307 Disfigured, crying children get candy

The wound was dripping with blood, but Feng Qingchen was stubborn and didn't say a word. However, she was not made of iron after all, and her body began to shake soon.

But even so, Feng Qingchen still didn't say a word, clenched his teeth, and refused to even cry out in pain.

The Ninth Prince sighed again. Well, he was defeated. He was defeated by Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen didn’t care about her body, so how could he care about it?

Placing the palace lantern at his feet, the Ninth Prince took out a snow-white handkerchief and walked forward to wipe the blood off Feng Qingchen's face.

Feng Qingchen tried to avoid him awkwardly, but was forcibly pulled over by the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and was too lazy to even look at the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince's movements were very light, just like a feather gently brushing against the cheek. Feng Qingchen shuddered slightly, and her body tensed. Soon, the Ninth Prince had wiped the blood off Feng Qingchen's face.

The Ninth Prince did not stop there, but continued to wipe the blood off Feng Qingchen's head, wanting to see clearly what the wound on her head was.

The Emperor's blow was too fast and too heavy. The Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen's wound was on the top of his head, but he didn't know how serious it was. He wiped the blood for a long time but couldn't stop it. He was a little anxious and his hands moved faster...

"Hiss..." Feng Qingchen couldn't bear the pain and cried out, cursing in his heart, isn't Ninth Prince here to take revenge?

The Ninth Prince quickly fought back, and seemed to be a little angry, so he tapped Feng Qingchen on the left side of his head: "Idiot, if it hurts, you have to say it out loud."

Even though she was hit by the emperor and her head was covered in blood, she didn't even make a sound. People who didn't know her would think that Feng Qingchen was made of iron.

"Tell it out? What's the use of saying it out? The emperor can't comfort me. Can this wound disappear?" Maybe he was really angry. Feng Qingchen's words were sarcastic. This was only the Ninth Prince. Anyone else would be angry to death.

"Say it out, at least others will know you're in pain and will have more sympathy for you. Only crying children get candy. Being too stubborn is not likable." The Ninth Prince's voice was a little vague. He was clearly looking at Feng Qingchen, but his eyes were unfocused.

If you can cry, scream, and complain, you will be favored, but...

Who are they crying to, who are they yelling to? Feng Qingchen is just like him, an orphan.

"Ninth Prince also knows that crying children get candy, but who should I cry for? Even if I cry to death, the emperor will not pity me at all. Since no one sees my tears, there is no need to cry. Ninth Prince, if you have nothing else to say, Qingchen will take his leave." Feng Qingchen took a step back, slightly increasing the distance between them, bowed, walked past the Ninth Prince, and walked out of the palace.

The Ninth Prince stood still. Feng Qingchen walked past him. The fluttering hem of her skirt slid across the hem of the Ninth Prince's clothes, but Feng Qingchen didn't notice.

The Ninth Prince turned around and saw this scene. He stretched out his hand and stopped Feng Qingchen: "You have a wound on your head. I will ask someone to bandage it for you."

She almost forgot about the important matter. Feng Qingchen always had a way to make people ignore her embarrassment and the injuries on her body. No matter how passive the situation was, Feng Qingchen could always remain calm and composed.

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Ninth Prince. It's not necessary." Feng Qingchen tried to pull her hand back, but Uncle Ninth Prince held it even tighter.

"Your injuries need treatment." It was too dark, and Feng Qingchen's hair was stained with blood again, in patches. He couldn't see clearly where Feng Qingchen was injured, and he always felt uneasy in his heart.

Feng Qingchen stayed indoors to reflect on his mistakes for a month, and he was also very busy during this month and had no time to worry about many things.

"Qingchen is a doctor himself, he will treat this injury himself." The injury is on the top of the head, so the hair in that area must be cut off before cleaning and applying medicine, but the hair and skin on the body are given by our parents and should not be damaged.

If she asked a doctor outside, he would never allow her to do this, so when Feng Qingchen came out, she did not let the eunuch take her to bandage her wound.

"How are you going to deal with the injury on your head? It's settled. Just follow me." After saying that, he did not give Feng Qingchen a chance to refuse and directly took Feng Qingchen to the palace.

"This is my palace, given to me by the late emperor. I have lived here before I came of age, and I still keep it today." The Ninth Prince spoke to himself without caring whether Feng Qingchen wanted to know or not.

“Back then, when I was in the palace, I was taken care of by the prince’s mother. The prince’s mother was a very kind person, but she was not suitable for this palace, so she passed away early.” This was the reason why the Ninth Uncle treated the prince very well.

Feng Qingchen just listened without saying anything. Soon, a palace maid brought warm water and wrung out a towel for Feng Qingchen to wash her face. Normally, the Ninth Prince should have avoided the scene at this time, but he seemed to be unaware and just sat there motionless.

Feng Qingchen knew that no one could change what the Ninth Prince had decided, so she took the handkerchief and wiped the blood off her face and hands.

Feng Qingchen knew that he couldn't leave for a while. Seeing that he was all sticky and the wound on his head needed to be cleaned, he said directly to the Ninth Uncle: "Ninth Uncle, Qingchen wants to change his clothes."

The subtext is that she wants to take a bath.

"Take Miss Feng to the bath." The Ninth Prince was very straightforward. Before Feng Qingchen left, he reminded her, "Be careful when serving her, and don't let the wound get wet."

Feng Qingchen paused. Did the Ninth Prince forget that she was a doctor? He didn't need to explain these things.

It is called a bathing pool, but Feng Qingchen felt that the Ninth Prince’s bathing pool was not much smaller than a swimming pool. White smoke was even coming out of the pool of water. Feng Qingchen was so jealous.

It’s great to have power.

"Miss, this bath is filled with natural hot spring water, which is very good for the body. It will be beneficial for your body if you soak in it more." The palace maids in the Ninth Prince's palace were just like the Ninth Prince. They didn't talk much, and their voices were very cold when they spoke.

Feng Qingchen had no intention of prying into the privacy of the Ninth Prince. She took off her clothes, slid into the bathtub, and with the help of the palace maid, carefully washed her long hair. Finally, the unpleasant smell of blood was removed. Feng Qingchen walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

The Ninth Prince was not in the palace. The imperial physician and the female doctor had been waiting there for a long time. The imperial physician Feng Qingchen looked a little unfamiliar, but did not ask many questions. He just sat there obediently, waiting for the imperial physician and the female doctor to take action.

The wound on Feng Qingchen's forehead was only as big as a copper coin, but it was very deep, leaving a bloody hole on the top of his head. The imperial physician was fine, but the female doctor was trembling all over after seeing it. Just at this time, the Ninth Prince appeared.

"What's wrong?" The cold voice, with an implicit question, frightened the imperial physician so much that his hand trembled and he poked into the bloody hole.

"Ah..." Feng Qingchen felt like crying in so much pain.

She was once again certain that the Ninth Prince was taking revenge on her for having used her before.

The Ninth Prince quickened his pace and stepped forward, pulling the doctor away: "Why is the wound so deep?"

Seeing the wound, even the Ninth Prince was frightened. The piece of flesh on his forehead was scraped off so tightly that a finger could be inserted deep enough.

Feng Qingchen didn't have to worry about cutting her hair. The hair at the wound had already fallen out, and it was still a question whether it could grow back in the future.

Such an injury would be disfigured if it happened to a man, let alone a woman. Even if the wound on Feng Qingchen's head heals, there will still be a bald spot. What will she do in the future?

The Ninth Prince's eyes turned cold, and a hint of unknown murderous intent flashed across them...