Chapter 489 of The Emperor's Phoenix: The Divine Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine

Seeing that Feng Qingchen's appearance was damaged, several princes had no interest in getting close to her. Feng Qingchen was no longer useful. The Ninth Prince would rather not say anything when he saw Feng Qingchen like this, so how could he listen to her?

Prince Yong and his companions looked at Feng Qingchen with amusement, their eyes filled with contempt and mockery, their chins slightly raised, and they no longer had the desire to talk to Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen vaguely guessed what the princes were thinking, and lowered his eyelids slightly to hide the sneer in his eyes.

No matter what, the wishful thinking of these princes will be wrong. She, Feng Qingchen, will not be used as a pawn by these princes just because of a few words. Similarly...

These princes wanted to bully her and laugh at her, but they would be disappointed. Feng Qingchen had never thought of relying on a man. Although the Ninth Prince gave her a lot of protection, he also brought her more dangers.

Both sides fell into silence, and no one wanted to speak. Of course, the princes had no intention of leaving. They were waiting, waiting for the people from the Ninth Prince's Palace to come...

Dong Ling Ziqing sighed slightly and said the first sentence he said today: "Miss Feng, what are your plans for the future?"

"Plan? What does His Royal Highness Prince Qing mean by this?" Feng Qingchen looked up in confusion and seriously looked at this prince who had a very low sense of presence.

Dong Ling Ziqing, a supporter of the Crown Prince, was stationed at the frontier and was a practical prince. Unexpectedly, when her appearance was damaged, this prince actually spoke to her in a caring tone.

Dong Ling Ziqing thought Feng Qingchen was just playing dumb, ignoring the cold eyes of his brothers, and said, "If Miss Feng is willing, I can send someone to take you to the North Gate."

Beimen Pass, where Yuwen Yuanhua is stationed, Dongling Ziqing is doing Yuwen Yuanhua a favor, and at the same time reminding Dongling Zizhou and others that Feng Qingchen is not easy to bully.

Uh... Dongling Zizhou and others' faces changed instantly. How could they forget Yuwen Yuanhua? Yuwen Yuanhua was on good terms with Feng Qingchen, and everyone in Huangchen knew it. Feng Qingchen had offended the emperor before, and Yuwen Yuanhua traveled thousands of miles to find a way to deal with it for her.

The Ninth Prince protects Feng Qingchen everywhere, perhaps just to win over Yuwen Yuanhua.

Several princes felt a little uncomfortable, but fortunately they were all masters of face changing. In the blink of an eye, the contempt and disdain in their eyes disappeared. They were all very friendly and talked about the secret recipes for scar removal that they knew. Only Dong Ling Ziluo remained silent, with a cold look in his eyes.

Dong Ling Ziqing had ruined his plan once again. Today's conversation would definitely reach his father's ears. His intention of asking to marry Feng Qingchen at this time was sinister, although he did have the intention of marrying Feng Qingchen and winning over the Wang family and Yuwen Yuanhua.

Feng Qingchen was impatient, and as his wound had not yet healed, he was unwilling to say much. Even if he spoke, it would take him half a day to finish a sentence. After half an hour, Feng Qingchen looked tired, his body was slightly unstable, and the smile on his face became more and more forced.

Several princes knew that they had to leave. Although there was nothing on the surface, everyone knew that today was not a pleasant day. Led by the Second Prince, the other princes were ready to return home. But just as they stood up, they heard a servant come to announce: "The Ninth Prince is here!"

The Ninth Prince actually came in person?

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of several princes. They glanced at Feng Qingchen, but saw that Feng Qingchen had a calm face, as if she had known it for a long time. She stood up with the other princes and walked out the door, ready to welcome the Ninth Uncle. Feng Qingchen didn't even look at Mi Xi on the table. From the look of her, it seemed that she was not going to bring her.

"Miss Feng, do you want to bring Mi Li with you?" Dong Ling Ziqing's thoughts were more delicate than anyone else's.

A woman's appearance is so important. No matter what the Ninth Prince's attitude towards Feng Qingchen is, it would always be bad if the Ninth Prince saw Feng Qingchen's ugly look.

"Thank you, Your Highness. It's not necessary." Feng Qingchen smiled faintly at Dong Ling Ziqing, with less alienation and indifference.

Feng Qingchen knew very well that the Prince of Qing helped her for a purpose, but she admired his cleverness. At least he could see clearly that she, Feng Qingchen, was not relying on the Ninth Uncle.

Dong Ling Ziqing responded with an approving smile, and when their eyes met, they saw a hint of fearlessness in each other's eyes. They understood in their hearts that the other party was the same as themselves, and their ambitions were not big, but it was just due to their status.

In just half a month, the Ninth Prince lost a lot of weight, looked sickly, had very pale lips, and his clothes were a bit too big for him, making him look naked. Fortunately, his charm remained the same.

He walked all the way without looking around, looking completely arrogant. When he passed by Dong Ling Ziqing, he paused and looked at him thoughtfully. Before Dong Ling Ziqing could catch the gaze of the Ninth Prince, the Ninth Prince glanced past him and his eyes fell on Feng Qingchen, or to be more precise, on the wound on Feng Qingchen's neck.

This was the first time that the Ninth Prince saw Feng Qingchen's wound. He suppressed the urge to reach out and touch it, and walked into the hall: "Come in, everyone."

As soon as he sat down in the main seat, he started coughing non-stop. The eunuch immediately brought him a cup of hot tea. Looking at the cup, it was brought by the Ninth Prince himself.

Ninth Prince’s illness is real.

Feng Qingchen was the last one to come in and stood in the corner.

There are so many princes and grandchildren, there is no place for her to sit.

The Ninth Prince coughed for a long time, his face turned red, and then he stopped and pointed to his side: "Qingchen, you sit down too."

The only empty seat in the hall was the main seat next to the Ninth Uncle: "Thank you, Ninth Uncle, Qingchen can just stand."

"I asked you to sit down." The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen lowered her head early and missed the Ninth Prince's gaze.

This time, Feng Qingchen did not refuse and sat side by side with the Ninth Prince. Ignoring the wound on Feng Qingchen's neck, the two of them sat together, the man was majestic and the woman was graceful, they were a perfect match.

With the Ninth Prince in charge, the princes did not dare to look down on him. The Ninth Prince was seriously ill, and they went to visit him but were all refused. It was definitely a rare opportunity to see the Ninth Prince today. The princes repeatedly expressed their concern for the Ninth Prince, and finally changed the subject and mentioned the martial law in the imperial city and the investigation of assassins. Their words all revealed that they wanted to get their fiefdom back and were willing to ask the Ninth Prince for help.

The Ninth Prince just listened without saying anything. After the princes finished speaking, the Ninth Prince said, "I understand. It's okay, you can leave now."

It was a rare opportunity for him to visit the emperor openly, and he couldn't always accompany these imperial nephews.

Although it was because of these imperial nephews that he had the excuse to visit them, there was no point in keeping them around after he had used them.

"Ninth uncle, your nephews and I are here to visit Qingchen. Seeing the injuries on Qingchen's body, we are heartbroken. Girls care most about their reputation. That assassin is really abominable. We don't know when the wound on Qingchen's neck can heal. We are discussing if there is any good medicine that can make Qingchen recover soon." Dong Ling Ziluo knew what the Ninth uncle was planning, but he refused to leave. After he finished speaking, he picked up the tea on the table and drank it slowly, making it clear that he wanted to stay in Feng Mansion.

The other princes did not want to leave as they did not receive a positive response from the Ninth Prince. When Dong Ling Zi Luo started making a fuss, they were happy to watch the show from the side.

Ignoring the murderous look in the Ninth Prince's eyes, Dong Ling Ziluo concentrated on tasting the tea, frowning as he drank. No wonder the Ninth Prince had to bring his own tea, the tea in the Feng Mansion was really unpalatable.

Feng Qingchen looked up at the sky silently. Her wound hurt so much that she couldn't talk much...