The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 323 If she can't heal the prince brother, hum!
Cang Aotian clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on Feng Qingcheng, his gentle tone was majestic, "Qingcheng, if you have anything to prepare, just tell me, I will order someone to prepare it for you in advance."

Feng Qingcheng shook her head, and replied lightly, "I don't need anything, I just need a quiet enough environment."

Just now Nan Lingyue said that she wanted to go with her, but she deliberately said that she needed to be quiet, clearly because she didn't want this charming and cheeky princess to follow her.

Cang Aotian could also guess a thing or two about her thoughts, waved his big hand, and said, "In that case, everyone should leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

All the ministers left one after another, but Nan Lingyue Lai stayed where he was and refused to leave.

She turned her head and glanced at Feng Qingcheng, with worry and suspicion on her face, "But, how can you let the prince brother be alone with her?"

Feng Qingcheng raised the corners of her lips calmly, and said sarcastically, "Since the princess dancer doubts me, why did you send your Nanyue prince all the way to Yuncang?"

A Nanyue envoy next to him immediately grabbed Nan Lingyue, and persuaded with earnestness in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Princess, His Royal Highness's eye disease was not cured by so many famous doctors in South Vietnam. Wushu Wushuang, let's trust her once. The old minister implores the princess to put the overall situation first, and not to use righteousness to act."

In fact, a more straightforward interpretation of his words is that the possibility of the crown prince's eyes being cured by ordinary doctors is very slim, it is better to let Yuncang's witch doctor do it.

Nan Lingyue also knew that if her brother hadn't had nowhere to seek medical treatment, he wouldn't have lowered his profile and asked Lord Yuncang for help through marriage.

The hands beside her were clenched into fists, and she gritted her teeth, "Trust her for now, if she can't heal the prince's elder brother, hum! This princess will settle new and old debts with her!"

After they left, Cang Aotian reached out and patted Feng Qingcheng's shoulder, his majestic and handsome face showed rare kindness, and asked in a chatty tone, "Qingcheng, how sure are you of healing the eyes of the Nanyue Prince?"

He is so concerned about this matter because if Yun Cang can cure the eye disease of the Nanyue prince, the diplomatic relations between the two countries will be promoted. In a short period of time, there will be no more wars in the border areas, and the people will not be displaced.

Feng Qingcheng met his gaze and paused for a moment, "Your Majesty, do you want to listen to the truth or a lie?"

"Of course it's true."

"The truth is that I have never used witchcraft to cure eye diseases, so if you ask how sure I am, I can only answer that you don't know."

Cang Aotian also knew that Prince Nanyue's eye disease was not so easy to cure, otherwise he wouldn't have been cured for so many years.

"It's okay, don't have any pressure, just do your best and obey the destiny."

"Yes."

Cang Aotian gave her a few more instructions, and then left with a group of followers.

The Royal Garden, which was bustling just now, suddenly became deserted, so quiet that one could hear the chirping of birds on the branches.

Feng Qingcheng looked up at the figure sitting in the pavilion, feeling more and more familiar.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, settled her mind, and then slowly walked over there.

People who have been blind for a long time usually have relatively sharp hearing, so before Feng Qingcheng stepped into the pavilion, the Nanyue Crown Prince had already turned his head slowly, and 'looked' in her direction with those eyes covered in white silk.

"Feng Qingcheng?"

Before she could speak, he had already called out her name first.

His brows, eyes and nose were almost completely covered by the white silk, and his thin lips were slightly curved.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the profile of his profile, and was dazed for a moment, "Yes."

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