1377 Leave, this temper is too big

How could the Wang family guards, a group of a hundred people, parading through the city without attracting attention, especially the ten carriages full of corpses, with blood dripping out from time to time.

"It's going to be a good show this time." In the teahouse, Cui Haoting took a look from a distance and then looked away.

"The eldest son of the Wang family is a passionate man who gets angry for the beauty he loves." Mr. Yuan Xi slowly poured himself a cup of tea, with a hint of admiration in his tone.

Not everyone has the courage like Wang Jinling to fight against the emperor for a woman.

"Act on impulse. It seems that the Wang family is already firmly under the control of Wang Jinling." Otherwise, how could Wang Jinling make such a big move? Wang Jinling is not the Ninth Prince. He does not need to report to the family for his actions.

"You married his sister, so you can learn a few tricks from her. Then I can leave with peace of mind." Mr. Yuan Xi picked up the tea but did not drink it. He stared at the white smoke formed by the heat in a daze.

Cui Haoting sighed inaudibly: "Are you really leaving? Why don't you finish watching the show before leaving?" Even though he knew he couldn't keep her, he still wanted to stay a little longer.

"That's the result, what's so good about it?" Mr. Yuan Xi drank the tea in the cup and threw it behind him casually.

With a snap, the porcelain cup shattered to the ground, and Mr. Yuan Xi stood up: "Okay, I've stayed in the capital long enough, it's time to go. Finally, I remind you that when the Cui family has the strength to ascend to that position, you must first kill the Ninth Uncle."

After saying this, Mr. Yuan Xi left without looking back, leaving Cui Haoting standing there, wondering what he meant.

The moment Mr. Wuxi left the city, the good show that Cui Haoting had described began. Wang Jinling reunited with the Wang family guards and brought the ten carts of corpses to the gate of Prince Luo's Mansion.

The guards of Prince Luo's mansion were standing outside the door as if they were facing a great enemy, with their spears pointed at Wang Jinling and the Wang family's bodyguards, ready to attack at any time.

The Wang family guards had just killed someone and there was still a murderous aura on their bodies. Of course, they were unwilling to show weakness at this time. Their hands were already grasping the hilt of the knife. As long as the other party dared to move, they would dare to kill, even in the imperial city.

Both sides were on high alert, the atmosphere was tense, and the battle was about to break out. The only person who was not affected was probably Wang Jinling who was sitting on horseback.

Ignoring the fighting between the two sides, Wang Jinling raised his eyes and smiled softly: "Don't be nervous, we are not here to fight today, we are just giving a gift to King Luo."

As soon as Wang Jinling said this, the atmosphere eased a little. The Wang family guards immediately put away their murderous intent. The Luo Wang guards also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but they still looked at Wang Jinling warily, fearing that Wang Jinling would do something extreme.

Wang Jinling ignored the people from Prince Luo's Mansion and signaled his subordinates to drive the ten carriages to the gate of Prince Luo's Mansion, line them up in a row, and take away the horses pulling the carriages.

What does this mean?

Prince Luo's guards looked puzzled, but did not dare to take action. They secretly blamed themselves in their hearts, wondering what happened to the Nine Gates Admiral and the Imperial Guards today, as they had not been seen for half a day.

"Pour it out." Wang Jinling gave an order, and the Wang family guards stepped forward together and pushed over the ten horses at the same time.

Boom, boom, boom... The carriage fell to the ground, and corpses rolled out of the carriage, lying all over the ground and directly in front of the gate of Prince Luo's mansion.

"Young Master, what do you mean?" The people in Prince Luo's Mansion changed their expressions and took a step back unconsciously.

More than a hundred corpses lay outside the gate of Prince Luo's Mansion. Some of them rolled so far that they even rolled into the footsteps of the guards. When they lowered their heads, they could see the hideous faces of the people before they died.

"Send a gift to Prince Luo. These murderers... I have thought about it for a long time and I think it is better to give them to Prince Luo. After all, it cost Prince Luo a lot of money to raise them." Wang Jinling's eyes were smiling, and his elegance was overflowing. He was indescribably beautiful, but the people in Prince Luo's mansion felt cold all over.

What does Wang Jinling mean by this?

“Young Master, you can eat whatever you want but you can’t say whatever you want. Even the head of the Wang family cannot bear the charge of framing the prince.” The housekeeper of Prince Luo’s mansion came out at some point and accused Wang Jinling righteously.

"Don't worry, I know the laws of Dongling very well and will never break the law. You may not know these people, but there must be someone who knows them. I have already written the complaint, presented witnesses, and reported the case to the Dali Temple. I'm sure the Dali Temple will give me a fair verdict." Wang Jinling said softly, with a look of confidence that made the people in Luo Wangfu feel offended.

Just when the people in Prince Luo's mansion didn't know what to do, Wang Jinling stopped: "Okay, the gift has been delivered, I won't disturb Prince Luo's meditation. I heard that Prince Luo is ill, you have to take good care of him. If Prince Luo dies now, where can I seek justice?"

After saying this, he rode away on his horse. His manners were graceful and elegant, which formed a sharp contrast with the bloody scene behind him. If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that the eldest son had such an iron-blooded side.

He took one hundred lives without blinking an eye, and threw the bodies in front of King Luo's door. This is really arrogant.

When Fu Lin and his men arrived, it was too late. The eldest son had already left in protest. Everyone in the imperial city knew that Prince Luo had sent people to attack the eldest son, but he ended up killing him and dumping his body at the gate of Prince Luo's mansion...

Fu Lin knew that something was wrong, and he hurried to the palace to apologize. As expected, the emperor was furious and scolded Fu Lin for his incompetence. He asked Fu Lin to handle the follow-up matters. He did not want to hear any rumors that would damage the reputation of the royal family.

Fu Lin cursed his bad luck inwardly, meeting an opponent like Wang Jinling who didn't play by the rules. He was usually very easy to talk to, but why was he so ruthless this time? He didn't even give Wang Luo any face at all. He was trying to force Wang Luo to death.

Fu Lin was so depressed. He knew that Wang Jinling wanted to vent his anger on Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen was not dead. On the contrary, Prince Luo's life or death was unknown. If there was anyone who was angry, shouldn't it be Prince Luo who was angry? Why was Wang Jinling so angry?

Su Wenqing was also confused. Feng Qingchen was only slightly injured, but he looked so wronged and did not even sympathize with the hard work of the Ninth Uncle.

You have to know that what the Ninth Prince did was on the brink of life and death. Over the years, the Ninth Prince's life has been on the line many times. Injuries like Feng Qingchen's are common to the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince has survived alone, so why can't Feng Qingchen?

"Women, really can't be spoiled." Su Wenqing shook his head and sighed, then picked up his pen to write down what happened in the capital in a letter, focusing on Feng Qingchen's attitude, for the Ninth Uncle to refer to.

Although Feng Qingchen said that there was no need to report it to the Ninth Uncle, Su Wenqing really dared not to tell him. With Feng Qingchen's temper, if the Ninth Uncle didn't coax her well, this matter would probably become a knot in the hearts of both of them.

"Women are such trouble." Su Wenqing sealed the letter and thought of Qin Baoer. He felt sorry for Feng Qingchen, but he couldn't make the decision on these matters. As for Feng Qingchen...

After all, she is the Ninth Prince's woman, and no matter how the Ninth Prince coaxes her, it has nothing to do with him.

As for how angry the Ninth Prince would be when he received the letter, it had nothing to do with him. With Bu Jingyun around, the Ninth Prince would definitely take out his anger on Bu Jingyun. When the Ninth Prince returned to the capital...