1689 Life and Death, Auntie Won't Let You Go

Although Lan Jingyang had been mentally prepared, he still felt humiliated when he was forced to kneel at the feet of the Ninth Uncle. His clear eyes were tainted with hatred, his lips were tightly pursed, his chin was slightly raised, and he stubbornly refused to speak, in order to preserve the last bit of his dignity.

"Heh..." The Ninth Prince shook his head and chuckled. He picked up the tea on the table and took a sip before looking at Lan Jingyang.

Boom, boom, boom... When Lan Jingyang was looked at by the Ninth Prince, his heart beat faster involuntarily and the muscles all over his body tensed as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Dong Lingjiu, what do you want?" Lan Jingyang couldn't help asking, but the Ninth Emperor ignored him and looked at Feng Qingchen sideways: "Qingchen, what are you going to do?"

It's "want" rather than "want". As long as Feng Qingchen opens his mouth, even if it means taking Lan Jingyang's life and pushing Lian Cheng completely to the opposite side of himself, the Ninth Prince will not blink an eye.

Since he had ordered the arrest of Lan Jingyang, he had not thought about reconciling with Lian Cheng. It was time for his matter with Lian Cheng to be over. It would not benefit anyone if it was dragged on.

"Well..." Feng Qingchen did not answer directly, but stood up and walked around Lan Jingyang. His eyes were like those of a pig to be slaughtered, assessing how much silver the pig was worth.

His fate was controlled by a woman. Even though this woman was Feng Li's legitimate daughter, Lan Jingyang still couldn't be happy: "Dong Lingjiu, if you are a man, you should be more straightforward. If you listen to a woman in everything, are you still a man?"

"Mr. Jingyang, what does it have to do with you whether the Ninth Prince is a man or not?" Feng Qingchen stood in front of Lan Jingyang, just enough to make Lan Jingyang crawl at his feet.

For the self-righteous Lan Jingyang, such humiliation was more painful than killing him, but Lan Jingyang also knew that it would be of no benefit to show off one's strength blindly.

Lan Jingyang gritted his teeth, lowered his posture, and looked at Feng Qingchen with a painful expression: "Qingchen, what's so good about Dong Lingjiu? He can't give you a name, can't give you a child, can't give you everything you want, why is it him and not me?"

In what way is he inferior to the Ninth Uncle?

"What can you compare with the Ninth Uncle?" Feng Qingchen said contemptuously. As for children and status, she would have all these things.

Lan Jingyang was unwilling to accept this and continued, "Dong Lingjiu is cold-blooded, selfish, cruel and violent. What good is there in such a person?"

"He is better than you in every way, cleaner than you, and more responsible than you." Feng Qingchen was thinking about how to make the most of Lan Jingyang's life.

"I don't know how many people's blood he has stained his body. How can he be clean?" Lan Jingyang snorted disdainfully and looked at the Ninth Uncle with contempt, as arrogantly as if the Ninth Uncle was an ant.

Feng Qingchen did not explain much, but just touched his chin, turned to the Ninth Uncle and said: "Ninth Uncle, I know what to do." This guy is so annoying. If I don't teach him a lesson, he will really think he is a child of destiny.

“Oh…” The Ninth Prince raised his eyes and signaled Feng Qingchen to speak with his eyes.

Lan Jingyang was furious when he saw the two men ignoring him again. He tried desperately to break free from the soldiers' grip, but he was just a scholar, and even if he was not weak, he was no match for these military generals. He could only continue to kneel there in a humiliating and awkward posture.

"I remember Doctor Guo once said that all things are interdependent and mutually exclusive. Generally, there is an antidote nearby for rare poisons. Mr. Jingyang has the ancient corpse poison in his hands, so he must have the antidote. He will definitely not agree to ask Mr. Jingyang to take out the antidote, but what if he himself is also poisoned by the ancient corpse poison?" Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Uncle with a smile on his face, and the Ninth Uncle nodded slightly in agreement.

"Qingchen, you are so vicious." Lan Jingyang's face turned pale. He knew better than anyone how terrible the ancient corpse poison was.

"I'm not as good as you, Mr. Jingyang. You can attack a child who is less than a year old. Mr. Jingyang is even worse than me." Feng Qingchen turned around and said coldly.

"Ninth Uncle, I have extracted some very pure poison from the person with the most serious symptoms. I can't find a subject for the experiment, so how about giving me Mr. Jingyang?" Feng Qingchen was not seeking the opinion of the Ninth Uncle, she just informed him. After the Ninth Uncle nodded slightly, Feng Qingchen asked someone to suppress Lan Jingyang.

"Tie him up and don't let him move." Feng Qingchen added.

"Feng Qingchen, you dare..." Lan Jingyang was really scared at this moment. He thought that the Ninth Uncle would not dare to kill him, but he didn't expect that these two people were more terrifying than killing him.

"Feng Qingchen, do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me?" Seeing that Feng Qingchen was unmoved, Lan Jingyang shouted again and struggled desperately.

"I don't care who you are. If you dare to touch my brother, I won't be afraid of even God. Mr. Jingyang, you should be thankful. If Zuo An was in the imperial city, you would understand what it means to be unable to live or die." Many of Zuo An's inventions can be used for punishment.

Lan Jingyang had been pulled to the door. Thinking of the horror of the ancient corpse poison, Lan Jingyang became anxious and shouted at the Ninth Uncle: "Dong Lingjiu, you bastard, you knew who I was, and you let Hen Qingchen poison me. Auntie will not let you go. You'd better let me go quickly, otherwise you will definitely be worse than death."

"Dong Lingjiu, if you dare to hurt a hair on my head, my aunt will cut you into pieces..."

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen did not hear the rest of the words, as Lan Jingyang had already been taken away.

"Aunt?" The Ninth Prince murmured these two words: "Lan Jingyang's aunt?"

The woman who appeared with Lan Jingyang in Xuanyue Palace? Could it be that aunt is not a respectful title, but Lan Jingyang's biological aunt?

"A princess from the previous dynasty?" Feng Qingchen thought about Lan Jingyang's identity and made a bold guess, but then he felt something was wrong: "How could a princess from the previous dynasty live to this day?" She must be quite old, right?

"The last emperor of the previous dynasty ascended the throne when he was less than a hundred days old. After the previous dynasty was destroyed, he also disappeared. If he is still alive, his daughter must be a princess of the previous dynasty. If she is really a princess of the previous dynasty, she is only about thirty or forty years old." For example, his mother.

"I almost forgot about this." Feng Qingchen slapped his forehead and said, "However, what does this have to do with us? What does the princess of the previous dynasty have to do with us? His threats are a little too ridiculous."

Feng Qingchen's seemingly casual words actually contained a test.

She always felt that the relationship between the Ninth Uncle, Lan Jiuqing and Lan Jingyang was unusual, and there must be something between them that she didn't know.

"It has nothing to do with us, but it has something to do with Lan Jiuqing." The Ninth Prince's answer was flawless. Feng Qingchen thought about the cooperation between the Ninth Prince and Lan Jiuqing, and it seemed reasonable.

In this case, then: "Should Lan Jingyang's life be saved?"

This is what Feng Qingchen cares about most. From her point of view, she naturally hopes that Lan Jingyang will die, but if the consequences are too serious, she will put the overall situation first and let Lan Jingyang go for the time being.

"If you want to kill me, then go ahead. I can bear the consequences." It's not a good idea for things to remain deadlocked. Perhaps Lan Jingyang's death will be a breakthrough. Although it's a bit risky, he can afford it now.

"In that case, I will boldly test the medicine on him. If he survives, he's lucky. If he dies, he can only blame himself for his bad luck." The ancient corpse poison requires living experiments. Animals can be used as a substitute in the early stages, but once the antidote is out, humans are needed to do the final clinical trials. Lan Jingyang is a very good choice.

"Well, it's up to you." The Ninth Prince left with enough guards and left with his men.

The word "Aunt" gave the Ninth Prince a bad feeling. He had to find out the identity of the middle-aged woman as soon as possible...