A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine ... Volume 1 1450 Going crazy, seducing means

When Feng Qingchen woke up, the Ninth Prince was no longer in the room. The quilt was cold and it seemed that he had been up for a long time. Feng Qingchen was not worried. With the army protecting him, no one could hurt the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen washed and dressed leisurely, then went to look for Princess Anping and the other female officials who were accompanying her in the dowry. They were about to enter Beiling, so they had to get to know everyone.

Before, she had been busy arranging her own troops to enter Beiling and had no time to build relationships with the female officials.

Princess Anping was very polite to Feng Qingchen, even with a bit of flattery, but the other female officials looked at Feng Qingchen with disgust.

Although they were all female officials who came with the dowry, Feng Qingchen was treated very differently from them. The Ninth Prince kept them together like pigs and did not allow them to move around unless necessary. However, he stuck with Feng Qingchen every day and allowed her to walk around.

Feng Qingchen had freedom that they didn't have, and was doted on by the Ninth Prince. These fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls felt uncomfortable watching this. They were deeply jealous of Feng Qingchen.

Seeing Feng Qingchen coming in, a few brave girls turned their faces away proudly, as if they were disdainful of being associated with Feng Qingchen. One of them even started to sarcastically say, "Who was that? It turned out to be Lady Feng. Lady Feng is so arrogant that she even wants the princess to wait for you. Do you think that even when we get to Beiling, the princess will have to look at your face?"

"You're so bold." Before Feng Qingchen could say anything, Princess Anping's expression changed: "Slap your face."

The young girl was not afraid at all and continued, "Princess, am I wrong? Your Highness, I would like to remind you to be on your guard against this Lady Feng. A woman as resourceful as Lady Feng will surely charm the Third Prince to death when she arrives at Beiling. It is not impossible for the Third Prince to favor his concubine over his wife."

The girl was dressed in crimson, with a slightly raised chin and a proud look, just like a... turkey.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the girl with a half-smile: "The daughter of Minister Zhao of the Ministry of War? Oh no... should be called former Minister. I heard that your father committed a crime and was exiled to the northwest."

Minister Zhao was implicated by Dongling Ziluo, so it is understandable that this female official Zhao hated Princess Anping and Feng Qingchen.

“So what?” The crimson girl’s eyes dimmed, then she became arrogant again, looking fearless.

"It's nothing, it's just that I have some friendship with the officials in the northwest. What do you think if I ask them to take good care of Minister Zhao?" Feng Qingchen smiled gently, but Princess Anping and the other female officials felt cold all over.

They knew very well what Feng Qingchen meant by care.

"Feng Qingchen, you... stop talking nonsense. Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the ability to command the officials in the northwest? You are just like us, a gift sent to Beiling." Female official Zhao was a little timid, but she was already in a difficult situation.

Feng Qingchen hadn't met a noble lady who dared to challenge her in public for a long time. She knew that the noble ladies in Dongling didn't like her, but no one dared to insult her in public. At most, they would say a few words behind her back. This lady official Zhao really had no brains.

Feng Qingchen shook her head and looked at the other person sympathetically: "Minister Zhao is really unlucky to have a daughter like you. She has accomplished more than she has accomplished. Lady Zhao, do you think you are still the daughter of an official appointed by the court?"

"I am a female official just like you." Female official Zhao insisted on this point, as if only in this way could she compete with Feng Qingchen.

What are you fighting for? Fighting for the favor of the Ninth Prince?

How naive this child is.

Feng Qingchen shook her head and clapped her hands, and two soldiers came in: "Miss Feng."

"This female official is not in a clear mind. Send her to sober up." Feng Qingchen glanced at everyone coldly. Except for Princess Anping, everyone else dodged and did not dare to look at Feng Qingchen.

A guilty conscience.

"Feng Qingchen, how dare you. You are a female official and I am also a female official. What qualifications do you have to order them to touch me?" Female official Zhao's face turned pale and she shouted desperately. Feng Qingchen waved her hand, signaling the two soldiers to quickly pull the person out.

It's so noisy.

The two soldiers did not dare to delay and quickly dragged the man out. The door curtain was opened and a gust of cold wind blew in. Everyone shivered and their faces turned pale.

I don’t know if it’s because of the cold or because of fear.

"Hello, Lady Feng." There were a few timid ones whose legs went weak and they looked like they were about to kneel down at any time.

"Hello, ladies." Feng Qingchen nodded to everyone, looking natural as if nothing had just happened.

"Princess, it's getting late. Qingchen will not disturb you from having breakfast. All the female officials must serve the princess well. If you displease her, you will end up like the guy outside." She originally wanted to get in touch with her colleagues and have breakfast together, but she didn't expect to encounter something like this.

Forget it, I’ll go have breakfast by myself.

Feng Qingchen walked out, and the door curtain moved again. Everyone shuddered again: "Princess, she, she, she..."

"I reminded you not to mess with her. What? You don't take me seriously. Now that something's wrong, you want me to stand up for you?" Princess Anping looked at everyone with disdain.

It was good that she gave in to Feng Qingchen, but that didn't mean she would give in to these female officials who came with the dowry. They were just descendants of criminal officials, so what? She didn't have the support of her mother and brother, so what? She was still the princess of Dongling, a hundred times more noble than these people.

Princess Anping dined alone. The female officials stood where they were and no one dared to move.

The Ninth Prince was still nowhere to be seen, and Feng Qingchen did not go to inquire. After breakfast, she went to find the military doctors and went to the infirmary with them to treat the injured and sick soldiers.

Feng Qingchen's arrival surprised all the soldiers. Those soldiers who knew Feng Qingchen's medical skills were all excited: "Miss Feng, we didn't expect you to come and treat us. We came here..." "You don't care about us when the military doctor is here."

"The military doctors are too busy, I'm here to help." There are only six military doctors for an army of hundreds of thousands, and these military doctors are almost always busy every day.

Feng Qingchen had worked as a military doctor for a period of time, so he naturally knew how hard it was to be a military doctor under such high-intensity work.

"Miss Feng, you are such a good person. You don't look down on us soldiers." A 15-year-old boy touched his head and smiled shyly.

"I still remember that last year, Miss Feng and Dr. Sun donated medicine to save people in the capital. If it weren't for Miss Feng and Dr. Sun, I don't know how many more people would have died."

"You said Miss Feng is such a good person, why would the emperor send Miss Feng to Beiling? Does the emperor want Miss Feng to heal the people of Beiling?"

"Is the emperor getting senile? He doesn't care about the people of Dongling, but what does he care about the people of Beiling?"

When the Ninth Prince came to look for someone, he saw Feng Qingchen, dressed in cloth and sweating profusely, walking back and forth among the wounded soldiers. The full box of medicine was getting less and less, and Feng Qingchen didn't hear a word the wounded soldiers said.

The Ninth Prince did not go in to disturb them, but stood outside the tent, silently looking at Feng Qingchen with gentle eyes. A patrolling soldier saw them and came forward to salute them, but was sent away by the Ninth Prince.

If this moment could last forever, how wonderful it would be. He would like to wait for Feng Qingchen every day, and then go home together, back to their home!

Unfortunately, people have already arrived from Beiling, and they will enter Beiling tomorrow. This trip... is hard to predict whether it will be good or bad!