The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1670: Chapter 1663: Zuo Qingqing’s Scheming

The Crown Prince—does he dare to offend him?

Undoubtedly not.

When Zuo Fenglin was changing clothes, Zuo Qingqing took advantage of the lack of onlookers and followed him.

She looked at the fully dressed Zuo Fenglin and whispered a reminder, "Fenglin, this is your only chance. Not only must you avenge the humiliation you’ve suffered, but you must also restore the honor of the Zuo Residence."

Zuo Fenglin clenched his fists tightly, his brow furrowed. "Of course I want to! But, Aunt, I don’t have absolute confidence. I... I’m not sure I can outrun Su Chenyang. Last time I went head-to-head with him, I couldn’t defeat him."

Though it was an embarrassing admission, Zuo Fenglin didn’t dare hide the truth from his aunt.

Zuo Qingqing had anticipated this. She had gone to the Witch Doctor and brought back a bottle of medicine.

She handed it to Zuo Fenglin, instructing him to hide it in his clothes. "This pill will, for a short time, give you immense strength and a burst of energy. If you can’t outrun Su Chenyang, just take the pill, knock him down, and then pass the baton to your sister."

"Am I allowed to physically attack him?" Zuo Fenglin’s eyes widened in shock.

While he wished to exploit a loophole in the competition, he didn’t dare disobey the Crown Prince’s orders.

After all, under the watchful eyes of so many in broad daylight, if he were to attack Su Chenyang, the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor would surely not tolerate it.

Zuo Qingqing, however, dismissed such concerns. "Didn’t the Crown Prince say it himself? Any accident that happens during the competition must not result in its interruption. Otherwise, no one can claim victory. If you want to win, you must use any means necessary!"

The Zuo Residence must not lose to the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor!

And her nephew must not lose to the daughter of that wretched Rong Sheng!

Zuo Fenglin, greatly encouraged, carefully tucked the pill into his chest, ready to use it if necessary.

Before stepping out, however, he still voiced a concern to Zuo Qingqing. "Aunt, I’ve heard that Princess Chu Xi... Chu Xi has been tirelessly training in the palace for days. Jiaojiao, on the other hand, is pampered and unwilling to put in hard work at home. I’m afraid she won’t be able to beat her."

This was a team relay competition. Even if he managed to defeat Su Chenyang, losing because of Zuo Jiaojiao’s shortcomings would be utterly infuriating.

Zuo Qingqing smiled. "Don’t worry, just do your part."

She had already taken this into account.

She didn’t want Chu Xi to win and naturally sought aid from Chu Yifeng.

Chu Heng might be able to guard against others, but could he guard against his own uncle?

Zuo Qingqing returned to Chu Yifeng’s side with a sly smile. Chu Yifeng hadn’t initially planned to attend today—his expression had been sour the entire time. When he saw her approach, he finally wrapped an arm around her waist, his face softening into a smile.

Zuo Qingqing noticed his poor mood and quickly expressed her concern. "What’s troubling Your Highness?"

"Nothing much. It’s just that I’ve never gone after a little girl before—feels a bit humiliating." Chu Yifeng wasn’t a man who cared much for his reputation; he was accustomed to achieving his goals by any means necessary, no matter how unscrupulous or reckless.

But sending someone from the Silver Moon Pavilion to create obstacles for a five-year-old girl? That was a first for him.

It made him feel shameless beyond measure.

"Could it be that Your Highness feels sorry for Princess Chu Xi? After all, she’s still your daughter..." Zuo Qingqing’s voice trailed off, her eyes welling up with a layer of sorrow.

Chu Yifeng’s heart immediately softened. He gently patted her back. "Alright, alright, I was just talking nonsense. That little brat had it coming! I have no need for a daughter born of someone else. I only want to have children with you."

Chu Yifeng’s gaze fell upon Zuo Qingqing’s belly. Unable to resist, he reached out to softly caress it. "When will you give birth to children for me?"

He vowed to treat the children born of the woman he loved as the most precious treasures of his heart.