455 Soft, I really have you in my heart

Feng Qingchen had not eaten anything except a bowl of porridge in the morning. His stomach was empty, so there was nothing to vomit. He vomited over and over again, but all he came out was some sour water.

He couldn't vomit, and his stomach was in trouble. Plus, he had a terrible headache. Feng Qingchen could no longer stay calm at this time.

"Feng Qingchen, what's wrong with you?" Feng Qingchen vomited violently. The Ninth Prince was frightened at first, and then he was worried to death. He hurriedly supported Feng Qingchen, patted her on the back, and helped her calm down.

Feng Qingchen was feeling uncomfortable, and thought that it was because of this man that he became like this. He ignored the fear and scruples in his heart and pushed the man away: "Are you annoying? Stay away from me."

She now hates seeing the Ninth Prince. If it weren't for him, she would have gone home to rest by now. She wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

"Feng Qingchen." The Ninth Prince's figure shook, but he did not retreat a single step. There was a flash of hurt and self-blame in his eyes.

"Stay away from me. It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so unlucky. I was already feeling miserable, and you kept pulling me aside to say useless things. Not only did you talk, you also asked me to ride a horse out of the city and take a walk with you in the valley. You have nothing better to do than to make trouble for others and you don't even think about others." Feng Qingchen became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it.

The prince and princess are amazing. They all disregard her wishes and make her do whatever they want. She is a human being, not a puppet. She has her own ideas and consciousness. Why do they bully her and use her as a pawn just because of their good birth?

Thinking about what happened during the competition in the past few days and his own worries and fears, Feng Qingchen suddenly felt very tired.

After being in this world for so long, except for healing Wang Jinling's eyes, she has not done anything according to her own wishes. She is like a puppet, controlled by others. Occasionally, she does something out of the ordinary and needs the help of others.

Tears flowed silently. Only when she was sick would Feng Qingchen show her vulnerable side in front of the Ninth Uncle.

"Feng Qingchen, I..." The Ninth Prince hugged Feng Qingchen, unable to say the words of apology. If he knew that Feng Qingchen was not feeling well, he would never have taken Feng Qingchen out of the city.

"What do you mean by 'you'? Go away. I hate you. You know I'm not feeling well, but you still force me..." Feng Qingchen tried her best but couldn't push the uncle away.

"I don't know..." The Ninth Prince said hesitantly. He really didn't know that Feng Qingchen was not feeling well. He saw that Feng Qingchen looked very good.

I don’t know, what a good excuse, a single sentence of “I don’t know” can clear everything up. Feng Qingchen opened his mouth and wanted to retort, but after opening it for a long time, he couldn’t utter a word. His eyes went dark and he fainted.

"Feng Qingchen!" The Ninth Prince's face changed. He didn't care about the injuries on his body. He picked up Feng Qingchen and walked towards the cabin.

"Doctor, hurry, find a doctor." Holding Feng Qingchen, who had no life left in her, the Ninth Prince was truly frightened. If Feng Qingchen had not still been breathing, the Ninth Prince would have killed her.

Because of this sudden incident, the entire valley fell into tension, and everyone became busy. The originally quiet valley suddenly became noisy. Xiling Tianyu also received the news at the first time and expressed his deep sympathy to Feng Qingchen.

The Ninth Prince was so stupid. He had noticed that something was wrong with Feng Qingchen, but he didn't notice it. He deserved it. He knew that Feng Qingchen was very busy these days because of the competition, but he still wanted to make trouble for Feng Qingchen. Now, he has made her sick from exhaustion.

The doctor came soon, and under the murderous gaze of the Ninth Prince, the doctor felt Feng Qingchen's pulse tremblingly. The final result of the examination was that Feng Qingchen was not seriously ill, but was just too tired and mentally hurt. He just needed to take some tranquilizers.

"It's nothing serious. Why would she vomit and faint?" The Ninth Prince did not accept this explanation. The doctor was so scared that his legs were shaking. He quickly explained that Feng Qingchen was hungry and her spleen and stomach were hurt. She just needed to eat some hot food when she woke up.

The Ninth Prince then remembered that Feng Qingchen had gone to the Royal Academy early in the morning, then entered the palace, and was then taken to the Ninth Prince's Mansion by the Crown Prince, so he had no time to eat at all.

The Ninth Prince knew that the fault was his own, and after confirming again and again that Feng Qingchen was not seriously injured, he stopped making things difficult for the doctor and asked him to go down and boil the medicine.

Soon, the medicine and hot porridge were brought up. The Ninth Prince personally fed Feng Qingchen the food and medicine without asking anyone else to do the rest. He then ordered the servants to bring hot water. The Ninth Prince also personally wiped off the tear stains and remaining rouge on Feng Qingchen's face.

It was only at this moment that the Ninth Prince understood that Feng Qingchen's good complexion was all due to the rouge covering it up.

The Ninth Prince wiped Feng Qingchen's face gently, afraid of hurting her. When he wiped Feng Qingchen's forehead, his hand paused, and when he saw the wound on her forehead, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He thought An Ping and Zi Luo had only verbally humiliated Feng Qingchen, but he didn't expect that they actually injured Feng Qingchen. If Feng Qingchen didn't tell him about such a hidden wound, he wouldn't have discovered it.

Thinking of this, the Ninth Prince rolled up Feng Qingchen's trouser legs. Seeing Feng Qingchen's bruised and purple knees, the Ninth Prince suddenly became murderous.

Anping and Ziluo, the emperor’s uncle took note of this account for Feng Qingchen.

The Ninth Prince suppressed his desire to kill, had someone bring him some medicinal wine, and gently rubbed the bruises on Feng Qingchen's knees. With every rub, the pain in his eyes grew more intense.

If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would have really thought that things were just as Feng Qingchen said, and he just knelt for a little longer.

"Idiot, you still don't believe me." The Ninth Prince looked at the painful expression on Feng Qingchen's face, feeling both distressed and angry.

This stupid woman suffered such a great injustice, but she didn't even say a word. I really don't know what she was thinking. Most women, if they were bullied outside, would definitely come back to their men to help them vent their anger, but what about Feng Qingchen?

He had given Feng Qingchen every opportunity, but Feng Qingchen didn't know how to seize it. Although he wouldn't kill Zi Luo and An Ping, he could always help her vent her anger.

The Ninth Prince stayed with Feng Qingchen until he found that his wound was hurting again. Then he remembered that he had accidentally split the wound when he carried Feng Qingchen back.

The Ninth Prince instructed his servants to take good care of Feng Qingchen, and carried Feng Qingchen's medicine box to the cabin next door. According to his memory, the Ninth Prince followed Feng Qingchen's method to clean, apply medicine, and bandage his own wounds.

Although he was not as professional as Feng Qingchen, for someone who was injured all year round, bandaging his own wounds was not a problem. It was just that he was too heavy-handed and hurt the wound from time to time.

At the same time, Feng Qingchen in the wooden house next door also woke up.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a small wooden house. She closed her eyes and recalled what had happened before. A trace of regret flashed across Feng Qingchen's eyes. She secretly blamed herself for being too impatient. She could only pray in her heart that the Ninth Prince would not bother with her.

Turning his head, Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat when he saw the darkness outside the house.

It was dark and she was still outside the city. What should she do about tomorrow's competition?

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