876 quarrel, you trampled on my feelings

There were the most guards outside Wang Qi's ward. They dared not to greet Dong Ling Ziluo, but they did not have the courage to greet the Ninth Prince. Without any hesitation, the guards knelt down and shouted, "Greetings to the Ninth Prince. Long live ...

The sound insulation of the wooden house is definitely not good, and the guards' voices are quite loud, so it is impossible for Feng Qingchen not to hear them.

"You're really impatient." Feng Qingchen smiled, but he didn't stop the work in his hands. With a snap, he knocked off the bottle cap, raised the syringe to draw out the medicine in the bottle, and threw the empty bottle aside.

Feng Qingchen didn't care about what happened outside the door at all. She believed that the Ninth Prince knew what she was doing and would not come in to disturb her. After drawing the medicine, she prepared to give Wang Qi the injection.

Because the dose in the syringe was large, Feng Qingchen chose intramuscular injection. Wang Qi's arms were all wrapped in bandages, so Feng Qingchen could only choose to inject in his buttocks.

The buttocks are rich in muscles, less irritating, rich in blood vessels, and easy to absorb, making them the best choice. Feng Qingchen asked the secret guard maid to come forward and help take off Wang Qi's pants.

When the secret guard maid heard that the Ninth Emperor was coming, she was a little hesitant at first, but when she saw Feng Qingchen's calmness, she calmed down and stepped forward to unbutton Wang Qi's pants.

Looking at the two maids' quick movements, it was clear that this was not the first time. Besides, Feng Qingchen didn't ask them to take off Wang Qi's pants completely, only exposing a quarter of them.

Feng Qingchen picked up a cotton swab beside her and wiped it on Wang Qi's buttocks to facilitate the injection. When she was about to inject, she heard a loud "bang". Feng Qingchen was startled and looked up reflexively, just to meet the angry face of the Ninth Prince.

"Feng Qingchen, what are you doing?" As soon as he came in, he saw Feng Qingchen touching Wang Jinhan's buttocks. In addition, he was stopped outside the door, so the Ninth Prince was furious.

"Me?" Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. If it weren't for her high professional ethics and steadier hands, Feng Qingchen would definitely have left the needle on Wang Qi's buttocks.

"I'm giving Wang Qi an injection." Feng Qingchen quickly regained his composure when he realized he was distracted. He gave the Ninth Prince an apologetic look, indicating that he could talk to him later if he had anything else to say.

Feng Qingchen lowered her head and slowly injected the medicine in the syringe into Wang Qi's body. Fearing that something might go wrong, Feng Qingchen kept looking at the syringe intently, but in the eyes of the Ninth Prince, he was staring at Wang Jinhan's buttocks.

The Ninth Prince couldn't believe that Feng Qingchen took off another man's clothes in front of him and even touched another man's buttocks. He couldn't accept it.

With his hands clenched into fists and veins bulging, the Ninth Prince told himself to stay calm and not rush forward. If he interrupted Feng Qingchen's movements, Feng Qingchen would definitely turn against him, but...

This short injection process was even longer than today's morning court session for the Ninth Prince. He just watched as Feng Qingchen pulled out the needle and pressed the small stick on the spot where the needle had just been inserted. Then he heard Feng Qingchen say to the secret guard maid, "Put on the clothes for the Seventh Young Master."

The Ninth Prince discovered for the first time that he had such a long patience. It was not until the secret guard maid took care of Wang Qi that the Ninth Prince said, "Get out."

The gloomy tone and the suffocating low pressure told the secret guard maid that the Ninth Prince was very angry. The secret guard maid didn't even dare to say a word and ran out trembling.

Feng Qingchen frowned and glanced at the Ninth Uncle sideways, but did not speak. He carefully put away the syringe and the empty medicine bottle. After doing all this, he walked up to the Ninth Uncle and said, "Let's go out and talk."

The Ninth Prince was angry, and anyone with eyes could see it. Feng Qingchen didn’t know what the Ninth Prince was angry about, but she knew that this was not the right place to have a conversation.

"Hmph..." The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen coldly and arrogantly, then turned around and walked out.

That look... arrogant, ignoring everything, not taking anyone and anything seriously, just like the first time he saw the disheveled Feng Qingchen, just one look made people feel cold to the bone. Feng Qingchen stared blankly at the back of the Ninth Prince, not daring to move.

what happened?

"Follow me." Seeing that Feng Qingchen had not come out for a long time, the Ninth Prince stopped and turned around, but he did not wait for Feng Qingchen's instruction and continued to move forward.

"Miss." The housekeeper was frightened by the low pressure between the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen and dared not speak. He was also afraid that something might happen to Feng Qingchen, so he looked at her worriedly.

Feng Qingchen forced a smile: "I'm fine."

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the chill in her heart, Feng Qingchen quickly followed and went over what had happened recently in her mind. Apart from destroying the Ninth Princess's formal dress, Feng Qingchen didn't think she had done anything wrong.

Isn't the Ninth Prince so petty as to get so angry over a piece of clothing?

It's just a piece of clothing. Although it represents the identity of the Ninth Princess, we can just let the people in the palace make it. If Ru Cha is not angry about this, then what is it?

Feng Qingchen really couldn't imagine what else she had done that would make the Ninth Prince angry.

All the people around the study were driven away by the Ninth Prince, and even the secret guards could only guard from a distance. When Feng Qingchen walked into the study, he saw the Ninth Prince sitting in front of the desk, emitting a cold aura.

"Close the door." The Ninth Prince said coldly. Feng Qingchen felt guilty. Although he didn't like the commanding tone of the Ninth Prince, he still cooperated obediently. He closed the door with a snap and leaned against it, not daring to move forward.

"Ninth Uncle, are you okay?" Feng Qingchen asked cautiously, pressing his body against the door with a defensive look.

"I'm fine, but you are the one in trouble." With deep eyes that were unfathomable, the Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen without a trace of warmth in his eyes.

The Ninth Prince was really angry this time. When he thought of the scene he had just seen in the cabin, he had the urge to kill someone. If he had not retained his sanity, Wang Jinhan would be a corpse now.

Feng Qingchen pointed at his nose, looking puzzled: "Me? What's wrong with me?"

Could it be that the Emperor knew that she was the one who broke the Ninth Princess's formal dress, and then he put the blame on Dong Ling Zi Luo? That shouldn't be the case, no one could find evidence for this.

“Do you want me to tell you everything?” The Ninth Prince sneered.

Feng Qingchen frowned: "Qingchen doesn't understand, please ask Uncle Nine to explain clearly."

"You are still stubborn. Let me remind you that the Ninth Princess is in full dress." The Ninth Prince would never admit that he was angry because Feng Qingchen touched Wang Jinhan's buttocks.

He didn't care about Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling sleeping together in the wild, so how could he care about such a trivial matter? However, he didn't see them sleeping together with his own eyes.

As the saying goes, out of sight, out of mind. Sleeping together in the wild was also an unavoidable choice. Both of them would wrap themselves up tightly, not showing any skin. It was nothing like what he had just seen, Feng Qingchen directly touched another man, and touched that part. He really couldn't stand it...

As expected, it was about the clothes. Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief. "Uncle Nine, you have already given me the Ninth Princess's formal dress. It is mine and I have the right to dispose of it. I admit that my method of disposal was a bit rough, but at that time, I had no better way."

Feng Qingchen did not deny it anymore. The fact that the Ninth Prince asked about it meant that he knew the truth about the clothes being destroyed. If she denied it again, the Ninth Prince would probably be so angry that he would die...