1999 Rain cannot fall from the sky, and water cannot be collected again.

Qingchen, what happened?

The Valley Master didn't dare to ask. Wang Jinling had a vague guess but didn't plan to say it. The Ninth Prince knew everything in his heart, but he wouldn't say it. Everyone in the room was silent. Everyone was frightened by Feng Qingchen's distant attitude.

Is Qingchen trying to draw a clear line between himself and the Valley Master?

For a moment, everyone was silent. Even the Valley Master lost his composure and pointed at Feng Qingchen and yelled, "Feng Qingchen, what do you mean? Tell me clearly, how did I offend you? You are always being sarcastic to the Ninth Prince, that's just the relationship between the two of you, we outsiders can't control it. But how did I offend you? You have been in Xuanyi Valley for three months, and I have been treating you well every day. Do you really have to be so disrespectful to me? Is it that serious?"

"I am sorry for being rude. Please forgive me, Valley Master." Feng Qingchen bowed respectfully to the Valley Master. His attitude was so upright that he completely frightened the Valley Master.

How could he dare to accept Feng Qingchen's gift? The Valley Master quickly stepped aside, his whole body wilted, no longer as majestic as before, and said pitifully: "Qingchen, what's wrong with you? You are very abnormal, is it because you are pregnant that your temperament has changed drastically?"

"Valley Master, you worry too much. I'm fine." Feng Qingchen smiled calmly and said nothing more. He only said to Sun Sixing, "Sixing, go pack up and see if there is anything you need to take. Once you've packed up, we should leave."

Sun Sixing was just a simple-minded person, not stupid. He knew at a glance that these people had something to say. He looked at Feng Qingchen with concern, and at Feng Qingchen's signal, he obediently went downstairs to pack his things.

Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji looked at each other and knew that what happened here had nothing to do with them. They said goodbye to Feng Qingchen and left. Wang Jinling was not such a gossipy person. He would not pry into Feng Qingchen's private affairs under the banner of caring about Qingchen. He left after saying, "Call me if you have anything."

The bustling flower hall suddenly became quiet. Only the Ninth Uncle, the Valley Master, and Feng Qingchen were in the flower hall.

"Qingchen, what's going on? You had a quarrel with the Ninth Uncle, why did you bother to provoke me?" Fortunately, the Valley Master had a good temper. He was able to laugh even when treated coldly by Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen did not explain much, and only said three words: "Lan Jiuqing."

"Ah...what? You, you knew?" The Valley Master's face turned pale, all his grievances and dissatisfaction disappeared, and now only full of uneasiness and frustration remained.

In comparison, the Ninth Prince was very calm and didn't even blink.

"I should have known this earlier, right?" Feng Qingchen laughed at herself, "As a doctor, I am a failure. Likewise, as a woman, I am also a failure. Now, I don't want to be a failed mother."

After Feng Qingchen finished speaking, he bowed and said, "Thank you for your care during this period, Master. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out. When he passed by the Ninth Emperor's uncle, he was grabbed by the Ninth Emperor's uncle. Regardless of the Valley Master's presence, the Ninth Emperor's uncle asked directly: "Qingchen, you promised me that you would always stay with me even if I lied to you."

"I also said that if you betray me, I will leave you, forever." Feng Qingchen turned around and met the eyes of the Ninth Uncle...

The Ninth Prince spoke with difficulty: "This king has not let you down, on the Cliff of Destiny..."

"No need to explain." What Feng Qingchen didn't want to hear the most was the matter of Tianming Cliff. On Tianming Cliff, Su Wenqing died, and her heart died too. She felt a dull pain when she mentioned her.

"Ninth Uncle, even if you didn't betray me, what about Lan Jiuqing? I was the one who saved your fiancée with my own hands. I really want to know what kind of mood you were in when you asked me, whose hand was injured, to save Qin Baoer." Many things will not seem to matter if you don't think about them, but when you think about them carefully, your heart can't stop aching.

"When you felt sorry for Qin Bao'er, did you ever think of me?" Feng Qingchen's voice was very soft, so ethereal that it was hard to grasp. Without waiting for the Ninth Prince to speak, she continued, "I kept telling myself not to argue with you like a shrew, and not to criticize you like a complaining woman, but you just wouldn't let me go. I've already said that I don't hate you, and I don't blame you, what else do you want?"

"Marry me." There is no point in regretting. The Ninth Prince just wants to grasp the present and the future.

"Hehe..." Feng Qingchen chuckled: "Do you think it's possible? Lan Jiuqing."

"Qingchen, I have no choice. You can punish me in any way you want, just don't be so cold." The Ninth Prince was getting more and more annoyed. He had hoped that Feng Qingchen could be more rational, but now...

He would rather Feng Qingchen acted on her emotions and cried and yelled at him than treat him like a stranger. He had no idea where to start with Feng Qingchen's method.

"Punishment? No amount of punishment can erase the pain in my heart. Rain cannot fall from the sky, and water cannot be collected again. Whether you are the Ninth Prince of Dongling or Lan Jiuqing of the previous dynasty, it has nothing to do with me." Feng Qingchen refused to accept the Ninth Prince's show of weakness, pulled out his hand, and walked out.

At the moment of turning around, Feng Qingchen raised her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled brilliantly...

Some people, if you can't wait for them, you can only leave; some feelings, if you can't get them, you can only give up; some pasts, whether happy or sad, can only be forgotten; some hopes, about the present and the future, can only be irrelevant.

Outside the house, Wang Jinling, Guo Baoji and others were waiting for her. When they saw Feng Qingchen coming out, they all came up to ask, "Qingchen, are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Stretch out your hand and I'll take your pulse."

Feng Qingchen is a pregnant woman, and they are all worried that the quarrel inside will affect Feng Qingchen's mood.

"No need, I'm fine." Feng Qingchen smiled at Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji. His attitude was the same as before, which made Guo Baoji and Chi Lianshui breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Feng Qingchen was not trying to draw a line between themselves and them, but that the Valley Master had done something to offend Feng Qingchen. They knew Feng Qingchen's character very well, and that he was definitely not someone who made trouble for no reason, and he would not vent his anger on them because of the Valley Master's affairs.

"I'll go pack my things. If nothing unexpected happens, we'll leave in the afternoon." Feng Qingchen tactfully suggested leaving first. Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji would of course not keep them. Wang Jinling was worried about Feng Qingchen and said he wanted to help Feng Qingchen pack, but was also rejected by Feng Qingchen.

She didn't need Wang Jinling to talk to her about her broken heart. She knew very well that the more it was at this time, the more she couldn't get too close to Wang Jinling, so as not to give Wang Jinling and others the wrong hints.

Feng Qingchen didn't have much stuff, so she packed it in half an hour. Wang Jinling had already arranged the carriage, and Feng Jin, Wen Hang and Si Xing were waiting in the carriage. When Feng Qingchen came over, Zuo An and Ling Mo were already sitting on the horseback, and they could set off as soon as Feng Qingchen came.

"Let's go." Feng Qingchen glanced at Xuanyi Valley, turned around and got on the carriage.

"Don't... wait?" Wang Jinling sighed softly, thinking that the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen were the two most troublesome people in the world. They could quarrel so quietly and yet mobilize so many troops, making it difficult for them to make peace.

"What are you waiting for?" Feng Qingchen asked knowingly. Wang Jinling looked up at the sky silently...

Forget it. It’s not human to be a good person. It’s better for him not to care. Anyway, he is happy to see the Ninth Prince being humiliated.