476 Stupid, are you shy or are you shy

Feng Qingchen thought of a thousand possibilities, and even thought of countermeasures for different situations while in the carriage.

If the Ninth Prince forced her to be a bed-warmer, she would appear to be obedient but secretly plan a way out, and dump the Ninth Prince sooner or later.

If the Ninth Prince was insincere and told her to trust him, he would give her a name sooner or later, she would hesitate and shyly say that she believed him.

If the Ninth Prince coldly warned her not to think that she could do whatever she wanted and become the mistress of the Ninth Prince's Mansion just by climbing into his bed, she would be heartbroken and hold back her tears and say that she would not...

If the Ninth Prince said that everything should remain the same and what happened last night should be treated as if nothing had happened, she would nod with tears in her eyes and indicate that she would do it.

But she never expected that the Ninth Prince would see her through the screen.

Is the Ninth Prince shy? Or is he shy?

Feng Qingchen stared at the screen in front of him in a daze, looking like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

If anyone should be shy, it should be her. Why should the Ninth Prince be shy? After the Ninth Prince did this, she felt too embarrassed to be shy.

"Ahem..." Feng Qingchen hadn't spoken for a long time, so the Ninth Prince coughed lightly to remind him.

Behind the screen, the Ninth Prince was half lying on a low couch, his face was as white as paper, his deep and calm eyes were filled with red bloodshot, and the white cloth on his abdomen was stained with blood.

This is the price of indulgence!

There were two incense burners burning at his side, with white smoke rising up, emitting a refreshing bamboo fragrance that suppressed the bloody smell.

Although they are so close to each other through the screen, they feel like they are far away. The screen actually increases the distance between them.

"Qingchen greets the Ninth Uncle. May he live a thousand years, a thousand years, and a thousand thousand years." Feng Qingchen quickly came back to his senses, straightened his robe, and bowed.

The Ninth Prince was so depressed that he spat out blood. Who asked her to bow? "No need to bow."

"Thank you, Uncle Ninth Prince." Feng Qingchen stood silently beside him, having made up her mind that as long as Uncle Ninth Prince didn't speak, she would never mention what happened last night.

This screen could be said to be because the Ninth Prince is shy, or it could be said that the Ninth Prince doesn't want to see her. Anyway, she'd better be careful. After all, after last night, the relationship between them has become a little weird. If she's not careful, she might end up being spoiled.

After a one-night stand, the woman clings to the man and asks him to take responsibility. The man hates and is disgusted by it, but at the same time... when the woman doesn't even mention it, the man will be even more depressed.

Did he really behave badly last night? So bad that Feng Qingchen said goodbye to him without even a hint of appreciation?

The Ninth Prince found himself feeling very depressed. Not only did he suffer external injuries, but he also had internal injuries. He was almost mad at Feng Qingchen. He had never seen a woman as ruthless as Feng Qingchen.

After all, he is her man.

Feng Qingchen said nothing, and the Ninth Prince was angry. He had never dealt with such a matter before, and he really didn't know how to say it. He simply didn't mention it and went straight to the point: "Qingchen, I already know about today's medical competition. You don't have to worry. I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."

Nanling Jinfan became more and more arrogant. In order to decide the outcome of a competition, he actually resorted to such shady tricks behind his back. He really thought that he was seriously ill and about to die.

Ahem, the Ninth Prince forgot that Feng Qingchen had to use some tricks to beat Su Wan in the three competitions of playing the piano, calligraphy and painting. Well, even if the Ninth Prince remembered, he would only applaud Feng Qingchen and say that Feng Qingchen did a good job.

"Thank you, Uncle Nine, but it's not necessary." Feng Qingchen did not seem flattered at all and refused calmly.

"Hmm?" The Ninth Prince said dissatisfiedly. Until now, Feng Qingchen still treated him as an outsider. It seemed that she was indeed dissatisfied last night.

The Ninth Prince was depressed, and decided to go back and find some textbooks to learn the art of the boudoir, making sure to satisfy Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen pondered for a moment and explained, "It's not that Qingchen doesn't know what's good for him, it's really unnecessary. Qingchen has already won three games against Su Wan, and if nothing unexpected happens, he can tie one more game. In the next competition, even if I lose all the games, it doesn't matter. It won't damage my reputation. But it's different for the Su family. If Su Wan loses again, the Su family will lose its reputation, and the Su family will definitely not let it go.

Besides, the Third Prince is always ruthless and will definitely not leave any traces or evidence. Even if everyone knows that he did it, they may not be able to find witnesses and evidence to incriminate him. It's just a competition, and Qingchen can afford to lose. There's no need to waste time and energy on such things."

The Su family values ​​their reputation, and if she ruins the Su family's reputation, then the Su family will be reckless and fight to the death, and she will be in trouble.

No matter how capable she is, she cannot compete with the power of a family.

As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. The Su family has lost so much that they don’t care about so many things. They should leave a way out for themselves so that they can meet again in the future. They can’t be too extreme in everything.

"You see it very clearly. I thought you cared a lot about winning or losing." The Ninth Prince found that he really couldn't see through Feng Qingchen. He originally thought that she didn't care about winning or losing, but she was scheming and using all kinds of tricks to win Su Wan. He thought that she cared about winning or losing, so she missed another chance to win.

Women's minds are really complicated, and Feng Qingchen is one of the best. The Ninth Prince found that guessing Feng Qingchen's thoughts was more tiring than raising military rations and grain supplies.

"Ninth Uncle, Qingchen only cares about life and death. Temporary wins and losses are nothing." Feng Qingchen was too lazy to tell the Ninth Uncle that she didn't care about such false reputation at all.

All in all, she beat Su Wan in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which was enough to bring honor to Dongling. Even if she lost all the following competitions, she would have no pressure. As one of the bankers of the biggest gambling game in Dongling, she would be the winner no matter who won or lost.

The Ninth Prince nodded, thinking of Feng Qingchen's various behaviors. Indeed, Feng Qingchen cared more about life and death. Other things could be put behind life and death: "I was overthinking." The Ninth Prince apologized in disguise.

Feng Qingchen curled her lips and didn't respond. Then she thought of the Ninth Princess's formal dress and the valuable jewelry that she had brought with her. So Feng Qingchen opened her mouth and said that she wanted to return the clothes to the Ninth Uncle.

That set of clothes is not just valuable, it is also a symbol of status. If she loses it, she will be in trouble.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingchen was interrupted by the Ninth Prince just as he started: "I will never take back anything I give away. If Qingchen doesn't want it, just throw it away."

This damn woman, if nothing had happened last night, he could have accepted it if she had sent the clothes back. But after what happened last night, she actually wanted to send the clothes back. Was she trying to draw a line between them and him?

Really... damn it!

Feng Qingchen, why can't you be like other women and cling to me?

If he hadn't been injured and couldn't show up, the Ninth Prince really wanted to rush forward, grab Feng Qingchen's neck, and ask her what she was thinking...

Lost?

She wanted to return the clothes to the Ninth Prince because she was afraid of losing them. The clothes would be safer in the Ninth Prince's Mansion. No matter what, she had to persuade the Ninth Prince to accept the clothes. She didn't want to bring a burden back with her.

Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Uncle was angry, so he lowered his status and said softly, "Ninth Uncle, that set of clothes is too valuable. I really don't feel safe leaving it in my courtyard. If possible, I would like to ask the Ninth Uncle to keep it for Qingchen for a while."

This can never go wrong!