A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: Abandoned Concubine The Emperor's Phoenix: Abandoned Concubine Volume 1 1915 Return to Beijing, Need to Talk

As expected, Feng Qingchen did not get an accurate answer. She felt disappointed but also somewhat relieved. She was very conflicted now. She wanted to know whether the rumor was true, but she was also afraid that it was true.

If the Ninth Prince's mother was really a princess from the previous dynasty, did the Ninth Prince know about it? How many things did the Ninth Prince hide from her?

Is the relationship between the Ninth Prince and Liancheng not as simple as it seems?

And Lan Jiuqing, is Lan Jiuqing another identity of the Ninth Prince, or is he the Ninth Prince's cousin? Both seem possible and reasonable.

Feng Qingchen seemed to be trapped in a vicious circle at this moment and couldn't get out. She desperately wanted to get a positive answer, but was afraid that this answer would make her disappointed in the Ninth Uncle. This kind of indecisive emotion had not appeared in Feng Qingchen for a long time.

Wang Jinling noticed that Feng Qingchen was not right, and fearing that she would overthink things, he quickly said: "Qingchen, it's useless to rack your brains for this kind of thing, don't bother yourself, just ask the Ninth Uncle about this. In seven days, the Ninth Uncle will return to the capital, and you can just ask him directly then. By the way... Didn't the Grand Empress Dowager want to see you? You can also ask her."

Wang Jinling didn't mind causing some trouble for the Ninth Uncle. He had already done what he promised the Ninth Uncle. It didn't violate his principles to cause trouble for the Ninth Uncle.

"This is the only way." Feng Qingchen didn't want the two of them to have misunderstandings because of suspicion, so she really needed to talk to the Ninth Uncle.

"Well, do you want to meet the Empress Dowager tomorrow?" Wang Jinling secretly breathed a sigh of relief and brought up the forgotten business again.

Feng Qingchen shook his head without thinking: "No. Tell the Grand Empress Dowager directly that the Ninth Prince will be back soon. If there is anything, let the Grand Empress Dowager talk to her son directly."

The last time they met, Madam Min sent Empress Dowager Xie away and tried to seduce her.

Madam Min said that the Ninth Prince was not as simple as he seemed. He lied to her and asked her if she wanted to know.

Of course, this requires her to pay a little price.

Feng Qingchen knew that since Madam Min dared to say so, there must be such a thing. However, she was not a curious person, and she also knew that Madam Min did this to destroy the relationship or trust between her and the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen believed that even if the Ninth Prince really hid something from her, he would not harm her. Even if she was curious, she would not do as Madam Min wished. Feng Qingchen rejected Madam Min on the spot and told her not to worry, as she and the Ninth Prince would handle the matter themselves.

Feng Qingchen didn't take this matter to heart at all, but when it was later revealed that Madam Min might be a princess of the previous dynasty, Feng Qingchen had to think more about it.

Was the relationship between the Ninth Prince and her a coincidence or a premeditated conspiracy?

It was indeed she who took the initiative to pester the Ninth Prince, but if the Ninth Prince had not provoked her first, she would never have had the chance to get close to him. You know, at that time, she was just an orphan with nothing, while the Ninth Prince was an iron-blooded prince who was second only to the emperor and above everyone else. The two of them would never have had any intersection.

If it was a conspiracy from the beginning, then what else was there between her and the Ninth Prince?

The more Feng Qingchen thought about it, the more scared she became. She was almost in self-denial. If Wang Jinling hadn't arrived in time and allowed Feng Qingchen to temporarily let go of this knot in her heart, maybe when the Ninth Prince returned to the court, Feng Qingchen would have gone hysterically to question the Ninth Prince, and then they would have parted unhappily...

The weather in winter is always cold and gloomy, but the day when the Ninth Prince returned to the court was a rare sunny day. Feng Qingchen was still wondering why the heavens gave face to the Ninth Prince as soon as he came back. Later, he learned that the day and time when the Ninth Prince returned to the capital were calculated by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, and it was definitely a good day.

On the day when the Ninth Prince entered the capital, almost all the people in the capital came out, crowding both sides of the road. Wang Jinling had reserved a seat for Feng Qingchen in advance. Feng Qingchen went there and stood at the window of the private room, watching the Ninth Prince riding a war horse and leading the army into the city majestically...

The streets were crowded with common people, and everyone had a smile on their face. When the Ninth Prince appeared, a deafening shout resounded through the sky: "Long live the Regent!"

"Dongling will win, and the Regent will win."

The scene was extremely lively. The onlookers were full of energy, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Even the fools shouted until they were hoarse, but they still refused to stop. The soldiers who maintained law and order were also proud and had fanatical admiration in their eyes...

At this moment, the Ninth Prince is the king!

This day belongs to the Ninth Uncle.

On this day, all people saw were the iron-blooded soldiers who defended their country with their flesh and blood on the battlefield.

Even Feng Qingchen couldn't help but feel his blood boiling. The gloom between his brows disappeared and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

No matter why the Ninth Prince fought, no matter why he went to the front line, it was an indisputable fact that he led the soldiers of Dongling to resist the invasion of Beiling.

This is the honor that belongs to the Ninth Uncle!

As the Ninth Prince Uncle got closer, Feng Qingchen could see the expression on the Ninth Prince Uncle's face, from only a shadow at first.

He became darker and thinner... but more energetic. The armor he wore made the Ninth Prince look even more majestic.

Sure enough, experience on the battlefield will make a man more attractive. Even sitting on the horse without saying a word, the Ninth Prince is still so charming.

"Okay, stop looking. If you keep looking... he won't be able to see you." In the private room, Doudou lay on the table in a depressed mood, muttering unhappily, "I obviously won the battle and returned triumphantly, but in the end I am not even one-tenth as majestic as the Ninth Prince. It's so unfair."

In order to express his dissatisfaction, Doudou shouted "ah ah ah" twice, but his shouts were completely drowned out by the screams of women on both sides of the street.

"Ahhh... Ninth Uncle, Ninth Uncle smiled at me."

"Oh my god, oh my god...Help me up, I'm about to faint. The Ninth Prince is so handsome, my heart is melting."

"Ahhh... Ninth Uncle is smiling, Ninth Uncle is smiling, look, look, Ninth Uncle is smiling at me again."

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The screams around Feng Qingchen were getting louder and louder. The corners of Feng Qingchen's mouth twitched, and he stood at the window, not knowing whether to go forward or backward.

It turned out that the Ninth Prince had spotted Feng Qingchen's figure and looked towards her. Their eyes met across the crowd... Seeing Feng Qingchen's dazed look, the Ninth Prince's lips curled up into a very faint smile. This smile was so extraordinary that it caused a sensation in the whole street.

You know, not many people are lucky enough to see the Ninth Prince laugh. This laugh of the Ninth Prince shocked the people on both sides and the ladies in the private rooms. After they reacted, they screamed more exaggeratedly than the other, and the whole street was filled with the excited screams of women.

Doudou was envious and jealous: "It's just a smile, why are these people so angry? I don't look worse than the Ninth Prince."

"Not bad." Feng Qingchen turned around and looked Doudou up and down: "But you are not Dong Lingjiu. These people screamed more because of his identity as the regent, General Ouyang."

Feng Qingchen patted Doudou on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Keep going, young man!"

Leaving Doudou dumbfounded, Feng Qingchen left gracefully...

She and the Ninth Uncle need to talk!