1642 Liancheng, why don't you give me an explanation?
Feng Qingchen has complicated feelings towards Zhezhe. She always thinks that Zhezhe is a child and also her patient. The dark side of Zhezhe's character is really a disease, but it's a pity that she can't cure it.
Zhezhe was indeed very bad, but Feng Qingchen didn't want to see Zhezhe die tragically in front of her one day. After learning that this matter had nothing to do with Zhezhe, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you know who it was?"
In order to see the expression of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen had to raise her head. Soon her neck became sore. Feng Qingchen tugged at the hem of the Ninth Prince's clothes, signaling him to lower his head as she was tired.
It’s annoying. He’s obviously a head taller than her, but he likes to stand in front of her, forcing her to crane her neck to see the Ninth Prince’s expression, even though the Ninth Prince has a blank expression most of the time.
The Ninth Prince smiled dotingly, lowered his head to look at Feng Qingchen, and said: "There is no evidence, but I can guess a thing or two. If my speculation is correct, Nanling Jinfan should not be dead."
The only people who would do such a thing are those who are stupid enough to seek death. In the eyes of the Ninth Prince, Nanling Jinfan is such a person.
Nanling Jinfan has always liked playing with fire and taking unconventional approaches. The more dangerous things he does, the more he likes to do them. People like him will eventually get burned one day.
"You suspect Nanling Jinfan? He didn't die at sea." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but sigh. Nanling Jinfan's life was better than Xiaoqiang's. He didn't die even in this situation. He was truly a talented person.
There seemed to be no clues about this matter, but the Ninth Prince nodded firmly: "If you haven't seen the body, you can't prove that he is dead. I can't think of anyone else who would be so stupid. Fighting with evil demons is undoubtedly courting death."
Why are those old guys classified as evil demons? It’s not just because their actions are evil, but more because they are fickle. Except for people like Nanling Jinfan who are forced into a desperate situation, ordinary people dare not contact them at all, for fear of being sold out when the time comes.
That group of evil people never understood what trust was. Countless people were betrayed by them and met with miserable end.
Feng Qingchen nodded with a serious look on his face: "It's always him who deals with evil people. We should be careful about this matter. If it is finally found out that it is Nanling Jinfan, we can't just sit back and watch. But if it has nothing to do with Nanling Jinfan, we should stay out of it. The world of martial arts is the world of martial arts, and we are not from the world of martial arts."
At least not on the surface. There is no benefit for them to intervene in such matters. If they do well, it is Ling Tian's credit, because Ling Wei persuaded them; but if they do not do well, it is because the Ninth Prince is not capable enough. It is better to stay out of such thankless tasks.
"Well, I will have someone investigate. You don't have to worry about Ling Tian. I will teach him a lesson." The Ninth Prince said this to vent Feng Qingchen's anger. Feng Qingchen was indeed unhappy with Ling Tian's behavior, but considering Xuan Shaoqi's position, Feng Qingchen still added: "Don't make it too embarrassing. After all, he is someone we know."
"Hmm." What exactly did this "hmm" mean? Perhaps only the Ninth Prince himself knew. Feng Qingchen did not delve into it. After talking about the bloody things that happened on the road, Feng Qingchen brought up the things in the palace.
"The Supreme Emperor summoned me to the palace in the name of Empress Dowager Xie." Feng Qingchen did not hide anything, nor did she think that she could hide it from the Ninth Uncle.
"Not anymore." Empress Dowager Xie will not have this right in the future.
Feng Qingchen didn't care about this. No one in the Dongling Palace could look at her coldly. What she cared about was: "The Emperor said that the person who assassinated me on the street that day was from Liancheng. Do you want to give me an explanation for this?"
She had no grudges against Liancheng. Feng Qingchen thought about it and felt that the matter was probably caused by the Ninth Prince.
As expected, the Ninth Prince stiffened for a moment and said, "This matter is indeed related to this prince."
"You knew it a long time ago?" The smile on Feng Qingchen's face faded a little: "Why didn't you tell me?" Did the Ninth Prince want to keep this secret because he thought she couldn't find out?
What is the relationship between the Ninth Prince and Liancheng? Or, what is the relationship between the Ninth Prince and Lan Jiuqing?
The Ninth Prince admitted his fault straightforwardly, his tone sounding a bit tired: "Qingchen, I have my own reasons for this matter, but you have to trust me. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
"Okay, I believe you." Feng Qingchen held the Ninth Uncle's hand with his backhand: "But I don't want it to happen again. I am very afraid of death. I am especially afraid that I will not be able to kill you before I die, and I will have to go on the road alone."
The Ninth Prince's original trepidation instantly subsided because of Feng Qingchen's words. He pulled Feng Qingchen up with a little force, hugged her in his arms, sniffed the fragrance of Feng Qingchen's hair, and said solemnly: "Qingchen, this king will not let you die alone."
"That's good, otherwise I would not let you go even if I turned into a ghost." Feng Qingchen stood on tiptoe and bit the Ninth Prince's shoulder hard. The Ninth Prince felt pain and his body stiffened a little, but he soon relaxed and let Feng Qingchen bite him.
Feng Qingchen bit very hard until the smell of blood spread in his mouth. Feng Qingchen loosened his teeth, licked the blood at the corner of his lips, and said proudly: "Next time, it won't be as simple as seeing blood on the shoulder."
"What is that?" The wound on his shoulder was a little painful, but the Ninth Prince did not take it seriously. He pressed his thumb on the corner of Feng Qingchen's mouth and wiped away the blood bit by bit.
"If you do it again, I'll cripple you." As he spoke, Feng Qingchen raised his right foot, and his knee just touched the Ninth Prince's buttocks. The Ninth Prince's icy expression finally changed, and he begged for mercy, "Qingchen..."
"Hmph... it's good that you're afraid." Feng Qingchen continued to be arrogant, poking the Ninth Uncle's chest with her finger: "Dong Lingjiu, I'm telling you... if you dare to take risks with me or our future children like your brother did, I will not only cripple you, but also eat your flesh and drink your blood, turn you into a mummified corpse, and keep it from decaying for a thousand years, so that you will never have peace in your life."
This is so poisonous...
"I won't." The Ninth Prince had a blank expression on his face, but he was not frightened by Feng Qingchen's words: "I will protect you. No matter how difficult the situation is, I will try my best to give you a stable and prosperous life. If one day, I can't protect you, I will always be with you."
There are too many unpredictable things in this world. The Ninth Prince did not confidently promise that he would be able to protect Feng Qingchen for eternity. He only promised that no matter what the future holds, he will be there...
"Remember what you said." Feng Qingchen's voice gradually softened, leaning in the arms of the Ninth Prince, and whispered: "During this period, I have been very uneasy, and I am very afraid that one day I will end up like Concubine Xie and the Eighth Prince. But after hearing your words today, I feel at ease."
"This king will never do that to you." He is not the emperor's brother. He only has Qingchen as his woman, and the mother of his child is Qingchen. He will not sacrifice his woman and child. If he is not sure, he will not let his woman and child take risks.
"Yeah." Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, but just leaned in the Ninth Uncle's arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, with her arms around his waist, getting closer and closer.
The golden setting sun refracted in through the crack in the door, with a few rays occasionally falling on the hems of their clothes, spinning back and forth playfully, but unable to get between them.
They cherished this moment very much. In this chaotic world, it was not easy for them to obtain this moment of peace. After all, they were not sentimental people. Even if they loved deeply, they would not lose their minds and abandon their responsibilities to their country for the sake of their love...