For a woman to be able to stand tall in the palace, in addition to her family background, her personal skills should not be underestimated. Feng Qingchen always felt that her heart was cold and ruthless, but when she compared it with Concubine Xie, she realized that her little skills were not enough.
Don't dare to look.
When she said to Concubine Xie Huang, "Mother, the fetus in your belly is a prince, but your body seems to have been damaged, which will affect the health of the little prince."
Concubine Xie Huang asked directly: "What are the chances of giving birth to a healthy prince?"
When Concubine Xie found out that there was only 70%, she directly asked her to prepare the medicine for aborting the child.
"Empress, if you want to abort this child, the chance of getting pregnant again in the future is zero." Feng Qingchen said coldly.
She always thought that her mother was great. Even if her mother abandoned her when she was born, she always thought that her mother must have some difficulties.
But seeing Concubine Xie calculating the value of her unborn child in this way, Feng Qingchen realized that not all mothers truly love their children. Sometimes children are just tools to their mothers.
Even if she makes excuses for her mother, it can't change the fact that her mother used her as a tool, and when her tool became useless, she was abandoned.
In modern times, her life experience is actually very bloody and romantic. She was a little secretary who seduced a married wealthy boss, got pregnant, hid in the countryside, and gave birth to the child.
When she was born and found out that she was a daughter, her mother was very disappointed but still came to her door with her in her arms. As a result, the other party refused to recognize her at all, even if there was a paternity test report, and directly gave her mother a sum of money and told her to get out.
Her mother threw her into an orphanage, took the money, changed her name, and flew abroad.
She had not thought about the past life for a long time, let alone her own life experience, but because of Concubine Xie Huang, she inexplicably remembered the past life.
After coming out of the palace, Feng Qingchen has been in a bad mood, unable to cheer up, and his whole body is wilted. There seems to be an unknown sadness covering his body, as if he has been abandoned by the whole world.
That night, when Uncle Nine Emperors appeared in Feng Qingchen's small courtyard in the West District, Feng Qingchen didn't even think much. He raised his eyelids and said hello calmly: "I've met Uncle Nine Emperors."
"Hmm." What happened to Feng Qingchen? Could it be that Tian Tian was really wronged in the palace?
Uncle Jiuhuang frowned slightly. He had not heard that Feng Qingchen had been wronged by the queen or the imperial concubine. Could it be that he was worried about the competition?
Uh... Thinking of this, Uncle Nine Emperors felt a little guilty. He sat opposite Feng Qingchen without saying a word and just stayed with her quietly, hoping that her mood would be better.
"Uncle Nine Emperors? What do you want to do with me?" Uncle Nine Emperors kept talking for a while, and Feng Qingchen had to brace up to deal with her. She had no interest in dealing with Uncle Nine Emperors today. Feng Qingchen only hoped to get rid of him early.
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"Yeah." The Nine Emperors Uncle nodded: "How is the second prince's prosthetic leg doing?" He obviously wanted to ask: Why are you unhappy, but the words suddenly turned into this sentence on the tip of his tongue.
"Everything went well. Let the Second Prince rest assured that there won't be any problems on my side." As expected, it was because of this incident that Feng Qingchen couldn't hide her disappointment. She was more fragile tonight, and even the smallest thing could make her mood worse.
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Feng Qingchen sadly discovered that Uncle Nine Emperors was like her mother in her previous life. No matter how best he said it, he only regarded her as a tool, but her tool was still useful to him now.
She was really a failure in life. The two people she cared about the most in her past and present lives were not sincere to her. Feng Qingchen looked up at the ceiling with a self-deprecating smile.
What's wrong with this woman? Uncle Nine Emperors felt a little uneasy. He had rarely seen Feng Qingchen like this, so he could only ask tentatively: "But are you worried about the competition with the Su family?"
Feng Qingchen nodded indifferently and took it as such, otherwise how could she explain her current situation.
"You're just a member of the Su family. What's so scary? You can still be defeated by Su Wan." He didn't like Feng Qingchen's lack of confidence. Feng Qingchen wanted to trample all the women in the world under his feet.
of arrogance.
"What if I lose?" She, Feng Qingchen, is a human being, not a god. She is a human being, so she cannot always win. Even if she is hailed as a medical genius in modern times, there are still people who cannot heal well, and there are still patients who die.
On the operating table.
"You won't lose." Even if you lose, no matter what, with me here, there is nothing those people can do to you.
"So, I will definitely win?" Feng Qingchen looked up at Uncle Jiuhuang, his black eyes were empty and lifeless. Uncle Jiuhuang's heart ached. When he found out, he had already walked to Feng Qingchen's side and spoke.
The question I wanted to ask as soon as I asked it: "Feng Qingchen, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, I'm just in a bad mood." Maybe Jiuhuangshu's tone was too gentle, or maybe Feng Qingchen was too weak today. She wanted to find someone to rely on, and Jiuhuangshu just happened to appear.
Is this okay? If nothing happened, he would look like he was abandoned by everyone. Uncle Nine Emperors was dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen’s perfunctory behavior and asked, "What happened?"
Such Feng Qingchen was as fragile as a baby and needed to be held in his arms and comforted softly. This thought came to Uncle Jiuhuang's mind, and he did the same thing the next second.
He pulled the person up and held him in his arms. As Feng Qingchen exclaimed, Uncle Nine Emperors spun around and sat where Feng Qingchen was sitting, while Feng Qingchen sat in his arms.
"Don't move."
"Ah..." Feng Qingchen was startled, but the next second he fell into a warm and familiar embrace. Smelling the familiar bamboo fragrance of Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen gave up struggling, like a kitten.
He rubbed it against Uncle Nine Emperors.
The familiar smell makes people feel safe.
"Xiu?" The voices of Tong Yao and Tong Jue came from outside the door. They were about to come in, but were pushed back by Feng Qingchen: "I'm fine, you guys go down."
"Yes." Tong Yao and Tong Jue did not insist. They knew that Feng Qingchen was not in a good mood today.
Uncle Jiuhuang was very happy about Feng Qingchen's gentleness. He knew that this woman still cared about him, and his heart was bubbling with joy, but he still kept a straight face.
Smelling the familiar scent of medicine on Feng Qingchen's body, Uncle Nine Emperors rubbed his forehead against Feng Qingchen's head, and the hand around Feng Qingchen's waist tightened: "Don't worry, I am here.
, you’ll be fine.”
"Yes." Feng Qingchen responded with a rare response, and leaned into the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors, adjusted himself to a comfortable position, and nestled in Uncle Nine Emperors' arms without moving: "Uncle Nine Emperors,
Let me lean on you." Just for a moment, just tonight, when the pain in her heart subsides, she will still be the strong Feng Qingchen.
Uncle Nine Emperors didn't say anything, he just gently stroked Feng Qingchen's back with a gentle attitude.
Ahem, he doesn't know how to comfort people. He remembers that when he was sad when he was a child, his master would pat him on the back like this, and he would feel better every time.
Neither of them spoke, and the room was quiet except for each other's breathing. Feng Qingchen lay in the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors, recalling many things, from the past life to this life...