Emperor Phoenix: The Divine Doctor and Abandoned Concubine 969 Reunion, Save One and Kill One

After walking for a whole day, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen arrived at a small town not far from the imperial city before sunset, where they found an inn to stay in.

The two did not argue about whether to have one room or two rooms. Instead, after returning to the room, they started arguing about who would sleep on the floor and who would sleep in the bedroom.

Feng Qingchen said, "You are a prince, how can you sleep on the floor? I will just sleep on the floor. Anyway, I have slept on it before, so I won't be unaccustomed to it."

"You are a woman, and I am not shameless enough to let a woman sleep on the floor while you sleep on the bed." said the Ninth Prince.

"So what if she's a woman? If she were a maid serving you, she would definitely have to sleep on the floor." Feng Qingchen refused.

The Ninth Prince did not back down either: "This prince does not need a maid, so this problem does not exist. You go to bed, don't make this prince angry."

"No, you sleep on the floor. You are spoiled and you will definitely not be used to sleeping on the floor. What if you catch a cold?" Feng Qingchen said

Ninth Prince: "I am not that squeamish. Well, no matter what you say, I will not let you sleep on the floor. Since you don't want me to sleep on the floor, then let's sleep together. The bed is big enough."

Feng Qingchen rejected it without even thinking: "No, I will not sleep on the same bed with you. I said three months, and it means three months. This is a matter of principle, and it is sacred and cannot be broken. Even Uncle Nine can't do that."

The Ninth Prince's face turned black: "..."

Feng Qingchen quickly came forward and said, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. If you want to sleep on the floor, then sleep on it. I won't stop you. I'll put new bedding on the floor and make sure you won't catch a cold even if you sleep on the floor."

Look up at the sky!

When did this prince want to sleep on the floor? It was obviously you who didn't let me sleep on the floor.

So…for the next ten days, the Ninth Prince slept on the floor because he refused to ask for an extra room. |

When the emperor received this news, he sighed and said, "My ninth brother is truly a lovesick man." He then threw the information aside and no longer cared about it.

The emperor is very busy, so he doesn't have the time to care about trivial matters like the Ninth Uncle.

Although Feng Qingchen repeatedly assured that they would not catch a cold if they slept on the floor, after sleeping on the floor for more than ten days, the Ninth Prince caught a severe cold, so... the group had to stop and wait for the Ninth Prince to recover.

This news was immediately passed to the emperor's desk. The emperor flipped through it casually and ignored it. After all, a cold would not kill the ninth uncle.

The Ninth Prince needed a comfortable environment to recuperate, but the place where they stayed was a small county town and the inn was quite simple. The Ninth Prince could barely accept staying for one night, but he firmly disagreed to recuperate in this small inn, as the inn was too dirty.

For the sake of the Ninth Prince's health, Feng Qingchen had someone take the Ninth Prince's token and requisition the local county magistrate's private residence, a small courtyard in a very remote area. Although it was also simple, it was much better than the inn.

The Ninth Prince reluctantly agreed, and the group stayed at the private residence, claiming that he was recuperating and refusing any visits.

Because he had been traveling all the way and had not received proper care, the Ninth Prince's condition had relapsed repeatedly. In addition, there were few good medicinal materials in the small county, so the Ninth Prince's condition had not improved at all. This was the news the Emperor had received.

In fact, on the night that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen moved into the county magistrate's private residence, the two of them secretly slipped away when it was dark and windy, and took the water route, heading south of the Yangtze River, preparing to meet the prince.

Unfortunately, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen, two living people, slipped away right under the emperor's nose, and the news the emperor received was still that the Ninth Prince was recuperating in his private residence.

On an inconspicuous large ship, a woman in a sky blue dress stood alone at the bow. There was no one on the deck. The woman was alone, exuding a calm and peaceful aura, standing at the bow and looking into the distance.

The breeze blew towards her, and her sky blue skirt fluttered in the wind. Her long black hair fluttered behind her, and the green mountains and green waters behind her became the best background. From a distance, the woman seemed to be surrounded by the green mountains and green waters.

When the Ninth Prince walked out of the cabin, he saw Feng Qingchen standing in the wind with his hands behind his back, an indifferent look on his face, as if he was thinking about something.

"Are you worried about the prince's condition?" The Ninth Prince walked over and stood side by side with Feng Qingchen, admiring the green mountains and clear waters together.

"Yes, I was not very sure about the prince's illness. This time you arranged it so suddenly, and I was not prepared at all." Feng Qingchen did not move and still looked into the distance.

Before leaving, she had no idea that the Ninth Prince was in such a hurry to go to Shandong because he wanted to take a detour to Jiangnan to treat the prince's illness. She was being forced into it.

"Don't worry too much. Just do your best to cure the prince's illness. The prince died in Jiangnan, and no one will think that it has anything to do with you." The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen's hand and comforted her.

He took great pains, sleeping on the floor and pretending to be sick, just so that no one would know that Feng Qingchen was going to treat the prince.

In this way, whether the prince lives or dies has nothing to do with Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen will not be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of the emperor and Dongling Ziluo for curing the prince, nor will she be retaliated by the prince's faction for failing to cure the prince.

"How can I not be worried." Feng Qingchen frowned slightly. Doctors are always unhappy when a patient dies on the operating table. The prince's disease is really difficult to cure.

"Ninth Uncle, didn't the imperial physician say earlier that the Crown Prince's depression had been cured and that he could live for another two years? Why are you in such a hurry to have me treat him? Acting in such a hurry and without any preparation will not be good for the Crown Prince's condition."

Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince had arranged everything, but she still didn't want to do it. She had seen the prince's heart disease and it was very serious. The best way was to transplant his heart, but to transplant the prince's heart, they would have to remove it from a living body, which she couldn't do.

She couldn't kill someone just to save him, even if that person was the prince. She wouldn't feel guilty about killing someone, but she felt extremely guilty about removing organs from a living person, and she simply couldn't bring herself to do it.

"The two-year lifespan is told to the emperor. The prince's health is not optimistic. The imperial physician estimates that he can live for a maximum of three months." If not for this, he would not have rushed to Shandong and pretended to be sick to take Feng Qingchen to Jiangnan.

The prince will not live long, so Feng Qingchen is going there to give it a try. If he is cured, everyone will be happy. If the prince dies, they will make sure he dies in the most valuable way.

"Three months? Are you kidding me? I didn't think the prince was going to die before." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but raise his voice.

The Ninth Prince thought she was a god, but she only had three months left to live. How could she save her?

"The imperial physician said that the prince was extremely happy and sad, and his heart disease relapsed. On the surface, it seemed that the prince's heart could no longer bear the burden. Qingchen, I understand that this matter is very difficult for you. I say, just do your best. Whether the prince lives or dies has nothing to do with you." The Ninth Prince patted Feng Qingchen's shoulder and comforted him.

Feng Qingchen knew that she had no choice.

Huh... Exhaling a breath of foul air, Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and nodded vigorously: "I will do my best for the Crown Prince's affairs, but don't hold too high hopes. You'd better make arrangements early."

The Ninth Prince said nothing. He placed his hands on Feng Qingchen's shoulders and gently held her in his arms...

They will face all the storms together!

A message to readers: Biting lips and fingers, poor Caicai caught a cold. She had a mild cold before, but she didn't want to take medicine and wanted to bear it, but she didn't expect it to get worse and worse...