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Zhan Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Since he's not dead, he can definitely continue writing. We just have to wait patiently!"

Feng Yingying didn't expect that she was not nervous anymore. How could that be possible? She had to coax Zhan Miao to give Master Youming the medicine to treat his face.

She said with some dissatisfaction: "Miss Zhan, are you a real fan of Mr. Youming's books, or a fake one?"

Zhan Miao hesitated and asked, "Why do you ask that? Are there real and fake book fans?"

Feng Yingying said confidently, "Of course, if it were true, you should be very concerned about his movements. But I just said he was in trouble, and you didn't care at all!"

Zhan Miao didn't understand why she said that. Relatively speaking, she liked the storybooks written by Young Master Youming more. She had already seen his portrait and was not very curious about him.

But out of consideration for Feng Yingying's reputation, she could only speak: "Then tell me, what happened to Master Youming?"

Feng Yingying's eyes immediately turned red, and she choked up and said, "His face was injured, and the injury was quite serious. He suffered a huge blow, so as a fan of his books, shouldn't you help him?"

Zhan Miao was stunned. What right did she have?

She didn't recognize Young Master Youming at all!

She immediately stood up and said, "Miss Feng, so you didn't invite me to the banquet. In that case, I'll take my leave first!"

Seeing her walking out, Feng Yingying immediately stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "You, don't leave, you haven't agreed to help!"

Zhan Miao answered clearly: "I won't help. His facial injury has nothing to do with me. Why should I agree to you?"

Feng Yingying looked incredulous. "But you're a fan of his books. You love his stories so much. If something happens to the author, shouldn't you be obligated to help him?"

Zhan Miao was so angry that he laughed. "I still like eating the cakes at Yipinzhai. If something happens to the cake shop owner, I have to do my best to save him? Can't I just go to another place?"

Just one sentence infuriated Feng Yingying. Her face flushed as she scolded, "You're so selfish! How could you be so cruel and heartless as to compare Master Youming to the owner of a pastry shop? He's the bright moon in the sky!"

Zhan Miao interrupted without hesitation: "No, he is just your Jiaoyue, not mine!"

Feng Yingying felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over her head. She didn't expect that Zhan Miao would refuse.

She could only beg humbly, "Miss Zhan, even if he's not the bright moon in your heart, as a noble lady of the dynasty, you should still have a kind heart. Please help him, okay? You don't want his talent to be buried, nor do you want to be branded as cruel and heartless, right?"

This is what Zhan Miao least wants to hear. It's a threat to her!

She sneered, "Miss Feng, you've asked the wrong person for help. I don't know any medical skills, and I don't understand pharmacology. How can I save him?"

Feng Yingying argued anxiously, "You can do it. Doesn't your mother have an ointment that can remove any scar? Go ask her for it!"

Zhan Miao shook his head heartlessly: "I dare not, my mother has a very bad temper, if you want it, go and ask for it yourself, don't ask me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she left quickly.

Looking at her back, Feng Yingying was so angry that tears fell down.

Feng Ziyu walked in quickly from outside and said, "Sister, what happened? I saw Zhan Miao left with a grim look on her face. Did you get the medicine for her?"

Feng Yingying bit her lip and replied, "No, she refused to help. Brother, I don't understand why she likes Mr. Youming's storybook so much, but refuses to save him?"

Feng Ziyu said sarcastically, "You probably don't really like him. Looks like we have to find another way to heal Weiming's face!"

Feng Yingying asked anxiously, "What else can we do? We have to get him back to health as soon as possible. Otherwise, how can he participate in the next imperial examination? He won't be able to write his storybooks, and his future will be ruined."

Feng Ziyu soothed him gently, "Yingying, calm down. We will definitely find someone to help us!"

The next day, Madam Feng brought Feng Yingying into the palace.

When Du Lingzhi heard that Zhan Miao refused to rescue Young Master Youming, her face turned ashen with anger.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Zhan Miao, she's such a jerk! She refused to come to the palace to pray for my son, and she even ran off to attend a banquet. She really doesn't take the heir to the throne seriously!"

She promised Madam Feng: "I can help you, but the Feng family must also be used by me in the future, paving a bright future for me and my unborn child!"

Madam Feng nodded: "Don't worry, we will definitely help you!"

Du Lingzhi was so proud that she thought happily that as long as she got the support of the Feng family, she could even become the queen.

Zhan Miao is so stupid that he even dares to offend the Feng family.

It is simply a matter of life and death.

When night fell, she used the stomachache trick to trick Xiao Ling into coming to her.

She said aggrievedly, "Your Majesty, I have severe abdominal cramps, and the palace doctors are all helpless. What should I do?"

Xiao Ling was also very worried. He subconsciously asked, "Wasn't it fine before? Why did it hurt suddenly?"

Du Lingzhi bit her lip and said nothing. The maid beside her said, "Your Majesty, this morning, Madam Feng from the Imperial Tutor's Mansion came into the palace. She said that Miss Zhan's health has improved. After hearing this, Your Majesty wondered if she was faking illness. She felt bad, so she started having stomachaches again!"

Du Lingzhi subconsciously scolded: "Don't talk too much, it has nothing to do with Miss Zhan, it's just that the baby in my belly is too delicate and can't stand the slightest grievance!"

Xiao Ling frowned and said, "It really has nothing to do with her. Although I care about this hard-earned child, if I really can't keep him, then it only means that we are not destined to be together!"

Du Lingzhi's eyes widened in disbelief: "Your Majesty, how could you say such a thing? Are you planning to give up on him?"

Xiao Ling ignored her, turned around and walked out quickly.

Du Lingzhi shouted anxiously: "Your Majesty, my stomach really hurts, please stop!"

Xiao Ling turned a deaf ear and disappeared in an instant.

Du Lingzhi swept all the tea bowls to the ground with anger in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and roared, "Zhan Miao, why do you let the emperor protect you like this?"

The maid advised: "Please calm down, my lord. The child in your belly cannot be harmed in the slightest!"

Du Lingzhi burst into tears: "The emperor doesn't care about him, how can I suffer such a punishment?"

The maid's face suddenly changed and she immediately covered her mouth.

Jing Shu'er walked in from outside and said, "Why are you crying? You can see clearly now that the emperor only values ​​Zhan Miao the most!"

Du Lingzhi nodded hurriedly: "Sister Shu'er, what should I do? Please help me, please, can you think of a way to turn the situation around for me?"