442 Deep meaning, the Ninth Prince is ill

The next day, when Feng Qingchen woke up, Lan Jiuqing had already left. Feng Qingchen rubbed his sore arm and glared at the dwarf behind him with great resentment.

Sleeping on a low couch is just like sleeping on a sofa. There is no way to stretch your limbs, and if you are not careful, you will fall down. After only sleeping on it for one night, Feng Qingchen swore that she would never sleep on it a second time because it affected her sleep quality.

Feng Qingchen angrily threw the quilt back into the bed and tidied it up. When Tong Jue and Tong Yao came in, Feng Qingchen asked them to change the quilt and sheets, saying, "I accidentally sprayed medicine on the quilt yesterday, and it smelled bad. You changed it for me."

The quilt and sheets did indeed smell like medicine. Tong Jue and Tong Yao did not suspect anything and quickly took Feng Qingchen's quilt and sheets away.

After breakfast, Feng Qingchen took the things he had prepared in advance and, under the escort of the guards, went to the Royal Academy for the fourth competition with Su Wan.

The painting competition also had seven judges, including the Ninth Prince, Xiling Tianlei, Mr. Yan, Mr. Yuan Xi, and three great painters from the Jixia Academy.

Hearing about the Jixia Academy, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. In yesterday's calligraphy competition, if she guessed correctly, the people who voted for her to win should be from the Jixia Academy, otherwise there wouldn't be exactly three votes.

When the Ninth Prince proposed the anonymous evaluation, Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince had a backup plan, and she actually guessed it right. She guessed that Su Wan would figure it out after returning. But what good would it do if she figured it out, because she had no evidence.

The Ninth Prince had already ordered people to burn the seven notes, so Su Wan could only guess. Based on her guess, Su Wan did not dare to take action against the people in the Jixia Academy.

When Feng Qingchen arrived at the Royal Academy, he received a message that the Ninth Uncle had caught a cold and could not come for the evaluation. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would be taking part in the evaluation on his behalf.

"The Ninth Prince has caught a cold?" How is that possible? When she broke up with the Ninth Prince yesterday, he was fine. It's only been one night, so how could he have caught a cold? Did he take a cold shower last night?

Uh... thinking about what happened in the carriage yesterday afternoon, it's not impossible, Feng Qingchen thought maliciously.

"Yes, the royal uncle has caught a cold. The imperial physician also said that the royal uncle should not go out now and needs to rest." The prince expressed his concern just right. Feng Qingchen couldn't tell whether the prince was really worried or just pretending to be worried.

"Qingchen understands, thank you Your Highness." The prince's words did not seem false, but Feng Qingchen always felt that the ninth prince's cold infection was a little strange.

The Ninth Prince doesn't look like such a delicate person.

"You're welcome. The Emperor's uncle is very worried about you. He sent someone to the palace early in the morning to tell me that I cannot come to participate in the competition. I asked my father to allow me to come. He also specifically told me to take good care of you."

The prince never forgot to speak well of the Ninth Prince in front of Feng Qingchen. This nephew of the prince was really considerate. Feng Qingchen looked at the prince silently, lowered his head obediently, and said shyly: "Thank you, Your Highness, thank you for the kindness of the Ninth Prince. Qingchen's status is humble and I cannot enter the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Please meet the Ninth Prince and express your gratitude on Qingchen's behalf."

"What? Qingchen isn't going to visit the Emperor's uncle?" the prince asked in surprise.

Who in the Imperial City doesn't know what the Ninth Prince said, "I love my wife and my dog, so what? Does Prince Lei have any objections?"

Because of this sentence, all the women in the imperial city thought that although the Ninth Prince seemed ruthless, he was actually the most affectionate man in the world, and that Feng Qingchen, a woman, actually monopolized such a good man, which was really enviable.

The Ninth Prince was originally one of the men that the noble ladies in the imperial city most wanted to marry. Because of this sentence, the Ninth Prince has become the man that the noble ladies in the imperial city most wanted to marry, without a doubt.

"Qingchen is of humble status and dares not set foot in the Ninth Prince's Mansion. It is enough for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to express his gratitude on Qingchen's behalf." She didn't want to go. She was a doctor, and there was nothing good when a doctor came to the house. Besides, the Ninth Prince had mobilized a large number of troops to invite the imperial physician, and this "disease" would probably not be cured in a short time.

"Ahem. Qingchen, are you kidding? You and the emperor's uncle rode in the same carriage out of the city yesterday. The imperial physician said that the emperor's uncle would catch a cold because he was caught in the wind yesterday afternoon."

He had already sat in the Ninth Prince's carriage, but he still had the nerve to say that he was of humble status and could not enter the palace. The prince was speechless. He did not believe it. He had pointed out that the Ninth Prince was sick because of Feng Qingchen, so Feng Qingchen still had the nerve to not go.

Feng Qingchen had been suspicious to begin with, and this group of people made her even more certain that the Ninth Prince's "illness" was not simple. The Ninth Prince would never get sick casually, and maybe there was a deeper meaning to his illness this time. She would definitely not join in the fun.

"Your Highness, you are joking. Qingchen and the Ninth Prince went out of the city together yesterday afternoon. Qingchen, a weak woman, didn't catch a cold, but the Ninth Prince is not that fragile. I guess something must have happened to him after he returned." Feng Qingchen explained with a smile. She was too full, so she took the blame for the Ninth Prince's illness on herself.

"If the emperor's uncle heard this, he would be heartbroken." The prince said half-truthfully.

Feng Qingchen smiled and didn't respond.

"Your Highness, Miss Feng, what are you two talking about? Why are you so happy?" Su Wan was dressed in a pink and purple floor-length gown. She was bright and beautiful. Her flower-like face smiled brighter than a sunflower. She looked completely different from her hysterical look yesterday.

It has to be said that Su Wan is a strong person. It only took her one day to recover from such a severe blow.

Feng Qingchen took a step back inconspicuously, putting some distance between herself and the prince, and turned to Su Wan and said, "It's Miss Su. You came at the right time. The prince and I were talking about yesterday's competition. I was wondering if Miss Su Wan would be like yesterday - unable to accept defeat today."

After he finished speaking, he did not forget to add a big smiling face, deliberately trying to piss Su Wan off to death.

Feng Qingchen is really mean, the emperor's uncle will suffer in the future. The prince smiled and shook his head, with a doting look in his eyes that he himself had not noticed. Before Su Wan changed his expression, the prince said softly: "Okay, go and prepare for the competition. If I lose, the emperor's uncle will not let me go."

"Yes, Your Highness." Feng Qingchen saluted solemnly and said playfully.

Su Wan looked at the Crown Prince and Feng Qingchen singing the same tune and her face turned pale with anger. But these two people didn't even give her a chance to speak. How hateful!

Su Wan clenched her fists and closed her eyes, not wanting to look at Feng Qingchen's annoying face. She wanted to see how Feng Qingchen could defeat her without the Ninth Prince.

The Crown Prince is not the Ninth Prince's Uncle. The Ninth Prince dares to speak out, so what if he is partial to his own interests? But the Crown Prince doesn't dare to do that. His every move is watched by countless people, and if he is not careful he will be impeached by the Censor, and then he will forget about sitting on the throne of the Crown Prince.

Thinking of this, Su Wan calmed down. She walked towards her seat with lotus steps. When she passed by Feng Qingchen, she smiled and glanced at her: "Ms. Feng, I am looking forward to your performance today. In the past three days of competition, Miss Feng has given Su Wan one surprise after another. I hope Miss Feng will not let Su Wan down today."

Indeed, in the three competitions of zither, chess, and calligraphy, Feng Qingchen was more and more stunning each time, winning by unexpected means. Everything she did was completely beyond everyone's imagination, and was more and more stunning each time.

Su Wan's words were not sarcastic. Many people were staring at Feng Qingchen today, and many people outside the imperial city were also guessing what amazing things Feng Qingchen would do in the painting competition...