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The Ninth Prince chose Jinsha County on purpose because there were six cruel and severe criminals in this place, all of whom were going to be executed soon and were serious criminals.

The Ninth Prince asked these six people to make use of their abilities in the future, and let them properly educate Zhezhe, so that Zhezhe would understand the meaning of "Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you".

For five days, the Ninth Prince left Zhezhe in the prison for serious criminals for a full five days, and he did not care about anything and did not allow Feng Qingchen to check on him.

Doudou wanted to see that the Ninth Prince did not stop him, but just forbade him to tell Feng Qingchen about the situation inside.

Doudou was a guy who loved to join in the fun, so he went there that day. After coming back, he praised the Ninth Prince for his wisdom and what he had done. But when he came back the next day, Doudou could not laugh and just looked at the Ninth Prince deeply.

On the third day, Doudou came back with a pale face, not daring to look at the Ninth Prince. On the fourth day, when Doudou came back, his legs were shaking, and he begged for mercy for Zhezhe in a low voice.

The Ninth Prince gave Doudou a look and then ignored him.

The Ninth Prince has sent people to keep an eye on Zhezhe. Those people will ensure that Zhezhe will not die. The Ninth Prince is not worried about Zhezhe's life at all.

Zhezhe could stab people to death with one knife after another, dig out people's flesh and organs, and stuff them back into their mouths. Compared with what Zhezhe did, what he was going through now was nothing, after all, he was not dead.

On the fifth day, Doudou didn't dare to go see her. He just stayed in bed and said he felt unwell. He asked Feng Qingchen to see him.

At first Feng Qingchen thought Doudou was just talking, but when she found out that Doudou was really frightened, Feng Qingchen became worried and asked Doudou what had happened.

Doudou pursed his lips, closed them tightly, and kept shaking his head, clearly refusing to speak.

"What on earth did you do to Zhezhe?" Asking Doudou proved useless, so Feng Qingchen went to ask the Ninth Prince.

"You'll know tonight." It's not that the Ninth Prince didn't want to tell him, but that he himself didn't know. However, it is true that Zhezhe will not have an easy time.

Feng Qingchen was not curious, but just a little worried. However, thinking that it would only take half a day, he stopped asking questions and just followed the Ninth Prince's instructions, prepared medicine and bandages, and waited for Zhezhe to come back.

In the evening, the Ninth Prince's men brought Zhezhe back. Zhezhe was covered in blood and was extremely dirty. His little face was terribly sunken and he looked very frightened. As to how serious his injuries were, they would have to take off his clothes to see.

Seeing Zhezhe like this, Feng Qingchen was not too surprised, as she had already thought that Zhezhe would be injured.

Feng Qingchen had Zhezhe carried back to his room and asked the servants to bring hot water so that Zhezhe could be cleaned up.

Feng Qingchen was about to follow him in, but was stopped by the Ninth Prince: "Don't go, there is a doctor in the mansion."

"Zhezhe should have only superficial injuries. I'll go and take a look." Feng Qingchen said.

"It's not just skin injuries, there are other injuries as well. Don't worry, I have prepared a special doctor and medicine for him." The Ninth Prince insisted on not letting Feng Qingchen in.

You must be kidding. If Feng Qingchen saw that Zhezhe's flesh had been bitten off piece by piece, leaving not a single part of his body intact, he would probably turn against him.

Seeing that the Ninth Prince was insisting, Feng Qingchen did not insist on rushing in, and only asked, "Is there a doctor in this mansion?"

"Why is there no doctor? I am the old man." The head of Xuanyi Valley, who came to the rescue, appeared from nowhere and said, "Qingchen girl, are you trying to steal the patient from me?"

"Valley Master? Why are you here?" Feng Qingchen quickly turned around and saw the Valley Master of Xuanyi Valley. He immediately believed what his Ninth Uncle said.

The master of Xuanyi Valley is better at medicine than hers, she is only good at surgery.

"Why can't I come? What's the matter? Don't you welcome me? Do you think I'm disturbing you?" The master of Xuanyi Valley looked at him with a frown. People who didn't know the situation would think that he hated Feng Qingchen.

Well, he really hated Feng Qingchen, because Feng Qingchen didn't give Sun Sixing to him. It's not easy to find a good apprentice these days.

"What's the matter? Valley Master, please go and take a look. The child seems to be seriously injured." Saving lives is the most important thing. The Valley Master of Xuanyi Valley doesn't care, but Feng Qingchen doesn't want to waste time by arguing with the Valley Master of Xuanyi Valley.

"It's just a minor injury that won't cost you your life. Why are you so nervous? You won't die with me here." Although Xuan Yi Gu Gu said this, he quickened his pace and walked into the room.

Feng Qingchen also wanted to follow, but was stopped by the Ninth Prince again: "With the Valley Master here, Zhezhe will be fine. Ouyang Doudou is frightened, go check on him."

Feng Qingchen is not a fool. The Ninth Prince has repeatedly stopped her from going in. If she doesn't think about it, there will be something fishy going on.

"What did you do to Zhezhe?" Feng Qingchen asked.

"Nothing, I just threw him into the cell for serious criminals to let him know what torture is." The Ninth Prince said it lightly. Afraid that Feng Qingchen would not believe it, he added: "I will treat him the same way he tortured and killed others. However, I am more sensible than him and will not hurt his foundation."

He asked people to secretly protect Zhezhe, and if the six prisoners did anything excessive or endangered Zhezhe's life, someone would come out to stop them.

Therefore, during these five days, Zhezhe only suffered a little, but was not insulted. The Ninth Prince was not so bad as to be so cruel to a child.

"Okay, I won't care about it. I'll talk about it after Zhezhe is okay." Feng Qingchen sighed, didn't insist any more, turned around and walked towards Doudou's room.

The Ninth Prince has said this to this extent. If she still doesn’t understand, she must be stupid.

What does Zhezhe like to do most? He likes to cut off pieces of other people's meat, roast it when he is happy, and then stuff it back into the person's stomach.

Besides that, he also likes to cut a wound on people and stuff bugs or something into the wound...

Since the Ninth Prince Uncle treats Zhezhe in the same way he tortured and killed others, Zhezhe probably doesn't have much flesh on her body. She doesn't have the ability to heal the dead. The best way is to hand Zhezhe over to the master of Xuanyi Valley.

Not long after Feng Qingchen left, the head of Xuanyi Valley rushed in from the room and yelled at the Ninth Uncle: "I said you don't like money and have nowhere to spend it, right? This poor child has wounds all over his body, and you actually want me to use the flesh-growing ointment to save this poor child. If you wanted to save him, you shouldn't have been so cruel in the first place. Do you know how rare the flesh-growing ointment is? I finally made ten bottles, and you actually want me to use them all to save this child. Are you crazy?"

"Valley Master, you know I am not crazy. Feng Qingchen wants to save him." The Ninth Prince said calmly.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't care about Zhezhe's life or death. The Demon Cult was about to be destroyed, so what did a little young master matter? Only his royal brother would not want Zhezhe to get into trouble because of the trouble.

"You, you, you...you are such a lustful guy. You actually wasted the medicine I worked so hard to make for a woman. One day, you will be sold out by Feng Qingchen." The master of Xuanyi Valley was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

There were so many wounds, and even if he only applied a little bit to one place, several bottles would be needed. The master of Xuanyi Valley felt a pang of pain when he thought that the medicine he had worked so hard to make would be wasted.

Prodigal child, prodigal child!

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