1323 Stealing Fragrance, the Study is a Wonderful Place

The Ninth Prince chose to meet Feng Qingchen in the study, firstly because he was too busy to spare, and secondly because the study was a good place, as they had resolved several unpleasant experiences in the study.

When Feng Qingchen arrived, the Ninth Prince was still busy. When he saw Feng Qingchen, he just looked up and said, "Sit down." Then he continued to be busy with the official business at hand. Feng Qingchen was not annoyed. He found a seat to sit down and poured himself a glass of water.

It was boiled water, still a little hot. It looked like it was specially prepared by the Ninth Prince.

Fortunately, the Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen was coming, so he quickly finished his business and put down his pen: "Qingchen, I'm busy lately, sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It's okay. The prince has official business to attend to. It's only right for Qingchen to wait." Feng Qingchen was still angry.

It wasn't her who came to see the Ninth Prince, it was the Ninth Prince who wanted to see her. However, he didn't choose the right time and made her wait here. Was this a show of power?

"This king is really very busy." Noticing Feng Qingchen's dissatisfaction, the Ninth Prince sighed and emphasized again.

Feng Qingchen nodded sincerely: "I know, Your Majesty, are you done with your work now? If not, I can wait a little longer." See how cooperative she is.

"The rest are not important. Qingchen, wait for me for a moment. I will take these documents out." The Ninth Prince selfishly did not want anyone to come in, so he took the processed letters outside himself and asked the secret guards to deliver them.

The secret guard was startled and secretly thanked God that he did not eavesdrop through the crack of the door like his predecessors did. He took the document and ran out quickly.

The Ninth Prince returned to the study room and saw that Feng Qingchen was still indifferent. He felt powerless and took the initiative to say, "Qingchen, let's talk."

"What does Your Majesty want to say?" Feng Qingchen greeted with a smile and was very cooperative.

"Tell me about the accident that day. Is your hand okay?" The Ninth Prince was no longer shy about asking. He knew that Feng Qingchen cared about this matter a lot, and in fact, he cared about it too.

"Much better. Since the prince said it was an accident, there is nothing to talk about. It's just an accident, and I won't take it to heart." If one day she accidentally shoots the Ninth Prince, can that be called an accident?

"Qingchen, you know very well that this is not what I meant." The Ninth Prince was also a little annoyed. Feng Qingchen seemed too calm, so calm that it made him angry.

Shouldn't a woman cry and scream when she is angry? Why didn't Feng Qingchen react at all?

"Let me check your body." Since the Ninth Prince had surrendered, Feng Qingchen was not polite.

She was really worried about the health of the Ninth Uncle.

Although the Ninth Prince was somewhat reluctant, he finally gave in: "Okay, let's go to the inner room."

This study is very large, with a small lounge inside. There is a low couch in the lounge, which is comfortable for two people to sit on. The Ninth Prince rarely uses it.

When they arrived at the inner room, they sat down. The Ninth Prince stretched out his hand, and Feng Qingchen did not hesitate to activate the smart medical kit to examine the Ninth Prince. At the same time, he took out a set of instruments from it and prepared to draw blood for the Ninth Prince for testing.

The Ninth Prince had always known that what Feng Qingchen had in his hand was magical, but when he saw Feng Qingchen operating the smart medical kit up close again, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but be surprised.

The thing in Feng Qingchen's hand is truly amazing.

"Qingchen, don't let anyone else find out." The Ninth Prince couldn't help but reminded again.

If other people discovered the secret of Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen would not even be able to die.

"I'll be careful." Feng Qingchen looked up and met the eyes of the Ninth Prince. Their eyes met, and seeing the worry and doting in the Ninth Prince's eyes, she could not look away.

This man has a thousand faults, but he has her in his heart. Most importantly, she loves him, so much that she can... disregard everything.

It took her two lifetimes to find such a man, how could she not care about him and cherish him? Feng Qingchen's eyes were a little moist, and she quickly turned her eyes away when she realized that she was abnormal.

"We have to wait a little longer for the test results. I'll draw your blood first." Feng Qingchen lowered his head to hide his panic. The Ninth Prince had a smile on his face and stretched out his hand to Feng Qingchen again.

Feng Qingchen took a breath, not daring to look at the Ninth Uncle again. He quickly drew two test tubes of blood, packed the things and put them back into the smart medical bag, while checking the examination results of the smart medical bag.

She had to keep herself busy, only in this way could she avoid being affected by the charm of the Ninth Prince, which had too great an influence on her.

Feng Qingchen stared at the test results for a long time but didn't say anything. The Ninth Prince couldn't help but asked, "Qingchen, what's wrong?"

"Well... everything is normal." Feng Qingchen looked up, looking embarrassed.

"Isn't it good if everything is normal?" The Ninth Prince asked teasingly. Under the Ninth Prince's gaze, Feng Qingchen was speechless and could only nod blankly: "Okay, of course."

What the hell. If everything was normal, that meant she was overthinking it, she was paranoid, but it was obvious...

Feng Qingchen pulled her hair in annoyance. She really felt that there was something wrong with the Ninth Uncle, but she couldn't find out what it was.

"What's wrong? Why are you pulling your hair?" The Ninth Prince grabbed Feng Qingchen's hands and stopped her from this self-destructive behavior.

However, even though the Ninth Prince reacted quickly, Feng Qingchen still pulled out a handful of hair. The Ninth Prince wanted to blame her, but seeing Feng Qingchen's angry look, he couldn't help but pinch her nose: "You... you shouldn't take your anger out on your hair. I won't blame you."

The Ninth Prince said this magnanimously, but Feng Qingchen was very angry: "What do you mean you won't blame me? If I say I won't blame you, it means I don't blame you. But don't forget, you hurt me, it's a fact, don't you allow me to think more about it?"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. It's all my fault, okay? I know Qingchen, you care about me. You're right. I'm not someone who gets distracted easily.

"I thought about it afterwards. It was indeed unusual to lose my hand at that time. I have written to the Valley Master, asking him to wait for us in Jiangnan. We will stay in Jiangnan for two days and let the Valley Master take a look at me. Will you feel relieved?" The Ninth Prince did this purely to appease Feng Qingchen. He didn't want Feng Qingchen to keep dwelling on this matter.

"Are you serious?" Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up. She didn't expect that the Ninth Prince said he didn't believe her, but he believed her in his heart.

"Seriously. When have I ever lied to you?" The Ninth Prince took Feng Qingchen into his arms.

Don’t take it seriously, maybe Wang Jinling will accompany Qingchen to watch the sunrise and then the sunset.

"Then when are we leaving?" Feng Qingchen knew that the matter of Mr. Wenyuan had come to an end, and the Ninth Prince did not need to step in to make the remaining matters, because the Zhan family would no longer cause trouble for the Ninth Prince, and Wang Jinling would be in charge of uncovering the person behind the scenes.

"Three days. Once the Zhan family leaves, we'll leave." The Ninth Prince buried his head in Feng Qingchen's neck. It wasn't that he wanted to steal her fragrance, but he was simply too tired.

"What about Princess Mingwei?" This is a problem. She can't take Princess Mingwei to Jiangnan.

"Don't worry, someone will come to pick up Princess Mingwei tomorrow." The Ninth Prince smelled the body fragrance of Feng Qingchen and became a little distracted, so he lowered his head and bit Feng Qingchen's collarbone.

"Ah..." Feng Qingchen screamed, and without even bothering to ask who would come to pick up Princess Mingwei, she quickly pushed the Ninth Prince away: "Not now."

"Why? It's already dark." The Ninth Prince said confidently. He was not a bully in broad daylight.

Feng Qingchen's face instantly turned red, and she grabbed the Ninth Uncle's hand and bit it hard: "Mr. Wenyuan's body is still warm, why are you thinking about this..."

"Whether Mr. Wenyuan's body is cold or not is none of my business?" the Ninth Prince said gritting his teeth.

Mr. Wenyuan disliked him when he was alive, and he still wanted to cause trouble for him after his death!