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Does the Ninth Prince like Feng Qingchen?

Feng Qingchen tilted his head, his eyes became even more confused and empty, as if he didn't know how to answer.

Su Rou was anxious and coaxed again: "Feng Qingchen, tell me, does the Ninth Emperor like you?"

This answer is very important to them. Su Rou dare not relax at all. As long as they are sure of this, they will find a breakthrough in dealing with the Ninth Uncle.

"I don't know. Sometimes I like it and sometimes I don't." Feng Qingchen replied woodenly.

"How could I not know? If I like it, I like it. If I don't like it, I don't like it." Su Rou became anxious and raised her voice, which became a little sharp. Feng Qingchen seemed to be startled and seemed to be waking up.

Su Rou shook the beads in her hand again, and her green eyes began to spin rapidly. Feng Qingchen's emotions gradually recovered and he turned into a wooden doll again.

Su Rou breathed a sigh of relief.

This is her only chance, and she won't be able to find such a good time next time.

Feng Qingchen had just come out of the Heavenly Prison. He was physically and mentally exhausted, his defenses were weakened, and his spirit was not as good as before. With the help of the calming incense, it was easy to hypnotize him. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to hypnotize someone with such a strong will as Feng Qingchen.

Su Rou's undying heart asked again: "Does the Ninth Prince like you?"

"Sometimes I like it very much, and sometimes I don't." It was still the same answer. Su Rou was a little discouraged, and she also understood that Feng Qingchen probably didn't know whether the Ninth Prince liked her or not.

People like the Ninth Prince have very deep thoughts, and I'm afraid he himself doesn't even know what he is thinking.

Su Rou stopped dwelling on this question and asked the next one: "Feng Qingchen, how do you solve the chess game you set up?"

This concerns the success or failure of the Su family, and she can't afford to lose.

"There is no solution." Feng Qingchen answered this question very straightforwardly.

"How could the chess game you set up be unsolvable?" Su Rou didn't believe it.

"That's a dead end, there's no way out of it."

What? Dead end?

What a great Feng Qingchen.

If she wasn't hypnotized, Su Rou really wanted to slap Feng Qingchen. This Feng Qingchen was so abominable that he actually set up an unsolvable situation to slap her Su family in the face.

Too much!

Feng Qingchen, wait a minute, we will settle this account later.

Su Rou suppressed her anger and continued to ask, "Feng Qingchen, where is your phoenix hairpin?"

None of the important questions were answered. If she couldn't even find the phoenix hairpin, how could she explain to the Third Prince?

"The phoenix hairpin is on her head."

There was no phoenix hairpin on Feng Qingchen's head. Su Rou had already seen it: "Think carefully again, where did you put the phoenix hairpin?"

"The phoenix hairpin was on her head, in the prison, and then it suddenly disappeared."

This answer made Su Rou so angry that she vomited blood. That bastard emperor of Dongling actually took action before her. It was too much.

"Feng Qingchen, do you know about the Sky-shaking Thunder?" Su Rou continued.

"Know."

"Can you do it?" The third prince suspected that Feng Qingchen knew Li Xiang, who could make the thunderous bomb, so he wanted to test Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "I don't understand."

Apart from some useless information, Su Rou did not ask Feng Qingchen any useful questions. At this time, Su Rou herself seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She smiled and prepared to ask the last question: "Feng Qingchen, I know you have a big secret. Tell me that secret now."

However, when Feng Qingchen heard this question, he quickly shook his head, a look of pain on his face. Although his eyes were out of focus, they were not as empty as before. Feng Qingchen kept shouting.

"It's a secret. You can't tell it. You'll die. You'll die..."

"Ah..." Su Rou felt a pain between her eyebrows. After crashing into the carriage with a thud, the green beads in her hand broke with a snap and fell into the carriage, rolling down with a gurgle.

Su Rou didn't care and stared at Feng Qingchen without blinking. If Feng Qingchen really had a secret, then what secret could it be that made her break through her hypnosis regardless of everything?

It seems that this secret is definitely not ordinary, Su Rou's eyes are shining.

She must dig out the secret of Feng Qingchen.

A secret that could lead to death, only such a secret is worth digging out.

Crack... The carriage seemed to hit something and shook violently. Feng Qingchen lost his balance and fell forward, right on Su Rou. Su Rou fell back again, and the back of her head hit the carriage. The pain made her face turn pale.

After the carriage stabilized, Feng Qingchen also woke up, got up from Su Rou, and knocked his head: "What's wrong with me?"

"The carriage was bumpy and you fell down, Miss Feng." Although Su Rou was dissatisfied in her heart, she could only continue to speak gently at this time.

"Really? But why do I feel so tired, as if I have slept for a long time." Feng Qingchen looked confused and kept hitting his head, with his left hand clenched into a fist.

"Miss Feng must have fainted. It's okay. Just take a rest." Su Rou coaxed. Feng Qingchen thought about it, but couldn't remember it, so she accepted this explanation: "So that's how it is."

Su Rou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Feng Qingchen had no doubts. The two of them sat down. Su Rou suppressed her discomfort and poured tea and handed snacks to Feng Qingchen, fully demonstrating her admiration for Feng Qingchen. It was not until they arrived at the courtyard in the west district that Su Rou reluctantly saw Feng Qingchen off the carriage. She fainted as soon as she got back on the carriage.

Feng Qingchen stood where he was, sneering at the carriage going further and further away, and slowly loosened his clenched left hand, his palm covered in blood.

"Use hypnosis on me and I will kill you. You want to know my secrets, right? Come on if you are not afraid of death."

Feng Qingchen swung his left hand and walked towards the small courtyard in the west area. Blood splattered on the ground, like blooming red plums...

Back at the West District courtyard, Sun Sixing, Tong Jue and the others were laughing and shouting. Feng Qingchen hid his injured left hand and smiled to comfort everyone: "I said I will be fine. You guys are worried for nothing."

Feng Qingchen told Tong Jue not to let out the news of her release from prison for the time being. After taking a shower and changing clothes, Feng Qingchen wrapped her left hand and was about to ask Tong Jue to come over to report on what happened in the past ten days when the door rang: "Miss Feng, it's me, Cui Haoting. I wonder if Miss Feng is available."

It’s no wonder that Cui Haoting is so anxious, it’s really... his health is not optimistic. He fell ill twice while Feng Qingchen was in prison. Sun Sixing said that if he fell ill again, there would be no hope for him.

He had been ill for years but had always survived. When he suddenly heard that there was no hope, Cui Haoting's last bit of hesitation disappeared.

Yun Xiao was right. If we bet, there was still a 70% chance of winning. If we didn't bet, there would be no chance of winning even halfway.

"Mr. Cui, would you mind going to the study?" Feng Qingchen stood up, opened the door, and made a gesture of invitation.

A girl's boudoir cannot be allowed to enter by a stranger. Even if she doesn't care, the Ninth Prince will care. The Ninth Prince is a jealous person, very sour...

As soon as he arrived at the study, Cui Haoting went straight to the point and said that he agreed with Feng Qingchen's medical plan and asked Feng Qingchen to arrange it as soon as possible and perform surgery for him. He promised that if the operation failed, the Cui family would not blame Feng Qingchen.

"Mr. Cui, the operation can be performed, but the consultation fee will be different." Feng Qingchen was not surprised. Cui Haoting came to her so eagerly that there must be nothing else.

Besides, if Cui Haoting did not agree to treatment, he would not have stayed in the West District courtyard.

"Consultation fee? How much silver do you want?" Cui Haoting was a little surprised that Feng Qingchen would actually ask for consultation fee.

If she saves him, the Cui family will still owe her money.

Feng Qingchen smiled mysteriously: "Mr. Cui, the consultation fee I want is not silver."

"What do you want?"

Feng Qingchen didn't beat around the bush. He looked at Cui Haoting and said word by word: "I want you to cooperate with the Wang family and help me save the Ninth Uncle!"

"What? Cooperate with the Wang family to save the Ninth Prince?" Although Cui Haoting's expression did not change, the coldness in his eyes deepened.

"Feng Qingchen, you are asking for an exorbitant price."

"That's right, I'm asking for a sky-high price, but so what?" Feng Qingchen refused to give in and replied arrogantly.

She, Feng Qingchen, has the capital to ask for a sky-high price!

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