354 Falling ill, seducing other men in public
In the hall, it was so quiet that even the sound of leaves falling could be heard. Everyone's eyes were focused on the three people in the center of the hall. They opened their mouths but could not make a sound...
There was no way, the situation changed too quickly, so quickly that they couldn't accept it. Their hearts were pounding, and the prince quickly covered his chest, feeling as if he was having a seizure.
Tonight's banquet is so exciting!
After Feng Qingchen slapped Nanling Jinfan in the face, Nanling Jinfan became furious and reached out to strangle Feng Qingchen to death.
Feng Qingchen did not deserve to die for his crimes. Even if Nanling Jinfan killed Feng Qingchen in front of everyone, he would not be blamed. This is the imperial power.
If Feng Qingchen's death could calm the chaos tonight, everyone in Dongling, from the emperor to the civil and military officials, would be happy. However, they didn't expect that an accident would happen at the critical moment.
Nanling Jinfan had just stretched out his hand, but before he could touch Feng Qingchen, the Ninth Prince rushed over, protected Feng Qingchen in his arms, and kicked Nanling Jinfan away.
With a thud, Nanling Jinfan fell five meters away. This was the result because the Ninth Prince did not kill him. Even so, Nanling Jinfan was not in an easy condition. Even the Crown Prince heard the sound of his broken ribs.
It's over! This situation can't be solved by the death of Feng Qingchen. The most important thing is that according to the attitude of the Ninth Emperor Uncle, I'm afraid he won't send Feng Qingchen away.
The emperor stroked his forehead. What happened tonight was completely beyond his expectations. He knew very well that Nanling Jinfan wanted to take the opportunity to kill Feng Qingchen openly. He took a wait-and-see attitude, but he didn't expect the result to turn out like this.
Hitting someone is a big trouble, especially when the person doing it is the uncle of the current emperor of Dongling. For the sake of the royal family's face, Dongling would never let the ninth uncle take the blame. Now the only way to solve the problem is to use other methods.
The emperor decided not to care and wait and see how the Ninth Prince would handle the matter. If this caused a war between the two countries, then the Ninth Prince would be the sinner.
Some people are worried, while others are happy. Beiling Fengqian and Xiling Tianlei are very happy. They hope that Dongling and Nanling will fight, and it would be best if the fight lasts for several years to weaken the national strength of both countries, so that they will have a chance to turn things around.
As for Feng Qingchen’s life and death, it has nothing to do with them?
Beiling Fengqian had never had a good impression of her in the first place, and coupled with his recent closeness with Princess Anping, from the information Princess Anping revealed from time to time, Beiling Fengqian expressed that he hated Feng Qingchen very much.
Xiling Tianlei admired Feng Qingchen, but in front of national interests, Feng Qingchen was nothing. He admired the Ninth Prince for breaking up with Nanling for a woman.
Of course, he also looked down on the Ninth Uncle, who disregarded the overall situation for the sake of a woman.
Look at Prince Chun, who had just been competing with Nanling Jinfan for Feng Qingchen to be his concubine. Under the emperor's sharp gaze, he just sat back obediently.
It's not easy to be a hero. There is a price to pay for saving a beauty. I wonder what price the Ninth Prince will pay today.
Xiling Tianlei was very interested in seeing how this play would be performed.
The most embarrassing moment in Nanling Jinfan's life was caused by Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince. Nanling Jinfan, who fell down, never dreamed that the Ninth Prince would stand up for Feng Qingchen. This was inconsistent with his perception of the Ninth Prince.
Nanling Jinfan pushed away the eunuch who was supporting him, spat out the blood bubbles in his mouth, ignored the looks of everyone, endured the pain of broken ribs, ignored the redness and swelling on his left face, and strode towards Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince with his head held high.
He wants to get this place back! He can't afford to lose this person!
The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen in his arms and looked at Nanling Jinfan coldly, not hiding his murderous intent. Nanling Jinfan felt a chill in his heart, but his pride as a prince prevented him from stopping or lowering his head, and he walked straight forward under the tremendous pressure.
The prince of Nanling couldn't afford to lose face, so he stood in front of the Ninth Uncle and displayed the dignity of a prince: "Ninth Uncle, you must give me an explanation for this matter."
It's a pity that with half of his face being a pig, his aura looks so funny no matter how you look at it.
"Explanation? I don't have time. If the Third Prince thinks Miss Feng's slap was too light, I suggest you give her another slap."
The maid brought up the ice at the right time. Nanling Jinfan thought it was prepared for him and was waiting for the maid to apply ice to him, but he didn't expect the maid to walk up to the Ninth Uncle and bowed, saying, "Ninth Uncle, here is the ice that Miss Feng asked for."
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen then raised her head from the Ninth Prince's arms, took the ice and applied it to her injured cheek. With the ice blocking the view, everyone couldn't see how terrible Feng Qingchen's face was, they could only vaguely see the redness and swelling.
With the help of the palace maid, Feng Qingchen returned to the seat where the Ninth Prince had originally sat and rinsed the blood from his mouth.
At this time, everyone's attention was focused on the Ninth Prince and Nanling Jinfan in the center of the field. Occasionally, there were people who paid attention to Feng Qingchen with a blaming look.
If Dongling and Nanling really go to war, it will all be because of Feng Qingchen. At this moment, Feng Qingchen is a femme fatale in their eyes.
Beauty is a disaster?
Feng Qingchen couldn't help but laugh in her heart. These people really had no foresight at all. It was obvious that the person Nanling Jinfan wanted to provoke was the Ninth Prince. She was just unlucky and was implicated.
Women are just a name for starting a war. A man in this world who is capable of starting a war between two countries will never indulge in personal love. And a man who is obsessed with personal love will not have the domineering spirit to conquer the world.
"Miss Feng, are you okay?" The prince was closest to Feng Qingchen. Seeing that Feng Qingchen seemed lifeless, he spoke with concern.
As an outsider, the prince knew very well how innocent Feng Qingchen was.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Qingchen is fine." Feng Qingchen turned around and saw the prince's friendly eyes. At the same time, he also saw the prince's frown and pale face: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Feng Qingchen couldn't say she liked the prince, but she couldn't say she hated him either. Overall, the prince was the person she liked more in the Dongling royal family.
Because of the relationship with the Ninth Prince, and the fact that the Crown Prince was peaceful and kind and had no grudge against her, she became less respectful and more casual towards the Crown Prince.
"It's okay, it's just an old problem." The prince's face was frighteningly pale and his breathing was rapid. Not to mention that Feng Qingchen was an authority in cardiovascular and cerebrosurgery, even an ordinary person could see it.
As a doctor, her first reaction when facing a patient is to check: "Prince, if you trust Qingchen, can you let Qingchen take a look?"
"Qingchen, how are you injured?" The prince hoped that Feng Qingchen could help him take a look. His heart was aching badly, but Feng Qingchen was someone protected by his uncle, so how could he dare not do that?
"It's just a minor injury, it's no big deal." Feng Qingchen stopped applying the ice and didn't mind showing her red and swollen face to others. She didn't do this to gain sympathy. If she really wanted to gain sympathy, she wouldn't have hidden in the arms of the Ninth Prince before.
She didn't show it before because it was too ugly. She was very clear that being slapped in the face, with rouge and blood on her face, would be a disgrace to the sight. After all, she was a beauty, so it was better not to show such an ugly side of her. Besides, letting everyone see her so ugly would be of no use except to get a few useless words of sympathy from everyone.
When Feng Qingchen stood up, she wanted to activate the smart medical kit, but her clothes were too big and it was really inconvenient. Fortunately, Feng Qingchen had also learned Chinese medicine's three methods of observation, smell, questioning and palpation from Sun Sixing during this period, and she can now take the pulse very accurately.
"Your Highness, your condition is very bad." A normal person's heartbeat is 60 to 100 beats per minute, but the prince's heartbeat has reached over 180 beats per minute. The prince may faint at any time.
"It hurts a lot." The prince stopped trying to be brave at this time. He covered his chest with his hands and sweated profusely.
"Your Highness, do you have any medicine prescribed by the imperial physician?" Feng Qingchen was not panicked. She knew that the prince would have no shortage of medicine for his illness.
"Yes." Seeing Feng Qingchen's calm look, the prince relaxed a little and took out the medicine from his arms. As a doctor, he asked Feng Qingchen to smell it. After making sure that there was no problem with the smell of the medicine, he gave it to the prince.
"Your Highness, your collar is too tight. It's not convenient for you to breathe. I suggest you open your collar a little." Judging from his pulse and complexion, the prince's heart disease was very serious. If he was not treated in time, he might only have two or three years to live. Feng Qingchen's brows were knotted, this was a very tangled matter.
If the prince's illness happened in modern times, she would be 80% sure that it could be cured through surgery, but in ancient times, even if she had the help of a medical kit, she would only have a 50% chance of success.
If it were an ordinary person, she would definitely tell the other person the truth and let the other person decide whether to let her treat him or not, but the prince?
Can she speak?
There is a 50% chance that the prince will die on the operating table. If the prince really dies in the operation, the consequences will be something she cannot bear.
"Miss Feng, have you discovered anything?" The prince's face was still pale, but his eyes lit up. He thought of Feng Qingchen's medical skills and vaguely felt that there was hope for his illness.
He had thought about looking for Feng Qingchen before, but after checking, he found that Feng Qingchen was only good at treating external injuries and eye injuries, and of course gynecological diseases. As for heart disease, he did not find out. Now it seems that Feng Qingchen also understands it.
"Your Highness, did the imperial physician say anything to you about your illness?" Based on her understanding of the imperial physicians, the imperial physician would most likely remind the prince that he would not live long.
The imperial physicians in the palace are well versed in ways to save lives. They would have reminded the prince of his illness early on, so that when the prince really dies of the illness, they will not blame them. After all, the prince's illness is truly incurable.
The prince looked sad and nodded: "I have been sick frequently recently. The imperial physician has warned me that I will not live long."
This is his sorrow. He is the crown prince, closest to the throne, but he has no life to enjoy it, nor the life to fight for it. The crown prince looked at Feng Qingchen while speaking. Seeing the struggle in Feng Qingchen's eyes, a glimmer of hope flashed in his heart, and he tried to speak: "Miss Feng, do you have a way to heal me?"
Yes, but I can't say.
Feng Qingchen said in his heart...