1847 Jealousy is a disease that needs to be treated

Why did the Ninth Prince travel all the way to Xiling at such a speed?

Of course, it was for Feng Qingchen, to confirm Feng Qingchen's feelings, but...

As a man who was extremely sultry and introverted and not good at expressing himself, even if this was the real reason, the Ninth Prince could not say it. Besides, even if the Ninth Prince said it, Feng Qingchen would just think that the Ninth Prince was joking and would not believe it at all.

The Ninth Prince was well aware of his image and picked the most appropriate reason: "This king has an appointment with Tianyu."

The whole thing started because of Xiling Tianyu. The Ninth Prince was absolutely right to push Xiling Tianyu forward.

"Oh..." Feng Qingchen nodded in understanding, a trace of loss flashed across his eyes. When the Ninth Prince looked up, he caught it. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the howl of the snow wolf.

What a pity... I finally wanted to act impulsively, but I met Cheng Yaojin.

The Ninth Prince sighed secretly, kicked the Snow Wolf, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and took a few breaths.

There is no atmosphere for talking now, so it is useless for him to regret. He might as well rest up and deal with what happens next.

The frost on his face and the smell that even wolves hate are enough to prove how hard it was for the Ninth Prince to come all the way here. Feng Qingchen looked distressed, stepped forward, and gently woke the Ninth Prince up: "Go to bed."

"Dirty." The Ninth Prince did not move. If he had not been extremely tired, he would not have been able to stand the way he looked now.

"Take off your coat and I'll wipe it for you." There was no servant in the courtyard, so Xia Wan and Chun Hui didn't dare to get close. Only Feng Qingchen served personally.

"Um."

A low and hoarse voice slipped into his ears, and Feng Qingchen's heart couldn't help but tremble, and his heart was beating fast.

This sound is so enchanting.

Feng Qingchen felt extremely ashamed and turned her head away in embarrassment. She did not see the fleeting smile on the corner of Ninth Prince's mouth, nor the undisguised pride in his eyes.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince's masculine vanity was satisfied.

Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Emperor's uncle was very tired, so she wiped him gently and said carefully beside him, "Rest assured, I'll go to the kitchen to check."

There were no clothes prepared for the Ninth Uncle. Xia Wan and Chun Hui were sewing clothes for him overnight, so they naturally had no time to go to the kitchen to prepare food for him.

"Hmm." Another light response. The Ninth Prince breathed lightly into Feng Qingchen's ear without leaving any trace, and the hot air rushed straight to Feng Qingchen's neck.

This time it wasn't just my heart that was shaking, but my whole body was shaking and my heart was beating like a deer.

Accident or coincidence?

Feng Qingchen raised his head and glanced at the Ninth Uncle. Noting that he had a blank expression on his face, she thought to herself that she was being too suspicious. It was probably because she hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him too much.

Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and ran out as if escaping.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would not be able to control herself and would pounce on the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen ran too fast and did not hear the Ninth Prince's suppressed smirk...

It was impossible to hide the presence of a grown man in the room from outsiders.

"Miss Feng, there were some unusual movements nearby just now. You should pay more attention." Prince Duan's guards had received hints from their superiors in advance that their mission was to protect Feng Qingchen. As long as they could ensure that Feng Qingchen was safe, they could turn a blind eye to everything else.

Therefore, even though Prince Duan's guards knew that something was wrong in the courtyard, they had no intention of going in to search.

"Thank you. Please tell Prince Duan for me. I appreciate Prince Duan's kindness. If Prince Duan wants to take the young master to visit Dongling someday, I will prepare a bed for him."

"Uh..." The guard didn't dare to respond.

When a prince of a country takes his crown prince to another country, it is definitely not a trip, but a journey of fleeing and seeking political asylum.

Miss Feng, are you sure you mean well?

After staying up for three days and three nights and only sleeping for half a night, the Ninth Prince regained his energy. There was no sign of fatigue or aftereffects of staying up late at all. Feng Qingchen was extremely jealous.

In her two lifetimes, she has never had a physique as good as that of the Ninth Prince.

The clothes on the Ninth Prince's body were made by Xia Wan and Chun Hui overnight, so the stitching was definitely not as fine as usual. The Ninth Prince frowned in dissatisfaction, and the fact that the clothes were stained with someone else's scent made the Ninth Prince in a bad mood early in the morning.

"Just bear with it for one day. I'll make you new clothes today and have them wash them before you wear them." This damn cleanliness obsession is really confusing. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but wonder, how would the Ninth Prince survive if he was born in a poor family?

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince responded without any hesitation. Feng Qingchen heard it and felt that he had thought too much last night and missed the Ninth Prince too much. Therefore, he was particularly sensitive to the Ninth Prince's voice and breath.

The bad mood of the Ninth Prince improved a lot after eating the millet porridge that had been cooked all night. Even when Feng Jin saw him and his face immediately darkened, he called out in a muffled voice, "Hello, Ninth Prince," and turned around and asked Feng Qingchen in a low voice why he was here, the Ninth Prince did not say anything and just pretended not to hear.

"Sister, hug me..." As soon as Feng Jin saw the Ninth Uncle, she automatically entered the mode of competing for favor, acting coquettishly and cutely. As long as she could attract Feng Qingchen's attention, Feng Jin didn't care whether she was embarrassed or not.

"Sister, hey..." Feng Jin opened his mouth, leaned in Feng Qingchen's arms, and looked at the Ninth Uncle with his little eyes, showing off.

The Ninth Prince’s good mood disappeared in an instant.

This naughty child is really unpleasant. No wonder the princess doesn't like him.

The breakfast ended with Feng Jin's various cute attempts to please him and the Ninth Prince's various expressions of dissatisfaction and helplessness. When Xia Wan came in to collect the dishes, she stood on tiptoe for fear of accidentally stepping on a landmine.

After breakfast, the Ninth Prince wanted to send Feng Jin away and talk to Feng Qingchen alone, but Feng Jin once again showed his naughty nature and nestled in Feng Qingchen's arms and hummed.

There was no other way. In order to compete for favor with the Ninth Prince, Feng Jin accidentally ate too much and now his stomach was very bloated. Feng Qingchen had no choice but to rub it for him.

"Feng Jin has been feeling unwell recently, so it's inevitable that he's a little bit pampered." The low pressure on the Ninth Prince was too obvious, and Feng Qingchen couldn't pretend not to know, so she could only explain hesitantly.

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince responded coldly. His voice was chilling to the heart, sweeping away the summer heat.

He rushed here overnight, not to glare at Feng Qingchen. The little brat had no vision at all. I don’t know how Zuo An raised him. He will give him a good beating later...

Outside the house, Zuo An shivered, pulled his coat closer, and looked up at the sky in confusion: It was such a bright sun, why did he suddenly feel cold? Was he sick?

Zuo An reached out and touched his forehead: it seemed to be hotter than usual, and he looked unwell. He turned back to ask Feng Qingchen for some medicine.

He is now a man with a family to support, and he can't bear his illness as before, he has to get treatment!

A word to readers: I was so anxious to finish the chapter that I woke up less than 20 minutes after I finished lying down. I will finish the next chapter after I finish it. I will try to finish it before 5 o'clock.