1364 Hostage, the Ninth Prince will not come
Looking at the whole thing, it goes without saying that the biggest beneficiary is the Ninth Prince, but...
Feng Qingchen rejected it without even thinking: "Impossible. Prince Chun is the nephew of the Ninth Emperor's uncle. The Ninth Emperor's uncle would never do anything to him."
If the Ninth Prince was really so cold-blooded, he would not have tolerated the Crown Prince again and again. The Crown Prince has challenged the Ninth Prince's bottom line several times. If it were someone else, I'm afraid there would be grass growing on his grave.
But because that man was the prince and was related to him by blood, the Ninth Prince gave him chances again and again.
If the Ninth Prince wanted to take Prince Chun's life, he could have just killed him in the Imperial City. Why would he go to so much trouble to send Prince Chun away from this dangerous place?
"Nephew?" Prince Luo said disapprovingly, "Feng Qingchen, you think too highly of Uncle Nine. Not to mention nephews, even if my biological father blocked Uncle Nine's way, Uncle Nine would kill him. When did Uncle Nine have nephews like us in his eyes? Prince Chun is Uncle Nine's nephew, and I am his nephew too, but how did he treat us nephews?"
"I believe in the Ninth Uncle. He would not do such a thing. Prince Chun's death has nothing to do with him." Feng Qingchen still spoke firmly for the Ninth Uncle even though he knew that this would anger Prince Luo.
When Prince Chun died, the Ninth Prince was not in the Imperial City. Everything that happened afterwards was because they saw the opportunity and launched attacks on Prince Luo and Prince Zhou. It had nothing to do with the Ninth Prince.
"Nothing to do with it? Since you trust the Ninth Prince so much, how about we make a bet?" Prince Luo curled his lips in a smile. Under the dim light, he looked extremely evil.
Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. She had a bad feeling that King Luo's target today was her, the living her.
She can't be held hostage by King Luo!
Feng Qingchen didn't even think twice and raised his knife to stab Dong Ling Ziluo, but...
Prince Luo was one step faster than Feng Qingchen. As Feng Qingchen just moved, he quickly stood up and raised his hand to knock the dagger out of Feng Qingchen's hand.
With a snap, the dagger fell to the ground.
King Luo did not give Feng Qingchen time to react. He jumped behind Feng Qingchen like lightning, grabbed her wrist, and put her behind her back with a backhand.
The whole action was done in one go, and in just a moment, Feng Qingchen fell into King Luo's hands. It was obvious that King Luo had learned his lesson after suffering a loss at the hands of Feng Qingchen once.
Taking down Feng Qingchen so easily made King Luo feel very happy. King Luo leaned close to Feng Qingchen's ear and whispered, "Qingchen, what would happen if I broke your hands now? Without these hands, you can't help the Ninth Emperor's uncle. Will he still want you?"
The hot air from his nose sprinkled on Feng Qingchen's neck, making Feng Qingchen extremely uncomfortable. The slightest movement was met with even more excessive harassment from King Luo, so Feng Qingchen bit her lip and did not move.
Even when King Luo's right hand was across her waist, Feng Qingchen just stiffened and then ignored him.
In the face of absolute force, all her little tricks were just paper tigers. She was no match for King Luo. Not to mention that she was in King Luo's hands now, even if she fought alone, she couldn't beat King Luo.
Prince Luo has now given up everything. It is completely useless for her to appeal to him with emotions and to persuade him with courtesy. Instead of wasting her energy, it is better to wait and see how things develop. As long as she is not dead, there will be hope.
"Haha~ You are indeed practical, and smart enough that people want to keep you forever." King Luo was very satisfied with Feng Qingchen's docility. He held Feng Qingchen's earlobe in his mouth. Feng Qingchen's body trembled, and a hint of shame and anger flashed in his eyes. Unfortunately, King Luo couldn't see it.
Prince Luo bit Feng Qingchen's earlobe gently, and the tip of his tongue slid across Feng Qingchen's neck: "Tell me, if the Ninth Prince knew that you were in my hands, would he come to save you?"
King Luo didn't need Feng Qingchen's answer at all, and answered himself: "I bet he
Won’t come.”
"Since Prince Luo already knows, what's there to say?" Feng Qingchen turned her face away in disgust. Although she was not as mysophobic as the Ninth Prince, she did not like Prince Luo's intimate behavior.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you are so pitiful. You gave so much for the Ninth Prince, but in the end he still discarded you like a piece of trash." Prince Luo put one arm around Feng Qingchen's waist and held Feng Qingchen's hand with the other, holding Feng Qingchen firmly in his arms. It looked like Feng Qingchen was leaning on Prince Luo's arms, and there was no gap between them at all.
Prince Luo pushed Feng Qingchen out and said, "Even though I know that the Ninth Prince will not come, I still want to take you away."
Before going out, Prince Luo deliberately put on the black hat behind him, and his whole body was immersed in darkness. With the night covering his face, no one could tell who he was.
"Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to just kill me?" Feng Qingchen staggered a step and walked out. King Luo's thoughts became more and more profound, and she really couldn't guess what they were thinking.
"Kill you? If you die, what bargaining chip will I use to negotiate with the eldest son and make him support me as emperor?" A hint of pride flashed in Prince Luo's deep eyes.
Dongling Ziluo wants both the country and the beauty!
So this was what Prince Luo was planning. It looked like her life was not in danger for the time being. Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, followed Prince Luo's steps, and walked out obediently.
Prince Luo walked out carelessly with Feng Qingchen, which soon attracted the attention of the guards. But when they rushed over, Feng Qingchen was already in Prince Luo's hands, and the guards did not dare to move at all.
"Qingchen..." King Luo's voice was like a whisper, and Feng Qingchen's hair stood on end. Before he could say anything more, Feng Qingchen said, "All of you leave, don't worry about me."
"Miss." The guard hesitated, not daring to step forward or retreat.
"Step back, I'll be fine." Feng Qingchen repeated. The guards looked at each other and finally took a step back.
"The servants in your house are well trained. When I succeed to the throne, I will also train you well." The first sentence is nothing, but the second one is meaningful.
Feng Qingchen endured the cold and continued to walk out, thinking about how to escape from the clutches of King Luo. Unfortunately, King Luo had made sufficient preparations tonight, and it would not be easy for Feng Qingchen to escape.
Everything was arranged just right. As soon as Prince Luo and Feng Qingchen left the Feng Mansion, a carriage drove over from the darkness and stopped briefly in front of Prince Luo. Prince Luo then jumped into the carriage carrying Feng Qingchen.
"Gee!" Without waiting for King Luo to sit firmly, the carriage rushed forward rapidly.
As soon as Prince Luo got on the carriage, a group of men in black rushed out from the street corner and stopped the Feng Mansion guards. The Feng Mansion guards could only watch the carriage disappear into the distance.
As a kidnapped hostage, Feng Qingchen had no human rights. As soon as Prince Luo got on the carriage, he held Feng Qingchen in his arms like a puppy.
Feng Qingchen lay on King Luo's thighs with her legs bent, her left hand twisted behind her back and her right hand pressed under her body. This posture was very awkward. Her limbs were absolutely stiff after lying there for too long. In addition, the carriage was bumpy all the way, making Feng Qingchen feel even more confused.
Feng Qingchen secretly bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake, waiting for an opportunity.
The carriage moved forward and soon drove out of the city. The road outside the city was even bumpier. Feng Qingchen felt very uncomfortable in his stomach. King Luo seemed to sense Feng Qingchen's weakness and relaxed his vigilance a little.
Feng Qingchen's eyes suddenly lit up, she knew that the opportunity was coming. While King Luo closed his eyes to rest, Feng Qingchen took advantage of the shaking of the carriage, pulled out her right hand a little, and quietly flipped it upwards.
At some point, Feng Qingchen had a small scalpel in his right hand. However, Feng Qingchen's right hand was pressed under his body, so King Luo couldn't see it at all...