1302 Go back, the Black Knights can move now

With Lan Jiuqing's protection on the road ahead, Feng Qingchen no longer has to worry, and doesn't have to worry about meeting Nanling Jinfan and people from Xuanqing Pavilion on the road.

Feng Qingchen kept herself clean, especially her face. Feng Qingchen took extra care to maintain it. Because of her rough movements before, many small red pimples on her face were rubbed off by her. She was really afraid of leaving scars on her face.

Lan Jiuqing was really not used to Feng Qingchen like this. One day, he finally couldn't help but said, "What are you worried about? No matter how ugly you are, the Ninth Emperor will not change his mind."

There is really no need for Feng Qingchen to work so hard on her face, applying makeup on her face every day. Even if Feng Qingchen is not tired, he feels tired just looking at her.

He had seen Feng Qingchen at his ugliest and most miserable appearance, so he would accept it even if Feng Qingchen became ugly.

"Women dress up to please themselves. I don't want to meet the Ninth Uncle with a pig-like face." Feng Qingchen took off her veil, put it aside, and took small sips of the medicinal tea beside her.

She had no pressure to be seen by Lan Jiuqing despite having an ugly face, but the same could not be said for the Ninth Prince. A woman always wanted to show her most beautiful side to her beloved man.

"Uh..." Lan Jiuqing turned his face away silently.

He was wondering, what would happen if Feng Qingchen knew the truth one day?

I always feel that day was terrible!

Lan Jiuqing was afraid that Feng Qingchen might notice something, so he didn't say much on the rest of the journey. He just traveled day and night to send Feng Qingchen to the Ninth Uncle as soon as possible.

As the Ninth Prince, he doesn't need to be so restrained when interacting with Feng Qingchen. Even if he cares about her, he still has to be careful about the limits.

Feng Qingchen was also very worried about the Ninth Uncle. More than a month had passed, and the Ninth Uncle and Mr. Wen Yuan should have arrived in the imperial city long ago. However, because of her disappearance, the Ninth Uncle had to slow down his schedule.

Feng Qingchen learned from Lan Jiuqing that the Ninth Prince had stayed in Nanling on the pretext that Mr. Wenyuan was unwell, which made Feng Qingchen both happy and ashamed.

She knew better than anyone how dangerous it was to stay in Nanling.

After traveling for seven consecutive days, the redness and swelling on Feng Qingchen's face had almost disappeared. The next town was where the Ninth Prince was staying. After Lan Jiuqing explained the direction to Feng Qingchen, he said goodbye and left.

"You can walk the rest of the way by yourself. I have already informed Uncle Nine, and I will have someone protect you in secret."

Feng Qingchen knew that Lan Jiuqing was unwilling to let too many people know his identity, so she did not force Lan Jiuqing to send her there. She smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I will be fine."

At night, Feng Qingchen did not rush on the road, but found an inn to rest and recuperate. Thinking that he would see the Ninth Emperor's uncle tomorrow, Feng Qingchen could not help but smile happily.

She was so exhausted during the past month. Now that she was with the Ninth Prince, she could finally feel at ease.

Lan Jiuqing saw this scene in secret and felt so sad.

He believes that he treats Feng Qingchen better than the Ninth Prince. But why is it that Feng Qingchen only has the Ninth Prince in his heart and eyes and cannot see anyone else?

Being jealous of yourself is really stupid, but Lan Jiuqing just couldn't help being jealous of himself.

Lan Jiuqing returned to the other courtyard with a sour look on his face. When his staff came to ask for instructions, he happened to be in a bad mood. Without waiting for the staff to finish speaking, he glared at the other person coldly and said, "I have to deal with such a small matter. What's the point of me keeping you?"

A trivial matter? It caused a war between Beiling and Nanling. Can this be called a trivial matter?

The staff member withdrew silently with tears streaming down his face, and turned back to pass on the order to the Black Knights, asking them to take action...

Thus, the action against Nanling and Beiling, which had been planned for half a year, was launched without the Ninth Prince's knowledge. By the time the Ninth Prince found out, things were already going smoothly.

The next day, Feng Qingchen appeared in good condition at the courtyard where the Ninth Uncle and Mr. Wenyuan were staying temporarily. Feng Qingchen was very excited, thinking of various scenes of meeting the Ninth Uncle, but the result was...

She didn't even see the shadow of the Ninth Uncle.

Feng Qingchen originally thought that since she had been away for a month and a half and returned, even if there was no grand welcome ceremony, these people should have gathered around her to ask if she was okay and what had happened to her during this time. Even if the Ninth Prince was restrained, he should have waited for her in the hall, but...

There was nothing, no one even came out to greet her, as if she had not returned from danger, but had just returned from a day of strolling. The guards were still respectful, the staff were still fawning, and as for the Ninth Uncle and Mr. Wenyuan, she didn't even see their shadow.

The room was silent, the guards and servants were doing their own things, as if she was invisible.

What's going on?

Feng Qingchen stood at the archway in a daze, hesitating whether to go in.

At this moment, she missed her home, a home that was lonely but at least made her feel warm. It seemed that no one welcomed her back here with the Ninth Prince.

She seemed to think too highly of herself. The Ninth Prince might not be here to wait for her, but had other plans, and she was just a sideline.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen felt a lump in his throat. Based on the Ninth Prince's previous style of doing things, this was not impossible.

"I think I overestimated myself." Feng Qingchen looked up at the sky silently, smiled bitterly, and was about to turn around and leave, but someone blocked her way: "Miss Feng, the prince is waiting for you."

Feng Qingchen didn't want to be laughed at, so he suppressed the bitterness in his heart and smiled very reluctantly: "I know, I'll go wash up first and then come to see the prince."

"Miss Feng, the prince said that you should go see him as soon as you arrive." The man refused to budge and reiterated the Ninth Prince's order. If it were normal times, Feng Qingchen would not say much and would go see the Ninth Prince obediently, but at this moment...

She was struck by the desolation of the villa and hurt by the Ninth Prince's arrogant attitude.

For more than a month, she has not been able to eat or sleep well, and has been worried all day long. If she had not met Lan Jiuqing, she doesn't know if she would have been able to make it here.

She came to see the Ninth Uncle with great anticipation, thinking about how happy and excited he would be, and how she would act coquettishly in front of him, telling him about the fears she had endured over the past month, and asking him to comfort and coax her.

But... there was nothing. The Ninth Prince's businesslike attitude made her feel like a clown.

Feng Qingchen felt particularly wronged. She had suffered so much to come back. Even if the Ninth Prince did not go to the door to pick her up, he would not be so calm. What kind of person did the Ninth Prince think of her?

Could it be that the Ninth Prince doesn't care about her life or death at all?

Feng Qingchen's eyes were filled with tears. She took a breath, closed her eyes tightly, and blinked back the tears. When she opened her eyes again, they were cold, and she looked coldly at the person who blocked her way: "Get out of the way!"

"Miss Feng, Nine..." The man frowned and brought up the Ninth Prince again, but Feng Qingchen didn't give him a chance to speak and kicked him: "Get out!"

When the Ninth Prince learned that Feng Qingchen was angry at the door, he curled his lips and smiled: "You have a bad temper!"

A word to readers: There will be another update tomorrow morning, don’t wait...