1374 Calculation, Borrowing a Knife to Kill
The moment their eyes met, although neither of them said anything, Wang Jinling understood what Feng Qingchen was going to do, and Feng Qingchen also knew that Wang Jinling understood her and would cooperate with her.
Wang Jinling nodded gently to Feng Qingchen, and Feng Qingchen closed his eyes to indicate that he understood.
The two of them, communicating silently and without alerting anyone, had already formulated a rescue plan.
After making sure that Wang Jinling would cooperate with his plan, Feng Qingchen stopped thinking about it and waited silently for the opportunity.
In order to make Wang Jinling compromise, King Luo's guard slightly applied force to the knife that was pressed against Feng Qingchen's eye, and a drop of blood slid down from the corner of Feng Qingchen's eye.
The pain reached a certain level, and Feng Qingchen was already numb. At least she didn't feel any pain now. As for the disfigurement? With the Valley Master's medicine, it was just a minor injury, and there wouldn't even be a scar left, so...
Not only her, but even the Ninth Prince would not take it seriously, since she was not dead anyway.
"Young Master, will you let me go?" the guard asked arrogantly. Wang Jinling hesitated for a moment, and the guard exerted force again, and the tip of the knife had pierced Feng Qingchen's face. Wang Jinling finally compromised: "Put down the knife, don't hurt her, I will let you go."
"Take Miss Feng with you?" Prince Luo's guard couldn't believe what he heard.
Is the eldest son of the Wang family compromising?
"Don't hurt her. I'll let you go." Wang Jinling repeated his words, but only he and Feng Qingchen understood the meaning of his words.
A gentleman keeps his promise. In the eyes of the world, Wang Jinling is a gentleman. No one would doubt what he says, and the guards of Prince Luo would not think that the elegant and refined young master would lie to them.
"Don't worry, young master. We will never hurt Miss Feng." After getting the young master's promise, Prince Luo's guard took the knife. But at this moment, Feng Qingchen, who had closed her eyes, suddenly opened her eyes. A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and without waiting for Prince Luo's guard to move, Feng Qingchen suddenly used her head to hit the guard behind her.
At the same time, the Wang family guards also quickly stepped forward and threw the long arrows in their hands directly at Luo Wang's guards.
"Ah..." The guard who was guarding Feng Qingchen felt pain and loosened his grip. Feng Qingchen fell to the ground like mud. Before others could react, he was stopped by King Luo's guards.
"Young Master, you are despicable." Seeing that the situation was not good, Luo Wang's guards did not care about Feng Qingchen and concentrated on fighting with the Wang family guards.
"I am a man of my words. I will definitely let you go." Wang Jinling smiled gently, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Ignoring the chaos on the battlefield, Wang Jinling stepped into the battle circle and picked up the blood-covered Feng Qingchen.
“Qingchen.” As if holding the most precious treasure in the world, Wang Jinling moved devoutly, his bloodshot eyes filled with tears: “I’m late.
Wang Jinling hugged Feng Qingchen tightly, pressing her against his heart.
"I..." Feng Qingchen woke up slowly and wanted to say that everything was fine, but her lips couldn't move and her eyelids trembled but she couldn't open them.
She is so tired.
"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Jinling lowered his head and rubbed his cheek lightly against Feng Qingchen's forehead. Feng Qingchen's face was covered in blood and mud, but Wang Jinling didn't think it was dirty. He held Feng Qingchen and walked forward. The guard wanted to take over in the middle of the way, but Wang Jinling refused.
"Prepare the carriage and let the doctor go to Wang...Feng Mansion immediately." He wanted to bring Feng Qingchen back to the Wang family, but he couldn't. He couldn't ruin Qingchen's reputation.
"Yes, sir." The guard replied respectfully, and then asked in a low voice: "Where are the guards of Prince Luo's Mansion?"
Wang Jinling thought for a moment and said, "Kill all those in the forest, and keep these five alive. Send them and the bodies to Prince Luo's Mansion with great fanfare. I want everyone in the capital to know about it.
"I understand." The Wang family guards knew as soon as they heard this that this matter would not end well. The Wang family wanted to expose this matter and involve King Lalo.
Before Wang Jinling got on the carriage, he looked back at the tied-up guards of Prince Luo's Mansion, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He will put all the blame on King Luo.
Wang Jinling carried the unconscious Feng Qingchen and rode at full speed towards the city. Before entering the city, they met Fu Lin who came to look for them.
Fu Lin came on the emperor's orders. Even though Wang Jinling was in a hurry, he had to stop and exchange a few words with Fu Lin.
At least Fu Lin knew that Feng Qingchen's condition was not good, so he just asked about her situation briefly and then asked Wang Jinling to hand over King Luo and his men to him for punishment.
I thought Wang Jinling would be very happy to hand over this trouble, but I didn't expect Wang Jinling to refuse.
"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Fu. My Wang family can still handle some minor matters, so I won't cause any trouble to Lord Fu." It is indeed easier to let the emperor handle it, but some grudges can only be avenged personally, such as framing the queen.
If the emperor executes him, Prince Luo's fate will be painless.
"Young Master, are you sure you want to do it yourself?" Does Wang Jinling not consider the Wang family?
"My Wang family still has this ability." It is easier to dethrone the son of a deposed queen than the son of a queen.
Judging from the situation in Prince Luo's mansion, Prince Luo should have been seriously injured. If he attacked at this time, Prince Luo would not even have the chance to fight back. If he missed such a good opportunity, he would not be Wang Jinling.
"Young Master, some things cannot be done too drastically. After all, he is the emperor's son." Fu Lin wanted to persuade him. After all, Wang Jinling represented the Wang family. If some things were done, the Wang family would be in trouble.
"Your Majesty is a wise ruler." Wang Jinling made it clear that he would not compromise. Seeing that Fu Lin refused to give in, he added, "Lord Fu wants to ask for credit. Perhaps he can get some benefits if he drives him out now." It was too late. There was only blood on the ground, and not even the corpses could be found.
"You'd better take care of yourself." Fu Lin was so angry at Wang Jinling's attitude that he refused to listen to any threats or words. He said this and led his men towards the scene of the incident.
At all costs, they had to snatch the person away from Wang Jinling to avoid losing face for the royal family.
Meeting Fu Lin was just a small episode and did not affect Wang Jinling's pace. However, after entering the city, Fu Lin was kind enough to let someone leak the matter to City Lord Chu.
For the sake of the future son-in-law, Prince Zhou, City Lord Chu will definitely step in. Even without the Wang family making any moves, the people of City Chu and Prince Zhou will dethrone Prince Luo.
After arranging this matter, Wang Jinling no longer cared about Prince Luo's affairs. His whole mind was now focused on Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen's body was covered in mud and blood. Wang Jinling really didn't know how seriously Feng Qingchen was injured. However, her high body temperature made Wang Jinling extremely uneasy, fearing that Feng Qingchen would be burned and become insane.
Along the way, Wang Jinling kept wiping Feng Qingchen's face and hands with cold water. Seeing Feng Qingchen's broken left arm, scratched cheek and bruised forehead, Wang Jinling let out a tear from his eye.
His big hand gently stroked Feng Qingchen's cheek, and Wang Jinling blamed himself in his heart: "If the Ninth Prince was here, Prince Luo would not dare to touch you."
"Qingchen, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
"I am indeed not as good as the Ninth Uncle. You were right to choose the Ninth Uncle."
"Qingchen, there won't be a next time. King Luo can never hurt you again. I will never let him go."
Wang Jinling hugged Feng Qingchen, forehead touching Feng Qingchen's, crying silently until the carriage stopped...
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