The Ninth Princess is beautiful and sassy

The sound of the door closing brought Long Qian back to his senses.

When she turned her head and looked out, she saw a tall figure still sitting beside the bed.

"Your Highness, why did you come back suddenly?"

Long Qian didn't know how long he slept. It was probably not two days, but maybe a day and a half.

I was so hungry that my back pressed against my chest.

Judging from the sunshine outside the window, it should be morning now.

Long Qian didn't want to ask anything, he just hoped to have some normal communication with Chu Dongling.

She hadn't forgotten that night whenever she mentioned his physical condition, he would work harder to prove how strong he was.

"I felt uneasy, so I came back." Chu Dongling leaned over and touched her forehead, "How is it? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Long Qian met his gaze and was lost for a moment.

He seemed to be back to normal again, the concern in his eyes was real, and the palms of his hands also felt warm.

Long Qian calmed down and uttered a few words: "I'm hungry."

She didn't want to be alone with him, her legs were still numb like her own, and there was indescribable pain.

The spirit of King Ling will always be a mystery.

Didn't you mean to do that kind of thing for several nights in a row? How could he still have the energy to torture her like this?
But he does have this ability, and it is even better than what he had on his wedding night.

There was a knock on the door, and Nie Qingqing's voice came in.

"Your Highness, Miss Yue'er wants to see you!"

Chu Dongling let go of Long Qian's hand and turned around: "Come in."

"Yes." Nie Qingqing responded, opened the door and walked in.

"Princess, are you okay?" Yue'er looked at Chu Dongling, subconsciously not daring to come close.

Just now she saw the imperial doctor carrying her severed arm away, a scene she would probably never forget for a long time. The imperial doctor dared to touch Princess Qian and died without mercy. He just cut off someone else's hand and asked someone to take it away. How cold-blooded can someone say this?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has changed, becoming very strange, yet very similar to the legendary person.

Ruthless, murderous, cruel...

Long Qian was just trying to find an excuse to ask Chu Dongling to leave, but he didn't expect him to stand up on his own.

"I still have some things to deal with, so you stay and have a good rest."

He turned back to tuck the quilt into Long Qian's body, turned around and left.

"Princess, the meals are ready." Nie Qingqing walked back and walked in again, carrying a basket in one hand and a wooden bucket in the other.

"If you have any other instructions, open the door and find the person." He put down the things and looked at Yue'er. "Miss Yue'er, the princess has left it to your care."

"Okay." Yue'er faced him and felt blessed.

Nie Qingqing didn't say anything more, turned around and left the room, closing the door for the people inside.

The moment the door closed, both people in the room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Long Qian threw away the quilt and sat up, adjusting his clothes: "How is your arm? Can you still move your fingers?"

Chu Qianqian was so strong that there was a high chance that her fingers would be broken.

Yue'er looked back at her, then suddenly moved forward and hugged her: "Princess, just hope you're okay! You scared me to death."

Long Qian grabbed her arms and pushed her away gently: "Are your arms okay? How is your face? Are your teeth loose?"

"It's okay." Yue'er shook her head, "Even though this finger hurts, I can't move it."

Long Qian grabbed her right hand with his left hand and gently pinched her little finger.

"Hiss..." Yue'er couldn't help but make a sound.

"Fortunately, it's not broken, but it's probably cracked." Long Qian let her go, "Sit over and let me take care of it for you." (End of Chapter)