1138 Threat, I will make Nanling a barren land

Whether to write the letter or not was not up to Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince. Surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince had no choice at all.

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him, so Feng Qingchen agreed readily. The group followed Nanling Jinfan to the place where the Nanling army had set up camp.

When they arrived at the camp, Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince realized that the 200,000 people led by Nanling Jinfan did not go to fight Xiling Tianlei, but stayed here to wait for them.

For an army of two hundred thousand, the losses in one day would be incalculable. In order to wait for the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen, Nanling Jinfan waited here for five full days.

"Prince Zhou married a good wife." Feng Qingchen understood at a glance.

"What do you mean?" Doudou had no sense of being a prisoner at all and jumped around all the way.

What is there to be afraid of? No one dares to take his life anyway.

"Although Prince Zhou has a fiefdom, he is under surveillance by the emperor and he dares not touch anything in his fiefdom. Even if Nanling Jinfan has a private house, it cannot support the expenses of an army of 200,000. Only Chu City can provide this amount of expenses." Feng Qingchen is not a person who knows everything. Although she cannot calculate the specific figures of the losses caused by marching and fighting, she still understands it roughly.

"So... I heard that it was Uncle Ninth Prince who helped Prince Zhou marry City Lord Chu's daughter. Is Uncle Ninth Prince shooting himself in the foot?" Doudou finally got the chance to ridicule Uncle Ninth Prince, and he was not going to let it go.

Feng Qingchen chuckled, glanced at the handsome Ninth Prince in front of him, and explained kindly: "If it wasn't the King Zhou, it would be someone else. The easiest thing to calculate in this world is the human heart, and the most difficult to predict is also the human heart. The human heart is insatiable, and it is reasonable for the King Zhou to do this, but we neglected it."

Unless the Ninth Prince stays in the Imperial City for his entire life and never comes out, he will encounter something like this sooner or later.

In fact, it is not safe even if you stay in the imperial city.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these are your tents." The soldier leading the way pointed to the four tents in the center and said politely.

Nanling Jinfan invited them to be guests, not prisoners. Nanling Jinfan wanted the throne of Nanling, so of course he didn't dare to offend the Ninth Uncle to death.

Although Nanling Jinfan was ambitious, he knew from the beginning to the end that with his own abilities, he could only take Nanling and could only keep Nanling.

Although this world is good, not everyone can obtain it.

As soon as the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen sat down, Nanling Jinfan came with his men. The soldiers behind him held pens, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them respectfully on the desk.

"Miss Feng, please..."

Feng Qingchen was not polite either. She walked over and started writing. The gist of it was: She was a guest at Nanling Jinfan's place. She heard about the relationship between Nanling Jinfan and the Wang family, and asked Wang Jinling if he could allow Nanling Jinfan's branch to return to the Wang family.

At last, Feng Qingchen wrote another sentence: Be well, don’t worry!

"Miss Feng is quite considerate." The last four words meant that Nanling Jinfan was quite courteous to her and she didn't need to worry. They also told Wang Jinling that no matter what decision Wang Jinling made, she would be fine and she didn't need to worry about her.

"Not as good as Prince Jinfan." Feng Qingchen waited for the letter to dry, then handed it to Nanling Jinfan.

Nanling Jinfan took the letter, confirmed again and again that there was no problem, and put it into the envelope himself without revealing their whereabouts.

"Miss Feng, in order to gain the eldest master's trust, I hope you can give me a token of trust." Nanling Jinfan's eyes fell on Feng Qingchen's hand.

Feng Qingchen's hands are longer and whiter than those of ordinary women, and her fingers are slightly calloused. One can tell just by looking at her hands that this is Feng Qingchen.

Nanling Jinfan's performance was very obvious. Doudou and the master of Xuanyi Valley were both a little nervous. They knew very well how flexible Feng Qingchen's hands were. How could this doctor practice medicine without hands?

But the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were not afraid at all. Feng Qingchen looked back openly and asked with a smile, "What does Prince Jinfan want?"

"Xiao Wang wants your hands, will you give them to me?"

"Okay. You can take it." Feng Qingchen stretched out his hands, not surprised at all, but stunned Nanling Jinfan.

Hehe... Nanling Jinfan laughed dryly: "Miss Feng, you are too polite. Why would I want Miss Feng's hand? Miss Feng, just give me a strand of black hair."

If Wang Jinling really cut off Feng Qingchen's hands, he would have to kill him. Then he would end up losing more than he gained.

"No." It was not Feng Qingchen who refused, but the Ninth Prince.

Black hair, love thread, a woman gave her black hair to a man to express her love, but the Ninth Prince would never allow it, and Feng Qingchen's hair fell into Wang Jinling's hands.

The Ninth Prince can guarantee that if Feng Qingchen's hair falls into Wang Jinling's hands, Wang Jinling will definitely put it in his purse and carry it with him. This is something the Ninth Prince will never allow, because Feng Qingchen is his woman.

"It's just a few strands of hair, why do you take it so seriously, Ninth Prince?" Nanling Jinfan was happy when Ninth Prince was angry. He originally said black hair just as a joke, but this guy took it seriously.

It's a good thing that we can't harm the Ninth Prince's life, but it can make him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Humph... The Ninth Uncle snorted coldly, without even raising his eyelids, and said coldly: "Prince Jinfan, I am not a man who is easy to talk to, don't force me to get angry. I have given you enough face for today's matter. Do you really think I can't get out? Let alone an army of 200,000, even if it is an army of one million, you can't stop me from leaving."

"Ninth Uncle, of course you can go out by yourself, but you won't be able to run far with Feng Qingchen." Nanling Jinfan was not so easy to threaten, but he forgot that the Ninth Uncle was not an ordinary person.

The Ninth Prince gave Nanling Jinfan a mocking look and said very slowly, "After I kill you, if you dare to touch Feng Qingchen, I will flatten Nanling to the ground, leaving the entire land barren and the people without a place to live."

"You dare." Nanling Jinfan's pupils suddenly dilated and he felt scared.

"You try and see if I dare. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will leave this barren Nanling to you." Nanling Jinfan wanted the throne of Nanling. He cared about Nanling. If Nanling was destroyed, Nanling Jinfan's efforts would be in vain. The Ninth Prince knew very well what Nanling Jinfan's weakness was.

Nanling Jinfan looked at the Ninth Uncle, trying to detect a joke in his eyes, but he was disappointed. The Ninth Uncle's gaze was like dark water, deep and unfathomable. Nanling Jinfan could not be sure whether what the Ninth Uncle said was true or false, but he did not dare to gamble.

Taking a deep breath, Nanling Jinfan said with a fake smile, "Uncle Nine is very courageous. I admire you. I will send someone to deliver the letter right away. I believe that the eldest son will care more about Feng Qingchen's life and death than Uncle Nine."

Nanling Jinfan was unwilling to accept the threat from the Ninth Uncle. Since he couldn't use force to move the Ninth Uncle, he planted a seed of doubt between the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen, so as to create a gap between the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen...

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