1288 Sniper kill, the Ninth Prince is very unhappy

With a father and a mother, and the protection of his family, Zhan Yan didn't need to work as hard as Feng Qingchen, and learn all kinds of survival skills. i^

Feng Qingchen's independence and self-reliance are based on having no one to rely on. Feng Qingchen can only rely on herself, while Zhan Yan has the support of her entire family.

When being bullied, Feng Qingchen could only fight back herself, but Zhan Yan didn't need to do that. She didn't even need to say anything, as the Zhan family would vent their anger for her.

As a father, Mr. Wen Yuan admires Feng Qingchen, but he will never let his daughter be as independent and strong as Feng Qingchen. Behind that strength is the blood and tears of a weak woman.

"Dad, I..." Zhan Yan's eyes were red, she didn't know whether it was for herself or Feng Qingchen, she just felt uncomfortable in her heart, and her tears seemed to be out of control and wanted to flow out.

She envied Feng Qingchen for being able to gain Brother Jin Ling's love, but she never thought about the price Feng Qingchen paid for the qualities that attracted Brother Jin Ling.

Feng Qingchen is strong and independent, and is able to ride thousands of miles alone to save her brother Jin Ling. This is not innate, but life has worn away her weakness and incompetence bit by bit.

Only in this way, Feng Qingchen, an orphan, can support the Feng family and survive without relying on men.

Princess Mingwei also looked at Feng Qingchen quietly, lowering her eyes slightly to hide her thoughts.

They only saw Feng Qingchen's independent and confident side, but they didn't know the blood and tears behind this independence. Feng Qingchen's current situation was earned by her life.

And they don't need to be as independent as Feng Qingchen. They are noble from birth, and they will never be able to do rough work like setting up tents in their lifetime...

Feng Qingchen, in fact, is not worthy of envy at all. i^If possible, no one wants to be a woman like Feng Qingchen, too tired, too hard, but Feng Qingchen has no choice, she has no father or brother to rely on, if she does not want to be a man's plaything, she must support this family alone.

The eighteen riders of the Si family did not speak, but they lowered their heads, which were held high, because of the conversation between Mr. Wen Yuan and Zhan Yan. The eighteen people looked at Feng Qingchen tacitly, then looked at each other, and saw shame in each other's eyes.

Have they gone too far? Although Feng Qingchen is a woman, she is not weak. From her performance along the way, it can be seen that she is a person worthy of respect. She did not make excessive demands by relying on her status as a woman, nor did she put on a soft attitude to ask for their sympathy.

But... the eighteen riders of the Si family smiled bitterly at each other. They had just refused to help Feng Qingchen, and this group was really too embarrassed to do so...

Wen Yuan watched this scene with a smile and nodded slightly. With Feng Qingchen's ability, it was only a matter of time before the Eighteen Riders recognized her. He just pointed out the matter so that the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family could see that Feng Qingchen was not an ordinary woman. In some aspects, she was better than men...

The Ninth Prince was certain that if they encountered danger, the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family would sacrifice themselves to protect Feng Qingchen, but this did not mean that he completely trusted the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family and could leave Feng Qingchen to the Eighteen Riders without asking any questions.

The Ninth Prince's trust will not be given easily. In addition to the eighteen riders secretly protecting Feng Qingchen, there are also people watching in the dark, and also to pass on the news of Feng Qingchen to him.

Knowing that the Si Family's Eighteen Riders only kept their promise to protect Feng Qingchen and refused to give Feng Qingchen any help on the way, the Ninth Prince was not angry, nor did he send anyone to warn the Eighteen Riders. He just said coldly, "Got it."

The secret guards swallowed their saliva secretly and mourned for the eighteen riders of the Si family in their hearts. Having followed the Ninth Prince for so long, they knew very well that if the Ninth Prince lost his temper on the spot and vented his anger, he would at most receive a small punishment and that would be the end of it.

But if the Ninth Prince said nothing, it would mean that he was very angry. He didn't punish him now because he still needed the other party to contribute. According to the Ninth Prince's style, when they returned to Dongling safely, he would definitely find Si Cheng to settle the accounts. At that time, the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family would be skinned alive even if they didn't die.

Poor Eighteen Riders of the Si Family. May God bless Young Marshal Si and ensure that you do not have any requests before the Ninth Prince, otherwise your fate will be even more miserable.

Upon learning about the hardships Feng Qingchen had endured along the way, the Ninth Prince was in a very bad mood. He had a cold face for several days, and the temperature around him was frighteningly cold. The personal guards were shivering and silently praying for an ambush or something so that the Ninth Prince could calm down and not vent his anger on them.

Good things don't work, but bad things do, and the soldiers' prayers were soon answered.

On this day, at noon, the sun suddenly disappeared. The sky, which was sunny just a moment ago, was suddenly covered with dark clouds. The clouds gathered and it seemed that heavy rain could fall at any time. Pedestrians rushed home and did not dare to stay outside.

The sky was frighteningly gloomy, with thick dark clouds hanging very low, as if they would fall at any time, making people feel depressed. Such weather was not suitable for traveling, so the staff suggested that the Ninth Prince rest for half a day and leave after the storm.

You know, this kind of weather is very suitable for ambushes. The dull air pressure can hide the cold murderous aura, the sound of the rain can suppress the sound of footsteps, and the heavy rain can wash away all traces. It is not suitable to evacuate when encountering danger.

The Ninth Prince pondered for a moment and did not accept the suggestion. Instead, he firmly asked everyone to change into rainproof outerwear and continue on their journey.

This kind of weather is suitable for ambush and counterattack. The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. If we don't make some sacrifices, how can we lure the other side into taking action?

In some ways, the Ninth Prince is very similar to Feng Qingchen. He is not afraid even when he knows there is danger. If injuring himself by three points can result in killing seven points of the enemy, he will do it without hesitation.

The weather was getting worse and worse. It was clearly noon and the sun was at its zenith, but the sky was frighteningly dark with visibility no more than three meters, as if night had suddenly fallen.

The wind was blowing, and the trees on both sides were rustling. From time to time, fragile branches fell down and landed on the ground with a "clack". The sound was like a ghost appearing, extremely scary.

On the official road, apart from the Ninth Prince's entourage, there was no one else for a long time. The Ninth Prince's personal soldiers were all wearing black jumpsuits that could protect them from the rain.

In this gloomy weather, this group of people walked silently on the deserted road. They looked like ghosts traveling on the roads of the underworld, which was intimidating and frightening from the bottom of their hearts.

But this group of people had no awareness of this. They tightly grasped the knives at their waists, full of murderous intent, adding a bit of gloom to the gloomy weather.

The people hiding in the dark became nervous when they saw the Ninth Prince's group approaching. The red-dressed woman in the lead stared at them without blinking. When the Ninth Prince's group was only three feet away from the trap, the red-dressed woman whispered, "Get ready!"

Ta-da-da… The Ninth Prince and his party continued to move forward, getting closer and closer. When they saw the horse in front of them raise its legs and was about to step into the trap, the woman in red immediately ordered, “Pull the rope.”

Boom boom boom… The ground suddenly sank, and the horse stepped on empty air and fell forward. There were cold swords all below, and if it fell, it would be pierced through the heart by the swords, and there would be no way to survive…