1385 Speechless, My Left Hand Is Broken
The Ninth Prince never thought that one day he would be stopped at the gate of Feng Mansion, and the people who stopped him would be the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family.
When did the Feng Mansion come under the management of the Si family?
The Ninth Prince was confused, but he didn't say it out loud. He just said coldly, "Get out of the way."
"My master has given an order, and I dare not disobey. I beg Your Highness not to make things difficult for me." The Eighteen Riders of the Si Family, no... now they should be called the Eighteen Riders of the Feng Family, stood guard outside Feng Qingchen's yard with neither arrogance nor servility, lined up in a row, blocking all the ways of the Ninth Uncle.
"Master? Which master?" The Ninth Prince had dealt with the Eighteen Riders before, so he naturally understood how stubborn and arrogant these eighteen people were.
The Ninth Prince slightly tilted his body and hid his injured left arm in the darkness.
If he really has to fight, he must not let his opponent discover his weaknesses.
"Master of Feng Mansion, our master." The eighteen riders of Si family answered every question.
"Feng Qingchen?" The Ninth Prince frowned.
Apparently, a lot of things happened in the imperial city during the month he was away, and he missed them all.
"yes."
"When did it happen?"
"A few days ago."
Next, the Ninth Prince asked a few more questions, but the Eighteen Riders seemed unwilling to say more. They only said that their current master was Feng Qingchen, and no one was allowed to enter without Feng Qingchen's order.
When the secret guards saw that the Ninth Prince was blocked by the Eighteen Riders, they had wanted to come out for a long time. However, they were afraid that if they showed up, their master would accuse them of being irresponsible. So they could only grit their teeth and bear it. It was not until the Ninth Prince and the Eighteen Riders were about to fight that the secret guards hurriedly jumped out.
"Master, calm down. I am late. Please punish me." As soon as the secret guard appeared, he stood between the Ninth Prince and the Eighteen Riders to prevent a fight between the two sides.
"The king does not want to see you. Get out of the way." The Ninth Prince had a dead face without any expression. The secret guards were terrified and the Eighteen Riders secretly cursed their bad luck. They did not want to fight with the Ninth Prince at all. They just advised the Ninth Prince to come again tomorrow. Feng Qingchen was a woman, so it was not convenient for them to go in and report.
"Master, Miss Feng has just fallen asleep, what do you think?" the secret guard tried to persuade him.
“When will you be able to be my master?” The Ninth Prince’s voice became colder and colder. The Eighteen Riders could already feel the cold murderous intent emanating from the Ninth Prince.
Even if they didn't want to confront the Ninth Prince, they had to draw their swords and be on guard at this time.
"Master, Miss Feng..." The secret guard was about to cry, but before he could finish his words, the Ninth Prince kicked him and said, "Get out of the way."
"Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for us." Although the Eighteen Riders were afraid of the Ninth Uncle, they still refused to give in.
"You're blocking my way, damn it." Full of expectations, he was eager to see Feng Qingchen, but was blocked again and again. The Ninth Prince's patience ran out, and he directly fought with the Eighteen Riders.
In the middle of the night, the sound of swords clashing was heard. Unless Feng Qingchen was fast asleep, she would not have been able to miss it. When the Ninth Prince and the Eighteen Riders started fighting, Feng Qingchen woke up with a start.
"It's only been a month, and someone is targeting me again?" Feng Qingchen sneered, casually put on a piece of clothing, and got up from the bed.
Feng Qingchen didn't light the lamp. He held a dagger in his right hand and carefully opened the door. When he was about to go out, he heard the words of the Eighteen Riders of the Si Family: "Your Majesty, don't blame us for being rude if you continue to fight."
"You can try it." The Ninth Prince was like a killing god, with a chilling aura around him, as if he had a grudge against the person in front of him, and every move he made seemed to be a way to vent his anger.
"Ninth Uncle?" Feng Qingchen paused, standing at the door in a daze. It took him a long time to react.
, shouting: "Stop."
The eighteen riders secretly thanked their lucky stars. The Ninth Prince's face was still frighteningly gloomy, but he put away the sword in his hand and looked at Feng Qingchen who was approaching with burning eyes.
In perfect condition, very good.
In the darkness, Feng Qingchen couldn't see clearly, but she could feel the gaze of the Ninth Prince. Her heart felt sour. She blinked, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and walked over calmly.
"Miss Feng." When the eighteen riders saw Feng Qingchen coming over, they bowed politely and left.
Stopping the Ninth Uncle is your duty, but interfering in the affairs of the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen is seeking death.
The secret guards were also alert and disappeared in a flash, fearing that the Ninth Prince would take his anger out on them.
Outside the house, only the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were left. The Ninth Prince's eyes were blazing, while Feng Qingchen had a calm expression. When their eyes met, the Ninth Prince was startled and had a bad feeling in his heart.
The Ninth Prince quickly ignored the uneasiness in his heart and said, "Qingchen, the king is back."
"I'm glad that Your Majesty has returned safely. This is not the place to talk. Ninth Uncle, please..." Feng Qingchen turned around and led the way, but returned the Ninth Uncle to the study.
The moment she turned around, tears flashed in Feng Qingchen's eyes, and she bit her lip, refusing to show any abnormality.
The Ninth Prince felt more and more uneasy, but he did not say it out loud. He followed Feng Qingchen to the study room, and after sitting down, he did not speak a word, but just looked at Feng Qingchen, as if he could see through her.
He didn't understand what Feng Qingchen meant by this. Was she angry with him? Was she blaming him? It didn't seem like that...
Feng Qingchen did not feel uncomfortable at all. When the Ninth Prince was assessing her, she also looked at him.
His beard was untidy, his eyes were dark circles, and his cheeks were thin. It seemed that he had not had a good time in the past month. Looking at the Ninth Prince's sitting posture, he was straight and heroic, but a little awkward. Feng Qingchen's eyes naturally fell on his injured left hand.
There's nothing I can do about it, it's just professional habit.
The two of them sat in silence for a while. Feng Qingchen knew that if she didn't speak, the Ninth Prince would definitely not speak on his own initiative. She was far inferior to the Ninth Prince in terms of endurance.
"Are you hurt?" Feng Qingchen broke the silence, feeling a little sad.
She really became this man's personal doctor. Whenever he was injured, he would come to her without even considering her current condition.
"Yeah." The Ninth Prince responded, his eyes still fixed on Feng Qingchen.
He became thinner and more haggard, and the way he looked at her changed too!
This change made the Ninth Prince feel uneasy, and he always felt that he could not grasp it.
Feng Qingchen was too exhausted to guess what the Ninth Uncle was thinking. She said "wait a moment" and went back to her room to get the medicine box, while ordering someone to prepare hot water.
"Take off your clothes." Feng Qingchen put the medicine box on the table and turned to the Ninth Uncle.
"My hand is injured." The Ninth Prince did not move and looked somewhat pitiful.
"I know. Do you want me to ask the servants to help?" She wanted to help the Ninth Prince take off his clothes, but...
She is not much better than the Ninth Uncle.
"No, you take it off." He was eager to prove that Feng Qingchen had not changed.
She didn't mind helping the Ninth Uncle take off his clothes, but: "Don't you know that my arm is broken?"
Feng Qingchen pointed at his left arm which had been hanging by his side.
"Does it hurt?" The Ninth Prince lowered his voice slightly, and his hoarseness made people tremble. Feng Qingchen felt her heart skip a beat, and the pain made her breath choke and she almost cried.
Isn't it too late to ask her if she can feel the pain now?