a hint of sadness on Feng Qingchen's face. With her elbows resting on her legs and her chin in her hands, she looked towards the east, as if she was waiting for the sun to rise from the horizon. But Wang Jinling discovered that Feng Qingchen's eyes were out of focus and empty, like a doll without a soul.

Wang Jinling opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

Since they have decided to be friends, there are some things that should not be said and some things that he cannot care about. If they get too deeply involved, both of them will get hurt. Otherwise, Feng Qingchen would not have run out of the imperial city without saying hello.

Wang Jinling sat quietly on the roof, watching the sun rising slowly from the horizon like Feng Qingchen. The golden light brushed towards the earth, and the temperature of the ground rose little by little, but it could not soften the hearts of Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen.

The two came to the rooftop to watch the sunrise, but until the sun rose, they didn't even look at it. They just sat there quietly, thinking about their own thoughts, immersed in their own world.

It was not until the rooftop was illuminated by the sun's rays, so bright that people could not open their eyes, that Feng Qingchen came to his senses and said to Wang Jinling beside him: "The sun is out, let's go down."

Wang Jinling didn't ask any more questions and nodded in agreement. After Feng Qingchen went down, he climbed down the stairs slowly. Although the scene of a master flying down was beautiful, Wang Jinling's posture when going down the stairs was also very charming, and several maids were stunned.

Feng Qingchen gave a playful smile, and when Wang Jinling came down, she told him about this.

Wang Jinling looked embarrassed: "Qingchen, stop laughing at me. They knew I was a good-for-nothing scholar, so they were not appreciating my heroic figure walking down the stairs. They were obviously laughing at me and expecting me to fall down the stairs."

Wang Jinling touched his forehead as if he was worried. There was no cold sweat. His funny look made Feng Qingchen smile. Feng Qingchen stopped teasing him and invited Wang Jinling to have breakfast together since it was getting late. Wang Jinling shook his head and refused: "No."

He doesn't want to cause dislike.

There were obviously problems between the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. They needed time and opportunities to communicate, and he had no intention of ruining their marriage.

"Okay then. I'm leaving." Feng Qingchen waved his hand and left gracefully.

Wang Jinling sighed lightly and returned to the room. After washing up, Wang Jinling went to the flower hall to have dinner. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he saw Zhan Yan waiting for him there.

“Brother Jinling.” Zhan Yan stood up awkwardly, lowering his head, like a child admitting his mistake.

The smile on Wang Jinling's face froze for a moment, and then he said nonchalantly: "Yan'er, why are you here? Are you going to have breakfast here?"

"No, Brother Jinling, I came here specially to wait for you." Zhan Yan noticed Wang Jinling's distance and felt a dull pain in his heart.

After her father died, not only did the Zhan family look down on her, but even Brother Jinling ignored her?

"Wait for me? What's the matter?" Wang Jinling pretended not to know. Zhan Yan bit her lip and said, "Brother Jinling, I'm here to apologize for what happened last night. I was wrong last night. I don't have any other intentions. I just want to ask you something. Please forgive me, Brother Jinling."

"What's the point of talking about forgiveness or not? It's my fault. I got too angry yesterday." Thinking of what he said last night, Wang Jinling knew that he had said something too harsh and felt quite embarrassed.

"Yan'er, don't be angry with your brother Jinling. Your brother Jinling didn't mean it." No matter what, Yan'er is innocent, and Madam Zhan's calculations have nothing to do with Yan'er.

Zhan Yan heaved a sigh of relief: "I hope Brother Jinling is not angry with me. Brother Jinling, may I ask how is my grandmother?"

"Yan Er, you will know if you go and see for yourself."

Wang Jinling frowned slightly. He vaguely understood that Madam Zhan probably rejected Zhan Yan’s invitation.

Sure enough, Zhan Yan said, "Grandma said she was not feeling well and refused to see Yan'er. Let Yan'er get ready and go back in three days."

"Your grandmother had a stroke and I'm afraid she's in bad shape. Since your grandmother asked you to pack your things, Yan'er should go and prepare them quickly. It's time for the master to be buried in peace." Zhan Yan's identity was there. Wang Jinling could fight for slightly better living conditions for Zhan Yan, but he could not ask Madam Zhan to treat her as before.

Zhan Yan nodded silently, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Brother Jin Ling, will you attend my father's funeral?"

"Of course, sir, treat me like a son, I will definitely participate." If Wang Jinling was not worried about Madam Zhan using Zhan Yan to plot against him on the road, he would have gone with the Zhan family.

"Then Yan'er will be relieved. Brother Jinling, Yan'er is taking her leave." Zhan Yan tried her best to smile more beautifully, but that smile was uglier than crying.

Grandmother really didn't want to see her, but she told her something. She said she had personally proposed to Brother Jinling, but Brother Jinling refused to marry her. Grandmother told her to do everything she could to get Brother Jinling to marry her, otherwise she would not be able to marry into a good family after three years, but...

How could she possibly force Brother Jin Ling?

Zhan Yan knew that after this farewell, she didn’t know when they would meet again, so with great reluctance, Zhan Yan took small steps towards the door.

Wang Jinling sighed softly.

Zhan Yan is a good girl, but... he doesn't want to offend the Zhan family. Now that his master is dead, he has done what a disciple should do, and his fate with the Zhan family is over.

Compared with Wang Jinling, Feng Qingchen's breakfast was relatively quiet because the Ninth Prince did not show up.

Looking at the empty seat opposite, Feng Qingchen smiled, held the bowl and ate his meal. After finishing his breakfast, he went back to his room to change the medicine on his hand, and then went to change the medicine for Doudou.

"Qingchen, when will I get better? I'm almost suffocating." When Doudou saw Feng Qingchen coming, he sat up quickly as if he had seen a savior, but was held down by Zuo'an beside him: "Don't move."

"You bastard, I didn't tear the wound open, why don't you let me move." Doudou lay flat on the bed, glaring at Zuo'an.

Damn, that bastard Zuo An keeps staring at him every day and doesn’t let him move. If he continues like this, he’ll get moldy.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the two of them indifferently without saying anything. He just took out the medicine box and changed the medicine for Doudou.

Affected by the low pressure around Feng Qingchen, Doudou didn't dare to say anything more. He looked at Feng Qingchen and then at Zuo'an. In the end, he felt that Zuo'an was easy to bully, so he poked Zuo'an and asked, "What's wrong with Feng Qingchen?"

Zuo An rolled his eyes at Dou Dou and said nothing. Feng Qingchen didn't say a word from beginning to end. He changed the medicine and turned around and left. Dou Dou's eyes lit up and kept questioning Zuo An. Finally, Zuo An uttered two words: "Fight!"

It should be a cold war. After the unpleasant incident that day, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen never met again, and no one knew what the two were upset about.

In fact, the two of them were not having a quarrel at all, they were just too busy to have time to talk about love. Feng Qingchen was not angry, she just couldn't understand why the Ninth Prince failed.

The Ninth Prince said it was an accident, but Feng Qingchen didn't think so. However, the Ninth Prince didn't give her the opportunity to investigate further.

"Miss Feng, the prince invites you." In the afternoon, the Ninth Prince finally found time to meet Feng Qingchen, but he did not come in person. Instead, he asked his guards to invite her.

This treatment...

Feng Qingchen nodded, indicating that he understood.