093 Advice

"Feng Qingchen, I will give you a piece of advice."

This voice saved Feng Qingchen from her pain. She had forgotten to think about Qian Jin and focused all her attention on Dong Lingjiu's words.

Advice, what kind of advice will the Ninth Prince give her?

She is looking forward to it.

Feng Qingchen quickly knelt down towards Dong Lingjiu and said gratefully: "Qingchen kneels to thank Uncle Jiu. Please teach me a lesson."

This thank you is not only for Uncle Jiu's advice, but also for saving his life.

Dong Lingjiu did not call Feng Qingchen to get up. Even when he was talking to Feng Qingchen, his eyes did not fall on Feng Qingchen. That cold and noble look separated him from the world.

"Feng Qingchen, remember what I said. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is futile. The so-called black and white, right and wrong, are just words from the mouth of those in power. In the future, remember to put away your cleverness. If you don't have the ability, don't act rashly. The life of a powerless person is the most worthless thing in this world."

Just like the situation today, Princess Anping is much more powerful than Feng Qingchen, so Princess Anping can bully her at will. Confessing a crime on her is already giving her face.

If Princess Anping wanted to kill Feng Qingchen, it would only take a word. However, due to some people and things, Princess Anping couldn't do anything too embarrassing.

Similarly, he saved Feng Qingchen not because he had evidence to prove that Feng Qingchen was not involved in the assassination, nor because he believed that Feng Qingchen would not assassinate An Ping.

In his eyes, it doesn’t matter whether Feng Qingchen did it or not, because if he says Feng Qingchen did it, it doesn’t matter if Feng Qingchen didn’t do it; if he says Feng Qingchen didn’t do it, it doesn’t matter if Feng Qingchen did it.

This is power. His sitting here means that he has the ability to change the world and he has the power to make decisions.

Feng Qingchen knelt there motionless, savoring these words seriously. After a long while, he came back to his senses and thanked Uncle Nine: "Qingchen has learned a lot. Thank you Uncle Nine for your teachings."

Being kind also requires ability. Not everyone can do charity. Sympathy expressed lip service has no value at all.

"Well, watch carefully." Dong Lingjiu nodded.

Feng Qingchen was very educated, and it was worth all his words.

Dong Lingjiu and Feng Qingchen asked and answered each other without avoiding An Ping and Lu Shaolin. They did not feel anything about the Ninth Prince's words. They had understood this truth a long time ago.

If you have strength, you have the right to speak, but their strength is dependent on the emperor, and the emperor has the final say.

Lu Shaolin and Anping didn't care about this, but they cared about the Ninth Prince's attitude towards Feng Qingchen.

The Ninth Prince's advice or admonitions may seem like he is dissatisfied with you, but Lu Shaolin and Anping both understand that the Ninth Prince is willing to teach you because he thinks highly of you and believes that you are a promising talent.

Looking across the Dongling Continent, how many people would like to be advised or taught a lesson by the Ninth Prince?

You know, the emperor has been thinking about deposing the crown prince for years but has been hesitant to take action. It's not because the emperor is merciful, but because the ninth uncle once taught the crown prince a lesson, asking him to learn how to be a crown prince and a monarch.

Because of this lesson, the emperor was hesitant to take action, because the prince was protected by the Ninth Prince. This is why the emperor wanted Dong Ling Ziluo to be close to the Ninth Prince.

And now, Feng Qingchen is also under the protection of the Ninth Prince.

Lu Shaolin and Princess Anping found out, and they could not offend Feng Qingchen easily anymore.

Princess Anping was so angry that her heart, liver and lungs ached, while Lu Shaolin was glad that he did not torture Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen stood up and turned around to see that all the flesh on Qian Jin's right hand had been cut off, each piece as thin as a cicada's wing.

This time Feng Qingchen had no expression and looked indifferent, as if he couldn't see Qian Jin's pain.

"Your Highness?" Lu Shaolin was a man with good sense. Seeing the situation, he stepped forward with a fawning look on his face, wanting to ask Dong Lingjiu for instructions on what to do next.

"Handle the case according to the Blood Robe Guard's procedures. This prince will not hinder Lord Lu from trying the case."

It's a very annoying sentence, but he has the ability to do it.

That's power.

Feng Qingchen understood.

Princess Anping wanted to speak several times, but finally held back.

She believed that the Ninth Uncle would not go too far, and at least this matter would not involve her and her mother.

"Use branding." Lu Shaolin waved his hand, the executioner retreated, and the Blood-Clothed Guards stepped forward.

The red-hot iron was rolling in the iron basin. The official picked and chose, and finally selected a piece of iron the size of a baby's palm.

"Wuwuwu..." Qian Jin's mouth was blocked by the teapot lid. He couldn't speak at all. He could only make low sounds like a wild beast. Blood and saliva dripped down his face. His eyes were already dull and lifeless.

But even so, the people in the field had no intention of letting him go.

In Lu Shaolin's eyes, this was just a minor punishment. Which prisoner in the Blood-Clothed Guard would not have to go through this punishment? As for the Ninth Prince?

Feng Qingchen couldn't guess what he was thinking. The Ninth Prince's eyes were too clear, and a person's eyes that were too clear and deep were difficult to understand.

Just like Lan Jiuqing, facing Lan Jiuqing's deep eyes, Feng Qingchen couldn't understand.

But privately, Feng Qingchen thought that the Ninth Uncle was not a bloodthirsty person. He just used Qian Jin's incident to make her understand that when she did not have the power, she should abide by the rules of this world and not end up like Qian Jin.

You know, you're not always so lucky.

With a sizzling sound, the Blood-Clothed Guards branded Qian Jin's bones with the branding iron.

"Ouch..." Qian Jin shook the rack in pain and banged his head against it repeatedly.

This is the most painful thing, and I want to replace it with another kind of pain.

A burnt smell came, making people feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Ugh…Ugh…

A retching sound was heard, and it turned out to be the imperial physician brought by Princess Anping.

This imperial physician usually works in the Imperial Medical Bureau and is a close confidant of the Queen and Princess Anping. He has never seen such a scene before.

Too bloody and cruel!

Feng Qingchen did not laugh at him, but just looked at him with sympathy.

Feng Qingchen understood that after leaving here, the future of this imperial physician would be over. The Queen and Princess Anping would not make the Ninth Prince unhappy for such a person.

Because she was well prepared, and the Ninth Prince's words also worked, Feng Qingchen did not feel the discomfort she had before. She watched quietly, as if it had nothing to do with her.

With a hissing sound, the Blood-Clothed Guard put the branding iron into water to cool it down.

As expected, a black notch appeared on Qian Jin's hand bone, and smoke was coming out of the black notch.

The Blood-Robed Guard picked up the second branding iron, and this time Princess Anping couldn't help herself and began to dry heave. "Uncle, Anping, I'm afraid..."

I don't know whether it's true or not, but his face was pale and he looked very weak.

Dong Lingjiu nodded and waved his hand: "Let's stop here then."

Lu Shaolin and the Blood-Clothed Guards nodded and moved the torture instruments aside neatly.

There are very few proud people in this world. Most of them who join the Blood-Cloth Guards will say whatever you ask them to say after being tortured once. It’s just that the Blood-Cloth Guards don’t like to do this.

The Blood-Clothed Guards like to use all the torture instruments before asking you.

Today, this money is considered lucky.

I just don't know if this kid knows how to seize this luck.

If he said something wrong, he wouldn't be the only one to suffer...

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