1047 I, Feng Qingchen, am back

Lan Jiuqing's martial arts skills were not weak, but he could not withstand the opponent's large numbers. In addition, the Third Prince had been running this nunnery for decades. The area within a hundred miles was under the control of the Third Prince, and everywhere was filled with the Third Prince's people. It was impossible for Lan Jiuqing to leave quietly...

Less than a kilometer away, the Third Prince's men found Lan Jiuqing's trail. Although Lan Jiuqing had fought his way out of the encirclement with his superb martial arts, he was shot in the back. Fortunately, it was not a vital part. Lan Jiuqing did not care about the wound and rode his horse as fast as he could...

He's going into town today!

"Your Highness, you are finally back. Miss Feng has asked you about this three times." As soon as the Ninth Prince returned to the inn, his personal soldiers came forward to greet him eagerly.

If the Ninth Prince doesn't come, they will cry.

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince nodded slightly and strode into the room.

"Your Highness." The eight generals saluted together. Feng Qingchen hurried out when he heard the voice. Seeing that the Ninth Prince was safe and sound, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's talk inside." The Ninth Prince pulled Feng Qingchen into the room. As soon as he entered, he fell into a chair, with no trace of blood on his face.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" Feng Qingchen was startled and walked forward to start taking off the Ninth Prince's clothes.

Under normal circumstances, the Ninth Prince might tease Feng Qingchen and say something like "Madam, you are too impatient" or "Madam, since you are so impatient, I will definitely obey you." But today, time was tight and the Ninth Prince had no time to think about it. He let Feng Qingchen take off his coat, revealing the wound on his back.

Seeing the bloody patch on the back of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen's face became solemn. He quickly opened the medicine box, cut off the clothes, wiped off the blood around it, and saw the wound that looked like a bloody hole.

"An arrow wound?"

"Well, the third brother is missing." This was a very clever statement, pointing out the cause of the injury and explaining his whereabouts last night.

Upon hearing what the Ninth Prince said, Feng Qingchen's first reaction was that someone had kidnapped the Third Prince. The Ninth Prince received the news and rushed over, but instead of bringing the person back, he was injured.

The Third Prince was already dying, and Feng Qingchen didn't care if he lived a moment longer, but...

"What should we do now? How are you going to explain this to the Emperor?"

"Things will work out when the time comes. Third brother's deeds have not been made public, so it won't be easy for the emperor to punish him." These were just words of consolation. If the emperor broke off relations and revealed Ninth Uncle's secret memorial, Ninth Uncle would not be able to wash away the crime of deceiving the emperor.

"The Emperor will never be so easy to talk to. Our most urgent task is to find the Third Prince. This is the imperial city, and the Third Prince will not be able to go far." Feng Qingchen said as he treated the wound of the Ninth Uncle.

"Let's see the emperor first. When we arrive at the imperial city, I need the emperor's consent to mobilize the troops." The Ninth Prince was not worried about the whereabouts of the Third Prince. He would report the nunnery when the time came. Even if the Third Prince was not found, it would be a great achievement. What's more, the Ninth Prince did not believe that the Third Prince would leave the nunnery.

Feng Qingchen paused, smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't think it through enough." They have already returned to Beijing and are not as free as they were outside.

The Ninth Prince smiled and shook his head. Feng Qingchen was just worried about him. Besides, if he didn’t know the whereabouts of the Third Prince, he would also send people to look for him. After all, if the Third Prince really escaped, he would be in trouble.

Feng Qingchen stopped talking and concentrated on cleaning the wound for the Ninth Uncle. The wound on her left shoulder had almost healed and would not have any impact.

When preparing to sew, Feng Qingchen reminded: "It will be a little painful, just bear with it."

"It's okay." The Ninth Prince said without changing his expression.

Puff... Puff. The needle pierced through the skin and flesh, and the thread was pulled out from the flesh. After more than forty stitches, Feng Qingchen finally sewed up the Ninth Prince's wound.

After wiping the sweat stains around the wound with a clean cotton cloth, Feng Qingchen applied the medicine made by the master of Xuanyi Valley to the Ninth Uncle.

The medicine made by the master of Xuanyi Valley is more effective than Western medicine. It feels cool and has no medicinal smell after application, and the swelling of the wound will go down quickly.

"I'll change you into a set of clean clothes." The Ninth Prince's clothes were wrinkled like pickles and could no longer be worn.

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince stood up. Apart from his snow-white lips, there was no sign of injury on his face.

This man is really intolerable.

Feng Qingchen quickly took off the Ninth Prince's clothes, revealing his lean and perfect upper body.

The Ninth Prince had suffered many injuries, but there was not a single scar on his body. Unlike Feng Qingchen, who had been injured once but still had a scar on his back that had not faded.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen did not have time to admire the perfect upper body of the Ninth Prince. She shook out the clothes and put them on the Ninth Prince. Then she tied his hair again. After being dressed like this, the Ninth Prince looked like the Prince Dongling, who was unparalleled and noble like the bright moon. There was no sign of weakness after the injury.

"Walk."

The Ninth Prince has arrived, and their group can finally enter the city. A large number of people in the imperial city are eagerly waiting for the Ninth Prince to enter the city, and the one who is most looking forward to it is the emperor.

None of the people who went out on the mission last night returned, so the emperor knew that the Ninth Prince had made a clever move. But then, when he learned what happened in the other courtyard, the emperor realized that the Ninth Prince had also suffered a loss and let others benefit.

The Third Prince is missing, so he wants to see who the Ninth Prince will hand over to him.

"Have the people arrived?" This was the tenth time the emperor asked, from noon to noon.

"In reply to the Emperor, still..."

Just as the personal eunuch opened his mouth, he was interrupted by another shrill voice: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, here we are, here we are, the Ninth Prince is at the city gate."

"Really? Pass on my order and have the Ninth Prince enter the palace immediately."

"yes."

Before the Ninth Prince entered the city, the eunuch who was delivering the imperial decree came out of the palace. The Ninth Prince had just finished greeting the officials who came to greet him and was about to send Feng Qingchen back to the Feng Mansion when he heard the eunuch's shrill voice: "The Emperor has spoken, and the Ninth Prince is to enter the palace immediately."

I can't wait... to kill him.

The corners of the Ninth Prince's lips curled up into a playful smile. After sending Feng Qingchen to the carriage, he instructed the eight generals to ensure that Feng Qingchen was safely brought to the palace. Then he got on his ceremonial guard and led a group of people towards the palace in a grand manner, without any hurry at all.

When the officials saw this scene, they lowered their heads silently, pretending not to see it.

In Dongling, the only one who could remain calm upon hearing the Emperor's summons was the Ninth Prince, and the only one who dared to ignore the Emperor's 'immediate' order was the Ninth Prince...

But I don't know what changes will happen to the political situation in Dongling now that the Ninth Prince has returned. Minister Cao of the Ministry of Revenue was forced to death in the hall by the Emperor two days ago. Given the Ninth Prince's protective nature, I'm afraid he will have to settle this account with the Emperor.

This day...is going to change!

The officials pulled their clothes and left silently, completely ignoring the other group of officials and the luxurious carriages that greeted them at the city gate...