769 Staring Deeply, Being Followed

The more Feng Qingchen thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He pulled the quilt and buried himself in it, curling up into a ball. This was a typical sign of insecurity.

The Ninth Prince’s hands froze as he was taking off his clothes. He didn’t understand what was wrong with Feng Qingchen. Was he upset about Zuo An’s matter?

I guess so. The Ninth Prince nodded in understanding. Then, as if nothing had happened, he took off his outer and middle clothes, wiped his hands, and walked towards the bed.

Feng Qingchen rolled the entire quilt around herself, clearly not wanting to let the Ninth Prince sleep. The Ninth Prince frowned slightly, not understanding why Feng Qingchen was so angry, considering that he had even taken a shower when he entered the room.

Feng Qingchen was clearly unhappy. The Ninth Prince hesitated for a moment but still did not go forward to complain. The smell of powder on his body was indeed a little strong. He himself did not like it, so Feng Qingchen would probably not like it either. He decided to wait for the smell to fade away before going to bed.

So, the Ninth Prince just stood beside the bed, motionless.

Such a big person was standing there. Even though Feng Qingchen kept hypnotizing himself to go to sleep quickly and counted sheep to one thousand and one, he still couldn't fall asleep.

But even so, Feng Qingchen ordered herself not to move, let alone look back. This time, she had to let the Ninth Prince take the initiative to explain things clearly, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable.

The Ninth Prince doesn't like to have contact with women, but he still touched me. Once there is a touch, there will be a touch. Who knows where this smell of powder comes from...

Feng Qingchen wanted to explain, but the Ninth Prince refused to do so, and the two of them stayed in such a stalemate all night. Feng Qingchen lay in bed without sleeping all night, and the Ninth Prince stood beside the bed without sleeping all night either. When they woke up the next day, both of them looked unhappy.

"snort……"

When Feng Qingchen got up and passed by the Ninth Prince, she turned her face away without giving him any face. She didn't care how ugly the Ninth Prince's face was, and went straight to wash up and have breakfast.

The Ninth Prince smelled the scent on his body and found it was almost gone. He then packed up and had breakfast with Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen frowned when he saw that the Ninth Prince was feeling guilty after doing nothing wrong, and decided to ask him after all. Because of the pressure from the Left Bank's incident last night and the unfamiliar environment, it was inevitable that he was a little hysterical and irrational.

After finishing breakfast, Feng Qingchen cleared his throat and pretended to be nonchalant: "Ahem, what happened last night?"

"I went to the flower boat to meet someone." Seeing Feng Qingchen brought up what happened last night again, the Ninth Prince repeated it without any impatience.

"Aren't you allergic to fragrances? Why were you smelling so good yesterday, but I didn't see any symptoms of allergy on you?" Feng Qingchen suddenly realized that the Ninth Uncle most likely had no idea what he was angry about.

She felt deeply frustrated.

This man is very stupid when he should be smart, but very cunning when he shouldn't be smart.

The Ninth Prince would be angry that she was too close to Wang Jinling, but had she ever thought that she would also be angry that he was too close to another woman.

Su Wan, Chu Changhua, one after another, although the Ninth Prince did not have much contact with them, but... these two women were eyeing the position of the Ninth Prince's Consort.

She would also be worried and afraid.

She can be at ease with the Ninth Prince only because he doesn’t have a princess. But what if he has a princess?

Could she still shamelessly maintain this kind of relationship with the Ninth Prince and become a third party that even she hated?

Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Uncle, with unconcealed sadness in his eyes. The Ninth Uncle was startled. Although he didn't kill people, why would Feng Qingchen be sad? He slowed down his tone and said, "The special fragrance is used to confuse people. How can you feel refreshed after coming out of the flower boat?"

The Ninth Prince told Feng Qingchen what Xiling Tianyu had said. After hearing it, Feng Qingchen lowered his head slightly to hide the hurt in his eyes.

Do you think she's an idiot? Does she have to smell like powder when she comes out of the flower boat? Just smelling like alcohol will do. She really can't accept this reason.

But since the Ninth Prince said it, she was willing to believe it once.

Huh... Feng Qingchen took a breath and said with a smile: "Uncle Jiu Huang, do you have anything to do today?"

"It's okay." He had already done what he needed to do yesterday, and all that was left was to wait for the results.

"Since you're okay, then accompany me to find Zuo An. I've thought of a way to make him willingly protect me." After saying that, Feng Qingchen took the lead and walked out with quick steps, as if she was intentionally increasing the distance between the Ninth Prince and her.

As she got closer, she could still smell the fragrance on the Ninth Prince's body. When she thought of the source of the fragrance and the reasons given by the Ninth Prince's body, Feng Qingchen couldn't laugh.

It was inconvenient to go out in broad daylight and take the carriage prepared by the inn. The Ninth Prince was also unwilling to go to the carriage shop to rent someone else's carriage, so the two of them walked out.

As soon as Feng Qingchen left the inn, he discovered something was wrong. It seemed like they were being followed. Feng Qingchen did not dare to turn back and explain to the Ninth Prince in detail. He could only walk out with his eyes closed, heading towards the busiest street.

Feng Qingchen pretended to be looking at the stalls on the street, but in fact she was paying attention to the person following them. After making sure that it was not her suspicion, Feng Qingchen stopped in front of a stall selling pearl hairpins and picked them up. When the Ninth Prince walked behind her, Feng Qingchen picked up a pearl hairpin and turned to the Ninth Prince and said, "Does it look good?"

The smile was shy, with a hint of expectation. Feng Qingchen felt that her acting skills were pretty good, and she played the role of a newly married young wife very well.

"It looks good." The Ninth Prince was referring to the person.

"Then can you help me put it on?" Feng Qingchen held up the hairpin and handed it to the Ninth Prince. They looked at each other with tenderness and affection. Even the peddler selling hairpins could tell that this was a newlywed couple with a good relationship. The peddler quickly recommended it, "Madam, you have good taste. This plum blossom pearl hairpin is a good match for you."

Ahem, Feng Qingchen’s hair is tied up in a woman’s bun.

Plum blossom pearl hairpin?

When Feng Qingchen heard the vendor's words, she realized that she had picked up the only plum blossom hairpin on the stall, and she felt indescribable loss for a moment.

Every little detail of the journey to Xiling came to her mind again. What happened on that journey was a very precious memory to her. She saw a simple Ninth Prince who loved and spoiled her with the simplest and most direct actions, with only her in his eyes.

But when he arrived in Xiling, the Ninth Prince became the unfathomable man again, with thousands of calculations and plans in his mind, and he could make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand.

Such a gap made Feng Qingchen unable to adapt for a while.

The peddler saw that the Ninth Prince was staring at Feng Qingchen without blinking and reaching out to take the pearl hairpin without knowing it, so he started to tease her. But before he could start to speak, he was glanced at by the Ninth Prince and shut up immediately in fright.

The Ninth Prince took the hairpin, leaned forward, and carefully inserted it. The two were very close to each other, and Feng Qingchen could still smell the lingering fragrance on the Ninth Prince's body. She regained her composure in an instant.

"We are being followed." Feng Qingchen leaned in the arms of the Ninth Prince, letting him adjust her hairpin for her, and took the opportunity to speak...