Feng Jiu’er wondered if her eyes had been playing tricks on her. Just now, when the Ninth Imperial Uncle had turned around, she could have sworn she saw him… blushing.

Blushing? Was that even possible? Could he be running a fever, his face flushed red from the heat?

But he looked completely normal, not the slightest bit like someone who was ill.

Still puzzled, Jiu’er got out of bed, where the attendants had already brought warm water for her.

Washing up the ancient way was such a hassle. After finally getting herself clean and changing into the clothes they had sent over, Feng Jiu’er finally stepped out the door.

“Where’s the Ninth Imperial Uncle?” Spotting Yu Jingfeng passing by in the corridor, Feng Jiu’er hurried after him.

Caught off guard at the sight of her, Yu Jingfeng froze for a moment, and then his face flushed scarlet.

“Miss, Miss Jiu’er, that, um… last night, you… ah, never mind, I was just asking, are you… feeling better now?”

Yu Jingfeng really wanted to slap himself across the head to clear his mind.

But seeing Feng Jiu’er now, his thoughts immediately jumped to the picture album he’d given the Ninth Prince the night before.

After the Prince had finished looking through it, he had gone straight into the bedchamber, where Miss Jiu’er had been sleeping.

That night, the two of them had not come out at all. He hadn’t dared go near, and had no idea what had happened between them in that room.

But still, a man who had just looked at those pictures of spring, summer, autumn, and winter, then returned to a room with a woman in it, and spent the whole night there with her…

Ahhhh! Their pure and untainted Ninth Prince must have been… defiled by Miss Jiu’er, waaah…

Yu Jingfeng hung his head low, not daring to even glance at Feng Jiu’er. “That, I… I’ll go first… I, um…”

“Big Brother Yu, did you take the wrong medicine or something? Having a fit?”

Out of professional habit, Feng Jiu’er immediately reached out and pressed her hand to his forehead.

The moment her small hand touched his burning-hot forehead, Yu Jingfeng froze, and then his expression changed drastically.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees before Feng Jiu’er. “I… this subordinate! This subordinate didn’t mean anything by it! This subordinate never touched Miss Jiu’er, absolutely not!”

Oh no! Was it too late to swear his innocence now? He really hadn’t touched Feng Jiu’er — she was the one who had touched him first!

But the way the Prince was looking at him, it was as if he wanted to tear him apart!

Waaah, this world was too terrifying. He felt like running home to his mother, waaah…

“Big Brother Yu, why are you kneeling to me?” Feng Jiu’er was startled by his reaction. “I’m perfectly fine…”

She suddenly turned around and saw a figure clad in pure white striding toward them.

It was the Ninth Imperial Uncle. Though Yu Jingfeng usually showed him respect, he had never bowed this deeply before.

What was going on today?

“Get out,” Zhan Qingcheng’s voice was icy and cold to the extreme.

Yu Jingfeng scrambled to his feet, still keeping his head bowed, not daring to glance at either of them.

“That, this subordinate has already had breakfast prepared, under the pavilion in the courtyard. Please, Your Highness and Miss Jiu’er, enjoy your meal. This subordinate will take his leave now.”

In a flash, Yu Jingfeng’s figure had vanished from sight.

Feng Jiu’er stared in the direction he’d disappeared, utterly captivated.

“Amazing.” She couldn’t help but praise him out loud. That lightness skill was simply incredible!

If one day she could reach that level herself, then she really would have nothing left to be desired.

Oh wait, if she could also deepen her inner cultivation, or perhaps take a tenth of the Ninth Imperial Uncle’s inner energy for herself, then she truly would have no flaws left at all. Heh heh, what a perfect life that would be…