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The Blood-Clothed Guards are cruel but also very efficient.
The money was deposited in no time.
At this time, Qian Jin was like a dead dog, lying on the ground, motionless.
Dong Lingjiu didn't need to say anything more, Lu Shaolin ordered someone to take out the teapot lid that had put the money in his mouth.
"Prisoner Qian Jin, who ordered you to assassinate the princess?" Lu Shaolin asked again, secretly worried that Qian Jin might be so stupid that he would say things that he shouldn't. If that happened, everyone in the punishment room would be buried with him.
Fortunately, Lu Shaolin's worries were unnecessary. Even if Qian Jin wanted to die from the torture, he knew that if he exposed Princess Anping, he would only die a more miserable death. He stumbled and said:
"I didn't assassinate the princess. I was trying to assassinate Miss Feng. After failing, I felt resentful and dragged Miss Feng into the water, hoping to kill her..."
very good!
Dong Lingjiu nodded, showing his satisfaction.
Lu Shaolin breathed a sigh of relief; the case was finally closed.
Princess Anping's weakness had improved a bit, so it was a good thing that she was not dragged out.
Qian Jin's words made everyone happy. Lu Shaolin immediately asked someone to write the confession and held it in front of Dong Lingjiu with both hands: "Please read it, Uncle Nine."
"No need for that. This concerns Princess Anping's safety. Just show it to Princess Anping."
Feng Qingchen lowered his head and hid the smile in his eyes.
The Ninth Prince sincerely wanted to make Princess Anping vomit to death, and wanted Princess Anping to personally apologise for her.
But she likes it.
Princess Anping was so angry that her whole body was shaking, but she had to do as she was told.
No matter what, the Ninth Prince saved face for her and her mother today.
If today's incident involves the Queen Mother and her, even if everyone here is killed, this scandal cannot be concealed.
Princess Anping read the confession from beginning to end, and she had to say that the Blood-Cloth Guards were truly full of talented people.
Qian Jin only said a few words, but the Blood-Clothed Guards wrote it down as Qian Jin admiring Miss Feng, but knowing he was not worthy of her, he wanted to drag her down with him. So after the assassination attempt on Miss Feng failed, he knew he could not escape death, so he dragged Miss Feng down with him.
It was a ridiculous confession, just like Qian Jin's accusation that Feng Qingchen hired someone to assassinate Princess Anping, but...
This will become a fact and a reason for closing the case.
Princess Anping took a deep breath, calmed her anger, and tried her best to make her voice sound less sharp.
"Fortunately, the Ninth Prince is very perceptive, otherwise Anping would really have misunderstood Miss Feng. Lord Lu, let the prisoner sign the name."
Without any help from the guards, Princess Anping slammed the confession in her hand heavily on Lu Shaolin's face.
Lu Shaolin didn't dare to say anything even though he had a grievance. He could only nod and bow as he retreated. He grabbed Qian Jin's hand and pressed his fingerprint on the confession.
The case is closed.
"No need to leave anyone alive." Dong Lingjiu spoke, deciding Qian Jin's fate.
If the roots of the grass are not removed, they will grow again in the spring breeze. If the money is not paid, the case will not be truly closed.
"Yes." Without saying a word, Lu Shaolin stabbed Qian Jin in the heart.
Puff... When the knife was pulled out, blood spurted out. Lu Shaolin dodged it with great experience and didn't get a drop of blood on him.
And Qian Jin had a look of relief in his eyes.
Living in the Blood Robe Guard is more painful than death.
Princess Anping was unwilling to accept this, but now that the person was dead, she didn't even have a chance to turn the situation around. This was the only way it could be.
Dong Lingjiu was no longer annoying here and stood up: "Anping, since Lord Lu has finished the trial, you can go back to the palace with me."
Obviously, it cannot be refused.
"Yes, Ninth Uncle." An Ping responded obediently on the surface, but the anger in his heart was surging like a raging sea.
The Ninth Prince really treasures Feng Qingchen and is on guard against her to this extent.
As soon as Dong Lingjiu stood up, the young eunuch stepped forward, picked up the teapot and cup that Dong Lingjiu used, walked to the iron basin where the iron was burning, and smashed the cup and teapot into it.
There was a clang, the sound of jade breaking.
Then, the eunuch put the Blood-Clothed Guard aside, picked up the blood-stained teapot lid, and smashed it into the red-hot iron basin.
The two clanging sounds startled everyone present, but the eunuch acted as if nothing had happened, as if he had always done it that way.
"Let's go." Dong Lingjiu moved.
Lu Shaolin and the Blood-robed Guards were about to kneel down to see Dong Lingjiu and Princess Anping off, but Feng Qingchen was one step ahead of them and knelt down in front of Dong Lingjiu: "Uncle Jiu, Feng Qingchen has a favor to ask of you."
As she said this, Feng Qingchen's back was wet, and the sweat was sticking to the wound. The stinging sensation made her even more nervous.
The Ninth Prince stopped and looked down at Feng Qingchen: "Beg me? What qualifications do you have to beg me? Feng Qingchen, you are too bold."
He didn't like people who pushed for more, and Feng Qingchen's request annoyed him.
The eunuch beside Dong Lingjiu had not spoken since he came in, but at this moment he stepped forward and helped Feng Qingchen up: "Miss Feng, please take care of yourself."
It is both a warning and a persuasion.
"Ninth Uncle, Qingchen begs you." Feng Qingchen did not give up.
Because the Ninth Prince was the only person she could turn to, and even though she knew it would anger him, she had no other choice.
She must do what she promised Xiaozhi.
Xiaozhi is no one else.
If it weren't for the Ninth Uncle, she would have ended up like Xiaozhi.
Xiaozhi is her history, and she wants to learn from history and never make the same mistake again.
"Feng Qingchen, you are so brave. Tell me, what's the matter?" Dong Lingjiu closed his eyes, telling Feng Qingchen clearly that even if he listened, he would not help.
Feng Qingchen felt disappointed and said in a rather discouraged tone, "Uncle Nine, Qingchen wants to take a prisoner out from the Blood Robe Guards. I beg Uncle Nine to show some mercy."
As for the prisoner sent by the Duke of Anguo, the Blood-Robed Guards (5) would only let her take him away if Dong Lingjiu asked them to do so.
Dong Lingjiu really didn't want to care, but when he thought about...
Still he asked, "Dead or alive?"
Feng Qingchen didn't understand. Dong Lingjiu was telling her that she could take the person out, but the person had to be dead.
He had already stretched his hand too far by protecting Feng Qingchen. There was no way he would continue to interfere in the affairs of the Blood Robe Guards just for Feng Qingchen's request.
You know, the Blood-Clothed Guards are the emperor's men.
Feng Qingchen originally thought there was no hope, but when he heard Dong Lingjiu say this, his eyes lit up and his tone was louder than ever before: "To reply to Uncle Jiu, he is dead."
Dong Lingjiu nodded: "Lord Lu."
After saying that, he left.
Huh? Is this an agreement or a disagreement?
Feng Qingchen was quite puzzled, but seeing Dong Lingjiu's expression, she did not dare to go forward.
Princess Anping followed behind Dong Lingjiu, deliberately slowing down her pace. When she passed by Lu Shaolin, she sneered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Uncle Nine is right. I also doubt the ability of Lord Lu as the commander-in-chief of the Blood Robe Guard."
After saying that, he left proudly...
Of course, he did not forget to give Feng Qingchen a warning look.
Feng Qingchen, don't think that I can't do anything to you just because the Ninth Prince is protecting you. I will take your life sooner or later.
Feng Qingchen stood there with a bitter smile. She really didn't understand how she had offended Princess Anping and why she had to kill her...