"Miss Jiu'er, the woman and the child were rescued. In addition, we also arrested seven people."
"Okay, bring everyone here, I want to interrogate them properly."
Feng Jiuer nodded.
"As for the doctor's wife and child, arrange a separate tent for them so they can meet each other."
"Yes, Miss Jiu'er."
The brother nodded, turned and left.
"Jiu'er, it seems that the Crown Prince really wants to start from Crowwood City. What preparations should we make?"
The voice of Qiao Mu sounded.
"What is supposed to come will always come. If Feng Qingyin wants to watch a show, our show must be done well."
Feng Jiuer frowned slightly, turned around, opened the curtain and walked out.
...The battle that finally stopped has started again. It is not only the soldiers who are suffering, but also the people of Crowwood City.
In just two days, the people hid in Tibet, and I heard that they all fled to the south.
In the southernmost part of Ding City, less than twenty miles away from Yamu City, a troop was stationed.
It was night, in a very luxurious tent in the tent camp, Zhan Yuheng, dressed in silver military uniform, was sitting at the desk reading military books.
A woman dressed elegantly and luxuriously but somewhat thinly came to the outside of the tent with the support of the palace maids.
Looking at the people coming, Qingyun who was guarding outside the tent had a dull expression, but still reluctantly gave up his position.
"Good luck to the noble concubine of the Qing Dynasty!"
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes at Qingyun, and her face suddenly darkened.
"I told you, don't call me Qing Guifei from now on!"
Feng Qingyin said this many times, and all the soldiers who went out changed their ways, but Qingyun was the only one who still went his own way.
Feng Qingyin is now the prince's wife, and will be the prince's concubine in the future. How can she tolerate herself continuing to be called a noble concubine?
But even if this was the case, Qingyun still never regarded Feng Qingyin as a princess.
"The prince is getting ready to go to bed. I wonder what Concubine Qing wants to do with the prince?"
Qingyun ignored Feng Qingyin's words and asked softly.
Feng Qingyin glanced at Qingyun with murderous eyes, and her eyes fell on the heavy curtain of the tent.
"I want to see the prince brother. The emperor asked me to assist the prince brother in the expedition. I will eat and sleep rough along the way. Is it easy for me?"
Feng Qingyin said "I", not me.
Even when addressing the prince, she used the same words as before, "Brother Prince" on the left and "Brother Prince" on the right.
It seemed that she wanted to completely erase her identity as a noble concubine.
Seeing her bulging her belly, Qingyun's face became darker, but there was nothing she could do.
Before Qingyun could report to Zhan Yuheng, Feng Qingyin suddenly covered her bulging belly: "Brother Prince, I have a stomachache, um, uncomfortable!"
"Come in."
Zhan Yuheng's deep voice came from inside the tent.
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes at Qingyun with a proud look on her face, and her eyes fell on the curtain.
Qingyun suppressed the suffocation in his heart, stretched out his palm, and opened the curtain.
Looking at the tall, handsome man inside, how could Feng Qingyin care about the others?
Anyway, after she takes the position of the Crown Princess, the first person she wants to kill is the annoying guy Qingyun.
"Brother Prince."
As soon as she walked into the tent, Feng Qingyin waved her hand.
Linglong, who was following her, blocked the door and reached out to touch Qingyun's hand, which was still holding the curtain open.
Qingyun put down the curtain, turned around, and stood by with a calm face.
"Brother Prince, why don't you rest?"
Feng Qingyin held her swollen belly and generously came to Zhan Yuheng and sat down next to him.
"Well, he's naughty again."
Lowering her head and rubbing her belly, Feng Qingyin raised her eyes and looked at Zhan Yuheng with a smile.
"Brother Prince, please touch and see, he is so naughty!"
Outside the tent, except for Feng Qingyin's personal maid Linglong, only Qingyun was left. She was not worried about who would listen to her words.
"Ouch! It hurts...Brother Prince, he is...naughty! I...hurt!"
There was no response from Zhan Yuheng, so Feng Qingyin's tone was a little higher.
"Brother Prince, do you think he looks like..." Zhan Yuheng finally closed the book, glanced sideways, and interrupted Feng Qingyin in a deep voice: "If you feel unwell, can you ask the imperial doctor to come over and take a look?"
"unnecessary!"
Feng Qingyin put on a flattering smile and reached out to hug Zhan Yuheng.
Zhan Yuheng turned his face away and turned sideways to avoid her touch.
"It's getting late, go back and rest early."
The man's voice was deep and full of disgust, but the people beside him didn't take it seriously at all.
"Brother Prince, I want you to accompany me tonight."
Feng Qingyin pursed her lips and leaned over, successfully holding Zhan Yuheng's arm.
"The child needs a father, and I'm afraid even if I'm alone!"
"You..." Zhan Yuheng looked sideways at Feng Qingyin, his breath getting deeper and deeper.
"fine."
Feng Qingyin raised her head to meet his gaze, shook her head with a smile, "Linglong and Qingyun are guarding outside, no one dares to approach."
"Brother Crown Prince, when are you going to tell the Emperor clearly about our affairs? I don't want to be called a concubine anymore. I want to be a crown concubine."
"We even have children, don't we?"
Feng Qingyin lowered her head and stroked her belly again, "The child will definitely grow up to be as handsome as you in the future."
He had convinced himself countless times to accept this woman because of the child in her belly. Unfortunately, to this day, he was still powerless.
Suddenly being pushed, Feng Qingyin lay down on the soft blanket and cried bitterly.
"Uuuu...Brother Prince, you don't love Qing'er anymore, you don't love our child anymore."
"Brother Prince, you don't want Qing'er, you don't want our child, right?
Ouch...it hurts, my stomach hurts..." "Brother Prince, why are you so cruel?
It’s just that the baby misses you, and I don’t want to come and disturb him, wuwu… the baby, he misses daddy.”
Zhan Yuheng looked back and called in a low voice: "Qingyun."
Qingyun immediately opened the curtain and appeared in the tent.
"Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"I don't want to hire a doctor, I just want to stay."
Before Zhan Yuheng could speak, Feng Qingyin's voice sounded again.
"Brother Prince, please don't do this to Qing'er, okay?"
"I will be obedient from now on and not make you angry, wuwu..." "Brother Prince, I just don't want my child to be born and call another man daddy. Am I wrong too?"
Linglong hurriedly walked in and helped Feng Qingyin up who had fallen on the blanket.
Feng Qingyin moved to get closer to Zhan Yuheng, but quickly stopped.
She took a deep breath, took out her handkerchief, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Brother Prince, don't be angry! My stomach doesn't hurt anymore. Brother Prince, please don't be angry with Qing'er again, okay?"
