1403 Uncle Nine, No Kinship in the Royal Family

Princess Anping's injury was not fatal, but she was injured in a vital part. Her injury would even make her marriage with Beiling worthless, or in other words, Dongling would not be able to gain any advantage.

Feng Qingchen shook his head gently, covered himself with the quilt, and turned to ask the imperial physician beside him: "The wound has been treated after being pierced by a sword. The princess is not in danger of life. What do you want me to do?"

The imperial doctors' techniques for treating external injuries have reached perfection, and she has no advantage in treating external injuries.

"The emperor wants you to cure the princess's illness and make her feel as if she were not injured at all." The imperial physician said implicitly.

Feng Qingchen just played dumb: "Remove scars? I think there are plenty of such medicines in the palace."

"Miss Feng, you are a smart person. You should know why the emperor summoned you to the palace." When the imperial doctors saw Feng Qingchen playing dumb, their faces changed immediately.

If Feng Qingchen doesn't take the blame, who else will they find to take the blame?

"You gentlemen are all national players, how could you not know the princess's situation? Aren't you making things difficult for me?" Feng Qingchen looked aggrieved and a little dissatisfied.

This was not an act. Feng Qingchen was truly dissatisfied. No matter how open-hearted she was to these imperial doctors and how honest she was with them, these doctors would still push her out to take the blame at critical moments.

It's because she has no family to stand up for her, so they push her out to take the blame and she doesn't have to worry about offending anyone.

"How can this be a difficulty? Miss Feng has extraordinary medical skills and has always been good at treating external injuries. I'm sure she has a good method." As this is a matter of life and death, all the imperial doctors unanimously agreed to push Feng Qingchen out. After all, Feng Qingchen is very capable and she will definitely be able to turn danger into safety.

“My lords, Qingchen is a human, not a god. I don’t have the ability to resurrect the dead. Princess Anping was injured in the abdomen, and a sword pierced through her vitals. Even if the wound is sutured well, it is impossible for Princess Anping to be like an ordinary person. An injury is an injury.” In other words, Princess Anping’s uterus was injured, and she would not be able to have children in this life.

The reason why the emperor let Princess Anping marry Beiling was to give birth to the next emperor of Beiling. This was an agreement between the emperor and Beiling's third prince, Beiling Fengqian.

Dong Ling helped Bei Ling Feng Qian ascend the throne and become emperor. Bei Ling Feng Qian then made An Ping the queen, and the child born by An Ping the crown prince. The next emperor of Bei Ling must be born by Princess An Ping. Now...

On the eve of the marriage, Princess Anping injured her uterus while trying to save the emperor and was unable to bear children. This marriage became almost useless and did not bring much benefit to Yu Dongling. How could the emperor not be anxious?

"Is there really no way?" The imperial physician became anxious when he heard Feng Qingchen's words. They knew Feng Qingchen's character and knew he would never lie about such a thing.

Feng Qingchen shook her head firmly: "I can't do anything. The wound is too deep. Even if the wound heals, the damage will still be there." These people really think she is a god. If they ask her to remove Princess Anping's uterus, she can do it.

"What should we do now?" The imperial doctors regarded Feng Qingchen as their life-saving straw. They couldn't help but panic when they heard Feng Qingchen's words, and each of them had a bitter face.

"Feng...Qing...Chen." Just when Feng Qingchen was about to leave, Princess Anping woke up and tugged at Feng Qingchen's clothes. When Feng Qingchen turned around, she saw Princess Anping looking at her pitifully.

"Please, save me, save, save me. I don't want to..." I don't want to lose the right to be a mother.

"Don't worry, Princess. You won't die." Feng Qingchen mourned for Anping in her heart for a second, but she felt that this was a blessing in disguise for Princess Anping.

When her child is born, he will just be a pawn of Beiling and Dongling, and it is still a question how long he can live.

According to the emperor's ambition, as long as Princess Anping gave birth to a prince, he would kill Beiling Fengqian and then make the young prince the emperor. At that time...

"No, no... child, I don't want to..." Princess Anping spoke intermittently. Feng Qingchen could understand, but she still said that she was just a doctor: "Your Highness, it's good enough that you can survive."

"No, no, I..." No

Losing the right to be a mother.

"Princess, you are seriously injured. You should take good care of yourself." Feng Qingchen took her clothes from Princess Anping's hands, walked out without looking back, and ignored Princess Anping's crying.

As a doctor, she has seen a lot of things like this. She sympathizes with the patients, but that's all she can do.

"Feng Qingchen, why did you come out?" The emperor was so majestic without even getting angry, his imperial aura was fully on display. Feng Qingchen was caught off guard, her face turned pale, and her legs almost went weak.

Fortunately, this was not the first time she had experienced the majesty of the emperor, and she quickly calmed down: "Your Majesty, the princess is not in danger of death, and her injuries are not serious. She will be fine after a period of rest."

"I asked you to come here, not to let you see Anping's injuries."

"Your Majesty, I am stupid. I beg Your Majesty to explain clearly." Feng Qingchen continued to play dumb. The emperor snorted coldly, "Feng Qingchen, Anping is injured. The imperial physician said that she will not be able to have children in the future. You must cure Anping."

"Your servant is powerless, and I beg Your Majesty to find someone else." Feng Qingchen lowered her head, ignoring the anger in the emperor's eyes.

"How dare you disobey my orders?" The emperor threw his sleeves and shouted angrily. Feng Qingchen bent and said, "Your Majesty, I am incompetent and cannot heal the princess."

"If you can't cure it, I will make you pay with your life. Feng Qingchen, you dare to listen to me. No matter what method you use, I will take your head and wipe out your entire family."

The Emperor's usual trick was to threaten and intimidate. Feng Qingchen sighed silently, staring at the shoe surface and stopped talking. He thought he would face the Emperor's wrath, but unexpectedly, a eunuch came in and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Fu came to the palace and said that he had something important to report."

The emperor abandoned Feng Qingchen and Princess Anping and left without saying anything about how to deal with Feng Qingchen.

When Feng Qingchen saw this situation, he signaled Tong Jue to take the medicine box and leave.

If you don't leave now, when will you leave?

"Miss Feng, you can't leave. The emperor didn't let you go." The guard blocked Feng Qingchen's way. Feng Qingchen looked at the guard and said coldly, "The emperor didn't tell me to stay here. What? Do you dare to be the emperor's master and issue orders on his behalf?"

"I dare not." The guard knelt down with a pale face and apologized.

"It's good that you don't dare. Get out of the way." Feng Qingchen left without looking back. Seeing this, the other guards lowered their heads and pretended not to see it.

They don't want to die!

“Cough cough cough…”

In the courtyard deep in the alley, Dong Ling Zi Luo, who was imprisoned here, coughed bitterly. Looking at the blood on the handkerchief, Dong Ling Zi Luo's eyes flashed with sorrow, and he asked helplessly: "Ninth Uncle, why is this happening?"

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You lose." The Ninth Prince turned his back to Dong Ling Zi Luo. Just his back was enough to make Dong Ling Zi Luo dare not look directly at him.

"I am your nephew." Dong Ling Ziluo's voice was hoarse, and tears were sparkling in his red eyes.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't seize it." The assassination was the chance he gave me. If I didn't seize it, who could I blame?

"Haha~ So, I am destined to die." Dong Ling Zi Luo's smile was uglier than crying: "The imperial family is the most ruthless. I was wrong. I really hoped that you would treat me like the prince."

"You are not the prince." Therefore, I will not tolerate you.

"Yes, I am not the crown prince. I will be a prisoner soon. When my father finds out, he will not let me go." Dong Ling Zi Luo smiled sadly and knelt behind the Ninth Uncle: "Uncle Ninth, I call you Uncle Ninth. I regard you as my nephew. I beg you for the last time before I die. Please let Anping go."

"This king has never thought of taking your and Anping's lives. You don't have to think too much."

His opponent has never been Zi Luo!