1635 Transactions, the past that makes people hate

The Ninth Prince placed the retired emperor in the largest and most exquisite palace in the harem, which was the palace where the empress originally lived, but it has now been renamed Chonghua Palace.

Standing at the palace gate, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar palace in front of him, Feng Qingchen's eyes suddenly turned red, and crystal tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

This palace was a thorn in her heart. She would never forget how embarrassed and scared she was when she first entered the palace.

At that time, she was naked, shivering, kneeling outside the Queen's palace, worse than an ant.

At that time, in order to survive, she was willing to fight with Dongling Ziluo and even get her head broken and bloody, just to survive.

At that time, she walked home barefoot, with tears in her eyes, leaving blood stains with every step.

At that time, her life was so hard, so humble, and she had no self at all.

At that time, she huddled cautiously in her own home, hoping only to survive in peace, but the family living in the palace refused to let her go.

The Queen, Princess Anping, Prince Luo, and even the Emperor. Each of them was high and mighty, manipulating her life and death at will, treating her like a clown, and taking pleasure in watching her get hurt and humiliated.

She would never forget those people sitting high up in the stands, treating her like a slave in animal fights, forcing her to fight a mad horse like a slave girl in order to survive, watching her being thrown off the horse, watching her bloody and half dead.

In the past, she had so much resentment and hatred in her heart, but she could do nothing because the other party was a member of the high and mighty royal family and she was just a humble orphan. But what about now?

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't look down on the poor young. I, Feng Qingchen, will not be down and out for the rest of my life..." Feng Qingchen sobbed, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at the gray sky, and asked: "Your Majesty, Queen, Prince Luo, Prince Lei, Princess Yaohua, do you regret not killing me?"

The eunuchs behind him were frightened, and the guards on both sides also looked at Feng Qingchen secretly, but no one dared to step forward to disturb Feng Qingchen, let alone look at her directly. They could only take a sneak peek with the corner of their eyes and wondered in their hearts, why is this most noble girl in Dongling crying?

Yes, the most noble girl in Dongling. Even the Queen Mother has to avoid her.

Of course, no one answered Feng Qingchen's question, and she had never thought about getting an answer. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. She understood this principle. Compared with King Luo and the others, she, Feng Qingchen, was the winner, so she was qualified to stand here and say such words.

Feng Qingchen withdrew his gaze and glanced at the guards who were lowering their heads and pretending not to exist, and smiled silently.

In Dongling, or even in the Jiuzhou Continent, no one dared to spit at her or trample on her. She could live with her back straight and proud.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Qingchen smiled calmly, straightened his robes, and said to the eunuch behind him, "Why don't you go in and report?"

"Yes, yes." The young eunuch was startled and ran in two steps at a time. Not long after, a senior eunuch came out and saluted Feng Qingchen: "Miss Feng, the emperor is waiting for you."

Feng Qingchen nodded and walked inside. Wherever he went, the palace servants all lowered their heads silently, not daring to look directly at him.

This is the benefit of power, whether it is genuine or fake, at least she doesn't have to be bullied anymore.

The furnishings in the palace were different from before. They were less feminine and more majestic. They looked rich yet noble. They were in no way inferior to the emperor's bedroom, and even several times more luxurious than the emperor's bedroom.

The Ninth Prince would never treat the Emperor Emeritus and the Emperor harshly in public. He would give these two people the best of everything, as he didn't lack those things anyway.

Thinking of the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen narrowed her eyes and smiled. A hint of warmth flashed in her eyes, and her whole body softened a lot. When Feng Qingchen reacted, she found that the retired emperor was lying on the bed, staring at her.

Those eyes did not become cloudy or dull because of being paralyzed in bed; those eyes were still sharp and majestic, just like when he was emperor.

Seeing the emperor like this, Feng Qingchen touched his forehead unconsciously. At that time, the emperor could break his head if he was unhappy with just a memorial.

But now he couldn't do it, the era of the emperor was over. Feng Qingchen put away the silly smile on her face, bowed calmly and said: "Your servant greets the emperor."

"..." The emperor did not speak, still staring at Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen did not need anyone to call her, and stood up spontaneously: "Your servant forgot that the emperor cannot speak."

These words were like a sword, piercing the heart of the retired emperor. The retired emperor pointed at Feng Qingchen, his fingers trembling constantly. He screamed "ah ah", but he could not utter a single word. When he opened his mouth, saliva flowed uncontrollably, and his chest was soon wet.

A hint of shame and anger flashed across the retired emperor's eyes, and he closed his eyes, unwilling to look at anyone again.

Not to mention the powerful figure of the Emperor, even ordinary people could not accept themselves becoming like this. Feng Qingchen could understand the Emperor's feelings at this moment, but she had no intention of healing him.

The emperor emeritus was not her patient, but her enemy.

The eunuch hurried forward, removed the cloth collar hanging on the emperor's chest, and replaced it with a new one, while carefully wiping the saliva from the corner of the emperor's mouth.

Seeing the emperor like this, a trace of pity flashed in Feng Qingchen's eyes.

No matter how noble and scheming you are, once you lose your health, you can only lie in bed and wait for death like an ordinary person.

God is unfair, but also fair. No matter how powerful you are, you cannot escape birth, aging, sickness and death; no matter how high your status is, when you are sick you can only lie in bed and let others do whatever they want.

The emperor drooled for a long time, and finally calmed down. He held the eunuch's hand and moved his mouth. The eunuch hurried forward to listen. After a while, he nodded and turned to Feng Qingchen and said, "Miss Feng, the emperor said that if you want to know who assassinated you that day, you must show corresponding sincerity."

"Sincerity? What does the Emperor want from me in exchange?" Feng Qingchen knew that the Emperor had no choice but to show weakness to her.

The emperor said something, but Feng Qingchen didn't understand. However, the eunuch understood and continued to convey the emperor's message: "Miss Feng, the emperor wants you to cure his illness."

Cure disease?

Feng Qingchen glanced at the retired emperor. Facing each other from all sides, she did not see the expectation and eagerness in the retired emperor's eyes, so she knew that this was not the retired emperor's true intention.

What the retired emperor did was just to first throw out a high condition to embarrass her, and then lower the condition to make her feel that she got a good deal.

Feng Qingchen had seen this kind of negotiation tactics many times, so she replied calmly, "This disease cannot be cured by me."

Even if she could cure it, she wouldn't be able to cure it. For today, she, Guo Baoji, and the Valley Master had spent so much effort, how could she possibly destroy her own efforts.

Sure enough, Feng Qingchen's guess was not wrong at all. The emperor was not disappointed when he heard Feng Qingchen's answer, but continued to let the eunuch pass on the message.

This time, it was the true intention of the emperor. The eunuch who delivered the message nodded while listening, and when he turned to look at Feng Qingchen, his face was serious...