1655 Please accept my condolences. If you don't commit suicide, you won't die.

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is hard. Looking at the increasingly cold aura around the Ninth Prince, it is clear that Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling's "big business" is doomed to fail.

The Ninth Prince was not a stingy person. If it was normal, Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling discussing smuggling in front of him, damaging the interests of Dongling, he would just turn a blind eye. After all, such things could not be stopped. Rather than benefiting others, it was better to benefit his own people. But this group...

No matter what you say!

It has nothing to do with interests, but a man's face. This is a matter between him and Feng Qingchen, so what does it matter if Wang Jinling interferes?

Of course, the most important thing is that Wang Jinling was generous to Dong Lingjiu. If Wang Jinling wanted to snatch his benefits and show courtesy to Feng Qingchen in front of him, he would be dreaming!

If you don't seek death, you won't die. Since Wang Jinling is seeking death himself, don't blame him for being rude.

The Ninth Prince interrupted Wang Jinling and Feng Qingchen's conversation without any hesitation and said coldly, "I am about to leave the capital, and the Imperial Master is supervising the country. I'm sure you don't have time to take care of the affairs of the northwest."

"What?" Wang Jinling was stunned for a moment and looked up at the Ninth Uncle.

Did he hear it wrong?

Aren’t they talking about the black soil in the northwest? How did it become a matter of regent? The Ninth Prince is too petty.

The Ninth Prince raised his lips slightly and kindly said again: "I will leave the capital next month. Thank you for your hard work, Lord Wang."

He just didn't believe that Wang Jinling had time to take care of the affairs of the Northwest. Even if he had time, he would make Wang Jinling too busy.

"Officials from all over the country have been transferred in due course. I see that you have a lot of free time, so I will leave this matter to you. I want to see that officials from all over the country are reappointed before the end of the year." The officials in the northwest can be from any lineage, but they will never be from the Wang family. Even Feng Qingchen understood this subtext.

Biting fingers...

"You are so unkind to cut off someone's financial resources." Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Prince with resentment. Not only did he not give her a little profit, but he also stopped Wang Jinling from helping her. What a bad guy.

"The country is the most important." The Ninth Prince said righteously, and glanced at Wang Jinling from the corner of his eye. Wang Jinling shook his head and chuckled: "Since you became the regent, you have become more and more stingy."

"This king puts the people of the world first." The Ninth Prince once again used his own noble character to contrast the eldest son's selfishness: "There are many poor people in this world. It is not a gentleman's behavior to compete with the people for profit."

"You are only the regent now. If you want to benefit the people of the world, you have to rebel first." Wang Jinling said to squeeze the Ninth Uncle. Thinking of the important task of regent, Wang Jinling had a headache. He insisted: "Regent, Dongling is stable but not settled. For the sake of the people of the world, you should concentrate on rebellion first and wait until Dongling is settled before taking action."

Although Dongling has fallen into the hands of the Ninth Prince, it is not legitimate after all. Wang Jinling hopes that the Ninth Prince will take the throne of Dongling first, but the Ninth Prince has no such intention and denies it without thinking: "There is no need for that."

Being an emperor means having an extra layer of constraints and less freedom. He cannot do many things. What's more, Dongling is not what he wants. The throne of Dongling cannot satisfy him.

"Take your time. Some things cannot be rushed." The smile on Wang Jinling's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became deep and peaceful, and the atmosphere in the room also became condensed.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Uncle, then at Wang Jinling, looking from his eyes to his nose and from his nose to his heart, trying his best to reduce his presence.

Wang Jinling and the Ninth Prince looked at each other, neither of them spoke. Time passed, Wang Jinling's eyebrows did not move, the Ninth Prince's eyes were firm, and he shook his head slowly: "This king's life is short but long."

He is a hegemon who conquers the world, not a king who only knows how to defend the status quo. He is not afraid of danger, but only afraid of not being able to see the future.

"Take care of yourself." Wang Jinling knew that he could not persuade him, so he sighed softly and suppressed the worry in his heart.

"Don't worry, I can't bear to die." Even if it's for Feng Qingchen, he will live well.

What would happen to Feng Qingchen if he died?

The matter of the Northwest coal and soil came to nothing. Under the strong intervention of the Ninth Prince, Wang Jinling absolutely could not help Feng Qingchen to mine privately. Feng Qingchen also thought that if he did not give the Ninth Prince any benefits, he would gain a great advantage.

After saying goodbye to Wang Jinling, the driver sent the two to Feng Mansion without the Ninth Prince's instructions. Waving off the servants, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen walked side by side towards the courtyard.

"What is the use of that black soil?" The Ninth Prince asked. Feng Qingchen did not hide anything and told him everything.

At this time, it had no other use except as fuel. After all, the industry in this era was far underdeveloped and coal was not that important.

"Fuel?" The Ninth Prince didn't quite believe it. If it could really only be used as firewood, why would Feng Qingchen care so much about it.

"Yes, the black soil can be processed to replace firewood." After calming down, Feng Qingchen felt that he had gone too far. Just like those diamonds, although they were valuable, they were far from that level now.

She had to be thankful that Wang Jinling's men had discovered coal mines instead of oil, otherwise she would have cried. No matter how important oil would be in the future, its role now was far from reaching that level.

"It's just a substitute for firewood. Is it worth your effort?" The Ninth Prince stopped and looked at Feng Qingchen, and said seriously: "I am not such a stingy person." So, there is no need to hide it from him. Even if he knew that this thing was important, he would not snatch it from Feng Qingchen.

The Kyushu continent is very large. If these black soils are really important, then he can send people to find them.

"I really didn't lie to you." Feng Qingchen was depressed, but he also knew that if he didn't explain the matter clearly, the Ninth Prince would definitely feel alienated. He said hesitantly, "You know my origins, that..." Feng Qingchen vaguely explained why she overreacted.

She was so influenced by the coal boss that when she saw the coal mine, she thought of huge sums of money.

The Ninth Prince was surprised at first, then he burst into laughter and said jokingly: "Are they the same as those stones?" Although they were obviously not valuable, Feng Qingchen treated them as treasures.

"Could you please not say it out loud? It's better to just understand it in your heart." Feng Qingchen blushed. This was really too embarrassing.

"It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone." Knowing that Feng Qingchen did not hide it from him on purpose, the Ninth Prince was in a good mood. Seeing Feng Qingchen's angry look, he could not help but stretched out his hand to pinch her: "Okay, don't be angry. I will send people to help you mine, and we will split the proceeds 50-50."

This black soil is not completely without value. With this black soil, the people at least don't have to worry about having no firewood to burn, and the firewood consumed in blacksmithing can also be saved. If you count them carefully, the value of this black soil is indeed not small, and it is a good thing for both the country and the people.

"Hmph... let you take advantage of me." Feng Qingchen was acting like a good kid after getting the advantage.

Although coal is not valuable, it is in large quantities. If it is really mined, the people of Kyushu Continent will not have to worry about running out of firewood for decades. The most important point is...

"Oh, I almost forgot that coal slag can also be used to pave roads." Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up.

If the Ninth Prince could repair the road in advance, then in the future, when he marches and fights, he can deploy troops at least several times faster than others. At that time, with Dongling as the center, conquering all directions is no longer a dream.

Just thinking about it, Feng Qingchen's whole body was boiling, and he grabbed the Ninth Uncle's sleeve excitedly...