Throughout the entire lunch, Feng Jiu’er didn’t eat much; it wasn’t that she had no time to eat — though she was indeed quite busy — it was simply that her appetite wasn’t very good.

During the meal, the two of them barely spoke; feeling troubled inside, Feng Jiu’er wasn’t in the mood for joking around.

After lunch, the two returned to the bedchamber. Feng Jiu’er supported Zhan Qingcheng and had him sit on the edge of the bed.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, take off your robe — I’m going to give you acupuncture treatment.” Feng Jiu’er took out her needle pouch and spread it open beside her.

Looking back over again, she discovered that the person sitting on the edge of the bed hadn’t moved an inch.

Glancing at him, Feng Jiu’er let out a light sigh, stood in front of him, and reached out with her small hands to undo the sash on the man’s robe.

“Your external injuries have already healed quite a bit, but the internal injuries haven’t healed yet — you still can’t channel your energy.”

Taking off his outer robe, then unfastening his inner garment, his broad, sturdy chest was revealed before Feng Jiu’er.

Did this fellow’s body really have to be this good? It was far too perfect, without an ounce of excess flesh on it.

From Zhan Qingcheng’s vantage point, he could clearly see Feng Jiu’er’s slender, willow-leaf brows lift slightly before she finally withdrew her gaze from his body.

“Your injuries are truly serious — I don’t have a way to fix this either.”

Feng Jiu’er wasn’t even sure whether she’d managed not to swallow nervously — to keep herself from looking like some lecherous woman, she had no choice but to hurry and get to the point.

“Unless a top-tier master channels energy to clear your meridians and fuse this strand of true qi within your body, it really won’t be easy for you to recover.”

Feng Jiu’er gave the man in front of her a gentle push, and Zhan Qingcheng lay down on the bed.

“It’s a shame my Fourth Imperial Uncle is still injured too, otherwise he might have been able to help.”

Letting out a light sigh, Feng Jiu’er took a silver needle out from the needle pouch.

Sensing that the man on the bed’s aura had suddenly turned a few degrees colder, Feng Jiu’er lowered her eyes to glance at him, pressing her lips together.

Paying no mind to this person whose expression shifted unpredictably all day long, she sat down on the chair by the bed, focusing her attention on his chest.

“Are you very close with Prince Ye?” Suddenly, Zhan Qingcheng’s deep voice rang out.

A certain man very much liked hearing the little girl call him Ninth Imperial Uncle, but he had no wish to hear her address other men in that same tone — it left him displeased!

Feng Jiu’er looked at him, her crescent brows furrowing slightly, and picked up a second silver needle.

“The Fourth Imperial Uncle treats me very well, and I like him too.”

Clearly, the moment the silver needle pierced his flesh, the man’s muscles tensed for an instant.

Feng Jiu’er immediately withdrew the needle, looking at Zhan Qingcheng with her crescent brows furrowed.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, what’s wrong? Is something hurting somewhere?”

Zhan Qingcheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice, “From now on, you’re not allowed to get too close to Prince Ye!”

Thinking that the little girl had ditched him that morning most likely to go see this so-called Fourth Imperial Uncle, Zhan Qingcheng’s aura turned even colder.

But at least, for now, his muscles had relaxed.

Feng Jiu’er looked at that cold, resolute face, momentarily unable to react.

After a moment, she finally asked in a low voice, “What exactly is wrong with you? What’s improper about me being close with the Fourth Imperial Uncle?”

“Girl.” Zhan Qingcheng reached out his large hand and grabbed Feng Jiu’er’s arm. “When I say it’s not allowed, it’s not allowed!”

Meeting his displeased gaze, it took Feng Jiu’er’s tightly furrowed eyes roughly a minute or two to slowly relax.

She moved her right hand, breaking free of his grip.

“Don’t you dare think about crippling my hand — I still need it to treat you.”

No longer looking at this fellow who seemed to be jealous, Feng Jiu’er raised an eyebrow and swiftly, precisely, and ruthlessly inserted the second silver needle.

“Don’t move! Relax! Otherwise you’re the one who’ll suffer.” Holding the third silver needle, she still couldn’t help reminding him, uneasy.

“My Fourth Imperial Uncle is nearly forty years old — a man old enough to be my father, not to mention that we’re also blood relatives.”

“Besides, I already have ten consort-attendants now — for the time being, I have no spare thought to put toward any other man.”

Feng Jiu’er looked at this aloof, cold fellow, and her mood seemed to lift just a tiny bit.

Having such a handsome man get jealous over her was, after all, something worth feeling proud about.

“Don’t move! If I get the acupuncture point wrong, you’ll… ugh, don’t move!”

Zhan Qingcheng didn’t obediently stay still because of her words; if anything, he seemed unable to lie still at all.

“Don’t move, all right?” Feng Jiu’er, at her wit’s end, had no choice but to press down hard on his arm. “Move again and I’ll get angry!”

After all, she was a dignified princess of the Feng clan — Feng Jiu’er had actually thought that saying she’d get angry would be enough to make him settle down.

Yet unexpectedly, the person on the bed paid her no heed at all.

It seemed that as long as what she said didn’t align with his wishes, he would rather hurt himself than let her continue treating him.

“Fine, those consort-attendants — I haven’t even given them a second glance. Having you, and Mu Mu, and Jian Yi is already enough — where would I even find the mood for…”

Watching the fellow trying to sit up, Feng Jiu’er truly grew anxious.

“Zhan Qingcheng, don’t move! It’s only you — there’s no Mu Mu, no Jian Yi! There’s only you alone, all right?”

Feng Jiu’er stood up and pressed down hard on his arm, not allowing him to sit up.

“Only you, really! Don’t get up, there’s no one else, right, for now there’s no one else… don’t move!”

Feng Jiu’er truly felt like she was going to lose it — when this fellow started acting reckless with his own life, even she found it frightening.

The treatment had already begun — what exactly was he trying to do?

“There will never be anyone else, only you — now lie back down properly, or else I’ll go find a hundred more men to bring back.”

“No wait, what I meant was… I was just trying to scare you. There’s no, there’s no hundred men, there’s only you, truly only you, believe me!”

Having finally managed, with great difficulty, to calm down this most disobedient patient, Feng Jiu’er let out a light sigh before picking up the next silver needle.

Just as she was about to insert the needle, Zhan Qingcheng’s voice rang out.

“Remember the words you said today!”

Looking at this man who, right before closing his eyes, still shot her one last glare, Feng Jiu’er pressed her lips together lightly and shook her head.

This was no different from coaxing a child into taking medicine — Ninth Imperial Uncle, did you really believe it?

For the next half hour, Zhan Qingcheng lay there obediently, his breathing steady.

Feng Jiu’er didn’t know whether he had fallen asleep, and had no time to pay it any mind.

With every single treatment, she was extremely careful and cautious.

Not to mention that she was now treating a man who, by all accounts, had been gravely wounded by her Fourth Imperial Uncle while coming to find her.

With every movement, Feng Jiu’er was extremely meticulous and careful — she would not allow herself to make any mistake.

When Zhan Qingcheng woke up, he saw the little girl had fallen asleep slumped over beside him.

He blinked, then reached out his large hand and gently rubbed the top of her head.

“No! Don’t kill her, no! Father Emperor, let her go, she’s innocent, Father Emperor, no! Let her go!”

The girl, still murmuring in her sleep, suddenly jolted awake. She lifted her head, both hands gripping tightly onto Zhan Qingcheng’s hand.

As Feng Jiu’er’s eyes met Zhan Qingcheng’s gaze, her eyes were unfocused and clouded, without any clarity at all.

After being gently patted on the back, her hazy eyes slowly began to clear.

“Nin— Ninth Imperial Uncle.”