352 Being a jerk, Feng Qingchen's sharp teeth

The Ninth Prince glanced at the Emperor expressionlessly, a hint of cold sarcasm flashed in his eyes. He ignored the thoughts of the Emperor and the people present, and pulled Feng Qingchen towards his seat.

Feng Qingchen was stunned at first, but seeing that the Ninth Uncle looked calm, she smiled and walked with an elegant pace, sitting down with the Ninth Uncle.

She had no masochistic tendencies. She didn't dare to resist when she was humiliated by the emperor before because she didn't have the capital. Now that the Ninth Prince was standing in front of her, she would not refuse in a coquettish way.

Feng Qingchen raised the corners of his lips slightly, and glanced at the queen as if nothing had happened. Seeing the queen's shocked expression, he was very satisfied.

The Ninth Prince was the only one in the world who was so arrogant and disrespectful to his emperor. Not to mention all the civil and military officials in the court, even Nanling Jinfan was stunned.

No matter how arrogant he was in Nanling, he dared not show the slightest disrespect in front of his father. If the king wanted his subject to die, the subject had to die. No matter how powerful he was, he was not greater than the emperor. The emperor could make him die without a complete corpse with just one word.

But what about the Ninth Uncle?

Nanling Jinfan narrowed his eyes and looked at the Ninth Uncle. He wanted to know what the Ninth Uncle relied on to allow him to ignore the imperial power and not give face to the emperor in front of so many people. Such a person...

It's such a pity that they can't cooperate but become enemies. Thinking of this, Nanling Jinfan blamed Su Wan again. She couldn't even win a man's heart. The girl of the Su family was just like that.

Everyone was shocked by the Ninth Prince's arrogance, but then they were shocked by another thing: there had never been anyone sitting next to the Ninth Prince, and Feng Qingchen was the first.

Compared to the Ninth Prince's actions of ignoring the Emperor, everyone was more curious about the relationship between the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. Was it really as the rumors said? Was Feng Qingchen really the Ninth Prince's woman?

If this is true, why didn't the Ninth Uncle say anything when Nanling Jinfan and Prince Chun were fighting to marry Feng Qingchen?

Everyone had doubts in their hearts, but no one dared to ask. They just looked at the Ninth Prince, expecting his answer. Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince had just gotten angry, and this group of people were unhappy. They had cold faces and had no intention of speaking at all.

He was dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen's fancy dress, which was seen by so many people.

Although the emperor was angry, he knew very well that if he got angry at the Ninth Uncle at this time, he would be in a bad position. He sat up straight and said with a smile: "It's rare that Ninth Brother also has the ability to be sympathetic to women. It really opens my eyes."

"Your Majesty, I do not know how to be gentle and considerate to women." The Ninth Prince stood up and bowed slightly, which could be considered as saving some face for the Emperor.

The emperor felt a little relieved. As for what the Ninth Uncle said, he didn't care. What he cared about was the Ninth Uncle's attitude. If he was embarrassed in front of the princes of Nanling, Xiling and Beiling, he would not let the Ninth Uncle have an easy time. The emperor cared more about his face than anyone else.

Upon seeing this, the ministers immediately echoed the emperor's words, subtly finding excuses for the Ninth Prince's rudeness. Feng Qingchen was angry and amused. The same thing done by different people would have different effects. The only thing to be thankful for was that the Ninth Prince stood in front of her this time.

The king and his subjects were in harmony, but someone couldn't bear to see this go on. Nanling Jinfan suddenly stood up, raised his cup, and bowed in Feng Qingchen's direction, saying, "Miss Feng is as beautiful as the rumors say. I toast to you."

After saying this, he drank the wine in his hand.

"The Third Prince is joking. Compared with the Third Prince, Qingchen is no more than a nobody." Feng Qingchen stood up gracefully and drank the wine in the glass.

"You..." Nanling Jinfan hated it most when people talked about his appearance. Feng Qingchen had undoubtedly violated his taboo. When he saw Feng Qingchen's face, he thought of the matter in the underground palace. It was because of Feng Qingchen that he was defeated so miserably. He suddenly became murderous and exerted force on the hand holding the wine glass. With a "pop" sound, the wine glass shattered. Nanling Jinfan held the fragments tightly in his palm, and blood dripped down...

He is really an irritable man, but I don’t know if this irritability is his nature or he is pretending. Feng Qingchen doesn’t show it on his face, but he is secretly paying attention to it in his heart.

"My apologies, young master." Nanling Jinfan let go of his hand, and the fragments fell to the ground. At the same time, the murderous aura on his body also subsided a little, but after all, he was a man who had seen blood, and that murderous aura could not be put away just because he wanted to.

"Someone, call the imperial physician." The emperor looked nervous but sneered in his heart. It seemed that Nanling Jinfan was still holding a grudge against what happened before. Feng Qingchen was really unlucky.

"Yes." The eunuch received the order and turned to run outside, but was stopped by Nanling Jinfan: "Thank you, Your Majesty, it's just a minor injury. I heard that Miss Feng is a skilled doctor, how about letting Miss Feng bandage the little prince?"

Nanling Jinfan did not give Feng Qingchen any chance to refuse. He walked directly in front of Feng Qingchen and stretched out his bloody hand. Just like when Feng Qingchen first saw him, his eyes flashed with a bone-chilling coldness.

Snap, Snap…

All the delicacies on the table were soaked in blood, without exception.

This is a provocation!

Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince did not take Nanling Jinfan seriously at all. In the Dongling Palace, Feng Qingchen was not afraid of him either. He said in his usual calm voice, "Third Prince, aren't you afraid that Qingchen will do something?"

"Don't be afraid. I believe you." Nanling Jinfan made it clear that he wanted to step on Feng Qingchen's face. He wanted to use his actions to tell Feng Qingchen that Feng Qingchen could not refuse anything he wanted her to do, even in Dongling.

A man without manners needs to be taught a lesson.

The Ninth Prince frowned and was about to speak when Feng Qingchen winked at him with cunning eyes. The Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen must have a way, so he sat there with a relaxed brow and a calm face.

"In that case, Qingchen will not let you down, Third Prince." Before Nanling Jinfan could react, Feng Qingchen picked up the wine jug and poured it on his wound.

Everything happened too fast, or no one present would have thought that Feng Qingchen would do this, not even Nanling Jinfan could react.

"ah……"

The strong liquor touched the wound, and even Nanling Jinfan cried out in pain. He quickly retracted his hand and shouted angrily: "Feng Qingchen!"

This is what it means to be really angry. Feng Qingchen secretly noted it in his heart and chuckled: "Third Prince, you are really delicate. Not only do you look like a woman, but you also have a woman's temper. This is not good. If you don't clean your wound, it will rot. It will be a pity if your left hand is ruined."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingchen ignored him and walked around him to the center of the hall. She did not kneel down but bowed gracefully: "Your Majesty, the Third Prince is a delicate and precious person. I am afraid that Qingchen cannot bandage the Third Prince's wound. Please summon the imperial physician. It would be a pity if the Third Prince's hand was disabled. Such a beautiful woman cannot have any flaws."

With words like "pitiful" on the left and "beautiful" on the right, Feng Qingchen successfully angered Nanling Jinfan. Nanling Jinfan turned around and said to the emperor mockingly, "Arrogant and rude, with bad words, the women of Dongling are really unbearable. The little prince has seen it."

"Feminine and cunning, arrogant and rude, the men of Nanling are truly shameless. Qingchen has really broadened her horizons." Feng Qingchen fought back bluntly, and her counterattack was praised by the emperor.

"Feng Qingchen, you are so brave to insult the men of Nanling." Nanling Jinfan was cruel by nature. Seeing Feng Qingchen like this, he wanted to slap her to death.

"How can telling the truth be an insult?" Feng Qingchen lowered her brow slightly, with an arrogant look that even Nanling Jinfan could not match. Nanling Jinfan was distracted for a moment, wondering how an orphan girl could have such an arrogant look.

Nanling Jinfan was distracted for only a moment, and quickly came back to his senses. He sneered, jumped over Feng Qingchen, and continued to say to the emperor: "Your Majesty, your Dongling noble lady is worse than a shrew. What I said before was not wrong at all."

"You're worse than a shrew, and you're still asking for marriage? Are you a slut?"