393 Uncle Nine, Let Me Lean on You for a While
A woman who can stand firm in the imperial palace, in addition to her family background, her personal means cannot be underestimated. Feng Qingchen always thought that she was cold and cruel enough, but when she compared herself with Imperial Concubine Xie, she realized that her means were nothing.
When she said to Consort Xie, "Your Majesty, the baby in your belly is a prince, but your body seems to have suffered damage, which will affect the health of the little prince."
Imperial Noble Consort Xie asked directly: "What is the probability of giving birth to a healthy prince?"
When Imperial Noble Consort Xie found out that there was only 70% chance of pregnancy, she directly asked her to prepare medicine to abort the child.
"My queen, if you want to abort this child, the chance of getting pregnant again in the future will be zero." Feng Qingchen said coldly.
She always thought that mothers were great. Even though her mother abandoned her as soon as she was born, she always believed that her mother must have had her reasons.
But when Feng Qingchen saw Imperial Noble Concubine Xie calculating the value of her unborn child in this way, he realized that not all mothers truly love their children. Sometimes children are just tools to their mothers.
No matter how much she found excuses for her mother, it couldn't change the fact that her mother treated her as a tool, and when she, the tool, was useless, she was abandoned.
In modern times, her life story is actually very bloody and romantic. A young secretary seduced a married wealthy boss, and after she became pregnant, she hid in the countryside and gave birth to the child.
When it was discovered that the baby was a girl, her mother was very disappointed but still took her to the mansion. However, the man refused to acknowledge her even with the paternity test report. He simply gave her mother a sum of money and told her to get out.
Her mother threw her into an orphanage, took the money, changed her name, and flew abroad.
She hadn't thought about her past life for a long time, let alone her own life experience, but because of Imperial Concubine Xie, she inexplicably thought of her past life.
After coming out of the palace, Feng Qingchen has been in a bad mood. He can't cheer up and looks listless. There seems to be an unknown sadness shrouding him, as if he has been abandoned by the whole world.
That night, when the Ninth Prince appeared in Feng Qingchen's West District courtyard, Feng Qingchen didn't even think much about it. He raised his eyelids and greeted him calmly: "Greetings, Ninth Prince."
"Yeah." What happened to Feng Qingchen? Could it be that Bai Tian was wronged in the palace?
The Ninth Prince frowned slightly. He had not heard that Feng Qingchen had suffered any injustice from the Queen or the Imperial Concubine. Could it be that he was worried about the competition?
Uh... thinking of this, the Ninth Prince felt a little guilty. He sat opposite Feng Qingchen without saying a word, just accompanying her quietly, hoping that she would feel better.
"Ninth Prince? Do you have something to talk to me about?" The Ninth Prince didn't speak for a long time, so Feng Qingchen had to cheer up to deal with him. She was not interested in dealing with the Ninth Prince today. Feng Qingchen just hoped to get rid of him as soon as possible.
"Yeah." The Ninth Prince nodded. "How is the Second Prince's prosthesis?" He clearly wanted to ask: Why are you unhappy? But the words turned into this sentence when they reached the tip of his tongue.
"Everything went well. Don't worry, Second Prince. There won't be any problems on my side." As expected, it was because of this matter. Feng Qingchen could not hide her disappointment. She was more fragile tonight, and a little thing could make her mood worse.
Feng Qingchen sadly discovered that the Ninth Prince was just like her mother in her previous life. No matter how well he said she was, he only treated her as a tool. It was just that this tool was still useful to him now.
She is such a failure as a person. The two people she cares about most in past and present lives are not sincere to her. Feng Qingchen looked up at the ceiling with a self-deprecating smile.
What's wrong with this woman? The Ninth Prince felt uneasy. He rarely saw Feng Qingchen like this, so he asked tentatively, "Are you worried about the competition with the Su family?"
Feng Qingchen nodded indifferently and just took it as a yes, otherwise how could she explain her current situation.
"It's just the Su family. What's there to be afraid of? You can still be defeated by Su Wan." He didn't like Feng Qingchen's lack of confidence. Feng Qingchen should have the arrogance to trample all the women in the world under his feet.
"What if I lose?" She, Feng Qingchen, is a human, not a god. As a human, it is impossible for her to win forever. Even though she is hailed as a medical genius in modern times, there are still people who cannot be cured, and there are still patients who die on the operating table.
“You won’t lose.” So what if you lose? With me here, those people can’t do anything to you.
"So, I will definitely win?" Feng Qingchen looked up at the Ninth Uncle, his eyes were empty and lifeless. The Ninth Uncle felt a pain in his heart. When he realized it, he had already walked to Feng Qingchen's side and asked the question he wanted to ask the first time: "Feng Qingchen, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I'm just in a bad mood." Maybe it was because the Ninth Prince's tone was too gentle, or maybe it was because Feng Qingchen was too weak today. She wanted to find someone to rely on, and the Ninth Prince just happened to appear.
Is this what you call nothing? Nothing would make him look abandoned by everyone. The Ninth Prince was dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen's perfunctory response and pressed him, "What happened?"
Feng Qingchen was as fragile as a baby, and needed to be held in his arms and comforted softly. This thought came to the Ninth Prince's mind, and he did so the next second.
He pulled the person up and held him in his arms. As Feng Qingchen exclaimed, the Ninth Prince turned around and sat where Feng Qingchen had originally sat, while Feng Qingchen sat in his arms.
"Don't move."
"Ah..." Feng Qingchen was startled, but fell into a warm and familiar embrace the next second. Smelling the familiar bamboo scent on the Ninth Prince's body, Feng Qingchen gave up struggling and rubbed against the Ninth Prince like a kitten.
The familiar smell makes people feel safe.
"Miss?" Tong Yao and Tong Jue's voices came from outside the door. They were about to come in, but were repelled by Feng Qingchen: "I'm fine, you go down."
"Yes." Tong Yao and Tong Jue did not insist. They knew that Feng Qingchen was in a bad mood today.
The Ninth Prince was very happy about Feng Qingchen's gentleness. He knew that this woman still cared about him very much. His heart was filled with joy, but he still had a stern face.
Smelling the familiar medicinal fragrance on Feng Qingchen, the Ninth Prince rubbed his chin against Feng Qingchen's head and tightened his hand around Feng Qingchen's waist: "Don't worry, I'm here, you'll be fine."
"Yeah." Feng Qingchen responded cooperatively, and leaned into the arms of the Ninth Prince again. She adjusted herself to a comfortable position and nestled in the arms of the Ninth Prince without moving: "Ninth Prince, let me lean on you for a while." Just for a while, just tonight, when the pain in her heart has subsided, she will still be the strong Feng Qingchen.
The Ninth Prince did not say anything, but just gently stroked Feng Qingchen's back, as if he was caressing her hair.
Ahem, he didn’t know how to comfort people. He remembered that when he was sad as a child, his master would pat his back gently like this, and he would feel better every time.
Neither of them spoke. The room was silent, with only the sound of each other's breathing. Feng Qingchen lay in the arms of the Ninth Prince, thinking back to many things, from past lives, this life...
And thinking about it, I couldn't help crying...