A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine ... Volume 1 1916 Talk about it, the Ninth Emperor's Uncle reminded me

The Ninth Prince had just returned to the capital, so he was naturally very busy. However, no matter how busy he was, he would leave the palace at night. After Feng Qingchen came out of the teahouse, she went to the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Feng Qingchen doesn't want to be told things like "The king won't attend court early in the morning from now on" again. She has no interest in being a witch that brings disaster to the country.

"Master, the young lady is waiting for you in the palace." The Ninth Prince had just finished talking to a group of ministers and had not had time to change out of his armor when a palace servant took advantage of the opportunity to step forward and report Feng Qingchen's movements.

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince responded. Although there was no extra expression on his face, the palace servant knew that the Ninth Prince was in a very good mood.

Sure enough, the Ninth Prince gave a few key points and then went straight back to his palace, leaving behind a group of ministers who were discussing how to celebrate the success.

"Your Highness, Miss Feng is in the room. Judging from her expression, she seems to be worried." The butler stepped forward, took the helmet from the Ninth Prince's hand, and quietly told the Ninth Prince what he had observed.

"Yes. I want to take a bath." The Ninth Prince seemed not to have heard it, and he took steps without any hesitation.

The housekeeper knew that the Ninth Prince had a countermeasure, so he said no more. While the Ninth Prince was bathing, he ordered the kitchen to prepare midnight snacks and hot water in case of emergency.

As a good housekeeper, you must be good at observing people's words and expressions and make all preparations in advance. The prince has been in the army for more than two months and must be feeling suffocated.

Perhaps it was a habit he developed in the army during the past two months, the Ninth Prince bathed more than twice as fast as usual, and walked out with his hair only half dry.

The Ninth Prince was not afraid of the cold. He was only wearing a thin inner garment, with his long, wet hair hanging down behind him. He just pushed open the door.

Feng Qingchen was leaning against the head of the bed reading a book. When she heard the noise, she looked up suddenly. It was rare for her to see the Ninth Prince in such a dishevelled state. Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment before she reacted.

"You're wearing so little, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Feng Qingchen forgot what he wanted to ask, and hurriedly got out of bed and took the Ninth Prince's hand: "Sure enough, your hands are cold, and your hair is wet."

Feng Qingchen frowned slightly, looking worried: "Why didn't you ask the servants to serve you?"

"Not used to it." The Ninth Prince allowed Feng Qingchen to pull him in, and at Feng Qingchen's signal, he sat down obediently. Where Feng Qingchen couldn't see, his deep eyes flickered with full of smiles.

"Don't joke about your body even if you're not used to it." Feng Qingchen took a thick cloak and put it on the Ninth Prince's body, then took a clean towel and twisted his hair.

The Ninth Prince did not move, allowing Feng Qingchen to do whatever he wanted. When his hair was almost dry, the Ninth Prince leaned his head back and rested it on Feng Qingchen's abdomen. Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, but did not move at all the next second, and the movements of his hands became gentler.

She knew that the man was tired.

The Ninth Prince seemed to be enjoying it. He closed his eyes and said slowly and quietly, "In the army, there is no time or energy for these things. I always fall asleep covered in blood and wake up covered in blood."

"Was this battle very difficult?" Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Prince's thin face with heartache, and his dissatisfaction with the Ninth Prince also subsided a little.

Even the most rational woman cannot help but be emotional when facing the man she loves.

"Well... the people of Beiling are good at fighting, and the strength of both sides is equal. No one held back and fought to the death." Because he was on the battlefield, the people of Beiling wanted to capture him alive or kill him, so they were more courageous than usual.

This battle was extremely difficult.

"I almost thought that I would not see you again." This was not an exaggeration. On the battlefield, swords and spears are blind, and the Ninth Prince is not the kind of person who can only sit in the back and give orders. The Ninth Prince is just like the soldiers in the army, leading the charge and even fighting harder than ordinary soldiers.

He is the regent who leads the army in person, and he represents Dongling. He cannot lose, nor can he be weak.

"Are you injured?" Feng Qingchen was startled and quickly threw away the towel in his hand, preparing to undress Uncle Jiu, but Uncle Jiu held him back and said, "No, I was just ambushed."

Finally, he fought his way out alone, with corpses all under his feet and a sea of ​​blood in front of his eyes, which made him think for a moment that he had returned to the mass grave.

"As long as you're not injured or in trouble, that's good." Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Uncle Nine from behind: "In the future, try not to go to the battlefield in person."

"No." He was not a general, so there was no need for him to lead troops in and out every day. This battle was enough for him to intimidate other countries, and Beiling would not dare to send troops again in the short term.

"I will never let you worry again." The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen in his arms and coaxed her like a child: "It will be over soon."

Feng Qingchen nodded and lay in the arms of the Ninth Prince without saying a word. The Ninth Prince did not move either, and the room was completely silent.

After a moment, Feng Qingchen rubbed her head against the Ninth Prince's arms and said in a low but firm voice: "Ninth Prince, can we talk?" Some things cannot be solved by avoiding them. If she doesn't make it clear, this matter will always be a knot in her heart. Whenever she thinks of it, she can't help but doubt it.

"What to talk about? Those rumors outside? Don't worry, everything is under my control." The Ninth Prince was well prepared and naturally was not worried about Feng Qingchen asking.

Before planning this matter, the Ninth Prince had thought of various possibilities. It was inevitable that Feng Qingchen would be suspicious and ask questions.

"Those rumors were spread by me."

"I knew it was you." Feng Qingchen was not surprised to hear the news, but asked curiously: "Is everything now as you expected?" She wanted to know whether the Ninth Prince had thought that the situation would turn out like this when he was planning this?

"It's under control." The Ninth Prince had never thought that everything would develop as he expected. As long as he could control the overall situation, as for the rest... the Ninth Prince didn't care.

"So, is the rumor that your mother was a princess of the previous dynasty true or false?" Feng Qingchen spoke slowly, word by word.

"She told me herself that she was a princess of the previous dynasty." The Ninth Prince spoke slowly, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy that made people want to give him some comfort.

The Ninth Prince's words were extremely misleading.

Madam Min faked her death when the Ninth Prince was born, so it was impossible for her to know about Madam Min. Madam Min only appeared not long ago and recognized the Ninth Prince. If we understand it literally, the Ninth Prince only learned about this from Madam Min recently.

As to whether it is true or not, this is not a question that the Ninth Prince can answer, but it is obvious that the Ninth Prince does not care about this, so he throws this matter out without any hesitation.

"Madam Min... is she really a princess from the previous dynasty?" Feng Qingchen jumped up from the Ninth Uncle and looked at him without blinking.

The Ninth Prince did not say anything, but just looked at Feng Qingchen quietly with a calm expression, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Feng Qingchen's mind was working rapidly, and he thought about this matter clearly without the Ninth Uncle saying anything more. At the same time, he was also certain of one thing, that is, Madam Min was indeed a princess of the previous dynasty, because...

The Ninth Prince reminded her.