Feng Jiu’er only felt a sharp sting on her shoulder.

Even so, it wasn’t unbearable.

What was unbearable was the flustered, slightly despairing realization that she had truly become someone’s medicinal catalyst.

A moment later, Zhan Qingcheng sat up beside her and closed his eyes to circulate his energy and heal.

As for the little maid who had been used up — she remained lying there face-down, bare and miserable, waiting for her own strength to recover.

From time to time she couldn’t help turning her head to steal a glance at him, but she could only see the edge of his thin bathrobe; his face was out of view.

The man was sitting right behind her, and she was still sprawled beside him in this unbearably suggestive position — yet now that he had made use of her, it seemed she held no more value to him whatsoever.

How had she ended up in such a pitiful state?

Having managed to scrape together just a sliver of strength, Feng Jiu’er carefully propped up her upper body a little. It seemed she might be able to sit up just a tiny bit.

She drew a deep breath, mustered every ounce of force she had, and pushed with all her might.

At last — she succeeded in rolling herself over!

That roll had taken more effort than it would take a two-or-three-month-old infant to do the same!

And yet, Feng Jiu’er quickly discovered she’d been better off face-down. Unfortunately, that roll had spent every last bit of her strength. Now, she had nothing left to roll back.

Oh heavens! Just let her knock her head against the wall and die — rolling over accomplished absolutely nothing!

Zhan Qingcheng opened his eyes slightly. The moment he did, Feng Jiu’er’s small face blazed crimson: “Close your eyes! You’re not allowed to look! Not allowed!”

She flailed frantically trying to block his line of sight — but her arms were so weak she couldn’t even lift them.

And so, the Ninth Prince, with great magnanimity, took in the full view before him.

“Is this, then, your way of seducing this Prince?” Not only did he not close his eyes — he looked with great thoroughness!

Feng Jiu’er truly wished she could slap herself to death. She’d been perfectly fine just lying face-down — why on earth had she rolled over? She had brought this entirely on herself!

“I’m not — you… aren’t you supposed to be circulating your energy to heal? Can you not just… just flip me back over?”

Now she understood what the Ninth Prince had meant when he said he wanted her.

He did indeed want her — only a little bit of her blood!

It was not that kind of wanting at all!

Feng Jiu’er didn’t know whether to mourn her dismally negative score in the allure department, or to rejoice that she had narrowly escaped calamity. Either way, the current situation was deeply awkward.

“This Prince is not inclined to.” Zhan Qingcheng continued staring at her, his gaze unwavering.

Gazing so openly at a woman’s body like that — did he not know the meaning of shame?

But right now, the enemy was strong and she was weak. Feng Jiu’er had no choice but to endure.

“Then… could Ninth Imperial Uncle perhaps… help cover me with the blanket?”

She truly felt her fate was miserable. A normal woman in this situation would have already fainted from sheer mortification.

Yet she had to summon her courage and beg him!

“This Prince finds the present view quite satisfactory.” With the view right there upon opening his eyes, why would one cover such scenery with a blanket?

Her plea falling on deaf ears, Feng Jiu’er’s temper finally flared: “You are shameless!”

“Are you implying this Prince could do something even more shameless?”

“No!” Feng Jiu’er shook her head hastily, only to realize even shaking her head took this much effort.

He said nothing more and closed his eyes to continue cultivating — though he would open them every so often to glance at her.

As he had said: the view was exceptional, so why not look?

Feng Jiu’er desperately wanted to slap this shameless scoundrel to death — if only she had the ability.

While he had his eyes closed practicing his cultivation, she bit her lip and strained with all her might, trying to push her body up.

No matter what, she had to… flip back over first!

Who had told her to eat her fill and cause herself trouble by rolling over in the first place? She had brought this suffering entirely upon herself — and had no one else to blame!