1329 Going South is Not Feng Qingchen's Fault
The Ninth Prince slowed down his pace not only to take care of Doudou's injuries, but more because there was still no explanation for Mr. Wenyuan's death.
Before finding the "real murderer" who killed Mr. Wen Yuan, the Ninth Prince will not return to the Imperial City and give the Emperor a chance to attack him.
When Prince Luo's personal soldiers and Princess Mingwei and their entourage learned that the Ninth Prince was also on his way back to the capital, they were kind enough to wait for them on the road. However, after waiting for several days, there was no sign of him. When they turned around and inquired, they found out that the Ninth Prince was not heading north at all, but south instead.
The guards of the Prince of Luo were shocked. They couldn't believe that the Ninth Prince had the guts to go to Jiangnan. Going to the King of Jiangnan's fiefdom without the Emperor's permission was... a serious act of treason.
When Prince Luo's personal soldiers received the news, they were excited. Not only did they immediately write a letter to pass the news back, they also traveled day and night, waiting to return to the capital to watch the Ninth Prince's good show.
As a result, the rush caused a problem: Princess Mingwei was sick, and very ill.
Princess Mingwei felt guilty about Mr. Wenyuan's death and was already worried. Add to that the day and night journey, and Princess Mingwei couldn't stand it even if she was sitting in a carriage.
If you are sick, you have to treat it, and you will be delayed on the road. Prince Luo's personal soldiers are anxious, but they can't abandon Princess Mingwei, so they can only pressure Princess Mingwei openly or secretly.
A princess from Nanling, who had no one to rely on in Dongling, this group of personal soldiers did not take Princess Mingwei seriously at all, and in the past they only showed respect for her out of appearance.
Princess Mingwei felt neglected, and felt sad, depressed, and listless. Her illness became even worse and she could hardly get up.
"Princess Mingwei is sick." When the Ninth Prince received the news, he shared it with Feng Qingchen as soon as possible.
"Did you do something?" Feng Qingchen's first reaction was that it was human.
The Ninth Prince glared at Feng Qingchen unhappily and said, "I am not so shameless as to attack a woman who has no ability to fight back."
"Then congratulations, your words have come true. Princess Ming Wei is seriously ill." Feng Qingchen quickly changed his words and asked, "Princess Ming Wei is fine, how could she be sick? She is not a weak girl."
"As a princess, she is naturally delicate and precious. She must be exhausted from traveling day and night. In addition, she is depressed and it is not surprising that she fell ill. You know, no matter how scheming Princess Mingwei is, she is only a teenager. She probably didn't expect Mr. Wenyuan's death, and she feels guilty.
In addition, with the death of Mr. Wenyuan and the defeat of Nanling Jinfan, she had no way out. If she returned to Nanling, she would die. Neither Jinxing nor the Zhan family would let her go. The Queen and Prince Luo were her last resort. If Prince Luo's personal soldiers neglected her, she would be worried and sick. "Although the Ninth Uncle did not see it with his own eyes, he guessed it was almost right.
"I sympathize with her, a poor woman. It's inevitable that she will go crazy when she meets a pervert like Nanling Jinfan." How many women's futures have been ruined by Nanling Jinfan.
Su Wan, Su Rou, and the previously deceased Concubine Su. It was really unlucky for the women of the Su family to meet Nanling Jinfan, but the man who had ruined the women of the Su family was also the daughter of a Su family woman.
"She can't die. I have already sent people to rescue her. It would be too easy for her to die of illness like this." Most importantly, Princess Mingwei hadn't even played her trump card yet. It would be a real loss for her to die at this time.
"I thought you were reluctant to let her die. After all, she is the woman you have spent a lot of time thinking about." Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Uncle with a smile, reminding him of what happened in Nanling.
Ahem… Uncle Nine turned his face away in embarrassment: “At that time,
The king is testing her."
"Testing? Who are you trying to fool? Princess Mingwei didn't have such a scheme at that time. You are the reason why she has become what she is today. If it weren't for Nanling Jinfan's downfall, she would have stayed in Dongling with Zhan Yan as Princess Nanling for a while, and then returned with Mr. Wenyuan.
With this capital, plus Mr. Wenyuan's reputation, she can find a disciple from an aristocratic family to marry when she returns to Nanling, and live a plain life. However, because of your power struggle, you pushed her out, and you ruined her life, and also ruined Zhan Yan's life. "Feng Qingchen had always wanted to say these words, but she couldn't find the opportunity. Now that the Ninth Prince gave her the opportunity to say it, she poured it all out.
Feng Qingchen's words were too sharp. The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen in astonishment. After a long while, he said, "Being at the center of power, I have no choice. If I don't take this opportunity to take down Nanling Jinfan, I don't know when I can take him down."
Dealing with the prince of another country is not as easy as imagined, otherwise, he would not have needed to plan for so many years.
"So, we women are destined to sacrifice for your rights." Feng Qingchen's eyes welled up with tears when she thought of herself falling into Nanling Jinfan's hands.
If she didn't have some ability to protect herself, her fate would be even worse than Princess Mingwei's.
Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and choked up, "You know, I almost died when I fell into Nanling Jinfan's hands. If I hadn't met the people from Xuanqing Pavilion, what you saw would be my corpse."
This danger was brought to her by the Ninth Prince, but he never said a word afterwards. In fact...she has not heard a single word of concern until now.
"Qingchen, this king..." The Ninth Prince stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Feng Qingchen in his arms, but Feng Qingchen dodged him.
Feng Qingchen blinked her eyes, blinked back the tears in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Why are you saying this? It's all in the past. I'm fine."
Precisely because she did not die, the Ninth Prince did not have any psychological burden and did not think that he had done anything wrong.
Perhaps only after her death would the Ninth Prince realize that even the most perfect plan could still encounter unexpected events during its execution, and a small accident could be enough to cost her life.
She is a human, not a god. It is impossible for her to be so lucky every time and escape safely.
He understood Feng Qingchen's accusation and the unspoken meaning in Feng Qingchen's words, but...
"Qingchen, my woman, is destined to face these. I am walking on the edge of a cliff. Every step I take must be cautious and yet I must move forward boldly, even at the risk of my life. Otherwise, even if I don't fall to death, I will not have a good ending." The Ninth Prince hugged Feng Qingchen into his arms again. This time, Feng Qingchen did not refuse, but was a little stiff.
Leaning in the arms of the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen stared blankly ahead with confusion in his eyes.
Sometimes she felt very tired, but she was unwilling to give up. She had been working hard to build her own power, but the speed at which she built her power could never keep up with the pace of the Ninth Prince.
She had just gained her foothold in Dongling when the Ninth Prince stepped into Nanling. When she was ready to go to Nanling, the Ninth Prince had already left Nanling.
"What should I do?" Feng Qingchen buried her face in the Ninth Prince's arms and muttered softly.
The Ninth Prince heard it but did not answer. He just patted Feng Qingchen's back gently, comforting her silently.
Feng Qingchen had done a good job, but his steps were too fast and too urgent, which made Feng Qingchen feel exhausted...
It’s not Feng Qingchen’s fault, it’s his fault.