1773 Attack, the Ninth Prince will only become a thing of the past

The people in the tent were gone, so Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince no longer had to worry. The Ninth Prince relaxed, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and thought deeply...

"The poison spreads very quickly. The other party has spent a lot of money." Feng Qingchen didn't recognize this poison and could only make a basic judgment.

"It's a deadly poison that kills instantly. Their target is Yuwen Yuanhua." Although the Ninth Prince is immune to all poisons, his body will still feel uncomfortable after being poisoned. His consciousness is a little unclear at this time, but this does not prevent him from taking advantage of this opportunity to reconcile with Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen had guessed it from Yuwen Yuanhua's expression and was not surprised at all: "Did you take the Valley Master's detoxification pill?"

"I ate it." The Ninth Prince leaned half of his body on the table. Only in front of Feng Qingchen did he not need to hide his weakness.

"I'll help you lie down." The Ninth Prince's wound needed to be treated as soon as possible. In addition to the poison, the wound was full of broken silver pieces, many of which were embedded in the flesh.

I hope these pieces of silver don’t damage his blood vessels and nerves, otherwise the Ninth Prince’s left hand will be in trouble.

"No, I don't want to lie here." The Ninth Prince glanced at the messy tent with disgust, expressing his dissatisfaction.

At this time, he was still obsessed with mysophobia. Feng Qingchen really wanted to beat him up: "Your body can no longer move. Don't think that you can be worry-free after taking the Valley Master's detoxification pills."

Movement would speed up blood circulation and make the poison work faster. If the poison attacked the heart, she wouldn't be able to save him even if she had supernatural powers.

"It's okay. I can go." The Ninth Prince supported himself with his intact right hand and stood in front of Feng Qingchen, proving that he was not as weak as Feng Qingchen said.

Feng Qingchen knew that she couldn't win against the Ninth Uncle, so she had to say, "I'll let the guards help you."

The Ninth Prince would never allow anyone to carry him while he was conscious.

"No need. You support me." Seeing that Feng Qingchen disagreed, the Ninth Prince added, "We cannot let outsiders know that I have suffered." If the news got out, he was afraid that the army's morale would be unstable, and he was even more afraid that Ye Cheng would take the opportunity to launch an offensive. No matter what, he would delay it for a day or two.

"Your injury cannot be concealed." His entire left arm is almost broken, and the Ninth Prince still wants to conceal it. Isn't this self-abuse?

"Okay, go get... the coat behind the screen, and help me go to your tent." The Ninth Prince had arranged everything. He walked from behind the commander's tent, which was only a hundred meters away from Feng Qingchen's tent. The Ninth Prince would be aware of any movement by Feng Qingchen in the tent.

Even though it was just official business, the Ninth Prince put some thought into it. It's just that his thoughts were too deep, and Feng Qingchen, a layman, really couldn't understand it without anyone to guide him.

This man, can you stop being so reserved! Can't you be more straightforward?

Feng Qingchen was furious, but looking at the pale-faced Ninth Uncle lying on the bed, her heart softened unconsciously: It was not easy for the Ninth Uncle, they had paid too much to get to this point, and it was not worth it to waste their lives on meaningless awkwardness.

Lan Jiuqing's death reminded Feng Qingchen that life is fragile and no one knows what they will encounter in the next moment. If they don't learn to cherish life while they are alive, if something happens to one of them, the other will live in regret for the rest of his life.

Forget it... I won’t bother with this man with low emotional intelligence.

Feng Qingchen looked at the Ninth Prince's restless sleeping face, sighed softly, and whispered in the Ninth Prince's ear: "Don't think about anything, have a good night's sleep, and everything will be fine tomorrow."

Everything will be fine!

This injury was worth it. The Ninth Prince closed his eyes with satisfaction, relaxed his body and let Feng Qingchen heal him.

…

Since Feng Qingchen said that everything would be fine, she would not continue the cold war with the Ninth Prince. But it was impossible to return to the intimacy before, as if none of these things had happened. Feng Qingchen could not deceive herself.

The Ninth Prince was not a person who would take an inch to gain advantage. It was enough for Feng Qingchen to take a step back. He would slowly repair the remaining scars. Feng Qingchen just had to stand there and wait for him to pass by.

They still had time, and he had no lack of patience.

However, Nanling Jinfan did not give the Ninth Uncle too much time to recover from his injuries. The assassin that day was sent by Nanling Jinfan. The assassin was a weirdo who was good at using hidden weapons and poison.

However, he failed that day. Before leaving, he shot an arrow at Yuwen Yuanhua, but it was not known whether he hit him or not.

Nanling Jinfan sent someone to investigate that day, and learned that Yuwen Yuanhua was fine, so he temporarily suppressed the plan of counterattack. Two days later, when Nanling Jinfan learned that the Ninth Prince had been in Feng Qingchen's tent, he immediately smelled an opportunity.

"Dong Lingjiu is injured and his life is in danger." It was not a doubt but a certainty, and no one in Yecheng doubted his words.

"Now is a good opportunity. The morale of the Dongling army is unstable. Let's proceed as planned." Nanling Jinfan knocked on the table and stood up with high spirits. After being beaten by the Ninth Prince for so long, it was finally their turn to counterattack.

"Yes." The general of Yecheng carried out Nanling Jinfan's order without hesitation. When Ye Ye received the message, the general of Yecheng had already challenged the enemy on the battlefield.

Ye Ye was unable to stop it, and could only ask Nanling Jinfan for an explanation: "Jinfan, what the hell are you doing? Don't you know that Yecheng only has ten soldiers? You asked one hundred thousand people to provoke the Ninth Prince's five hundred thousand troops, you are courting death."

Ye Ye was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. These 100,000 cavalry were his last capital. If they died on the battlefield, he would not be able to gain a foothold in Yecheng at all, and he, the city lord, would really become a bald city lord.

"The Ninth Prince is about to die, and Dongling is leaderless. This is the best time to counterattack. We will definitely win this battle." Nanling Jinfan persuaded in a rare good temper.

There was no way. The military power was in Ye Ye's hands. After all, Ye Ye was the mayor of Ye City, and he still had a group of loyal fans around him. It would not be good for him to fall out at this time.

Ye Ye was stunned for a moment, then quieted down instantly, then said angrily: "You should have discussed this matter with me."

"The military situation is tense and good opportunities are fleeting. By the time everyone in Yecheng reaches a conclusion, Dongling will be stable. How can we have any chance?"

This was an excuse, but Ye Ye couldn't refute it at all. He could only watch Nanling Jinfan pointing fingers at him in his territory.

Ye Ye was speechless and walked away angrily. Nanling Jinfan didn't care at all, but Hui Lao behind him couldn't stand it and came forward to ask whether he should kill Ye Ye to silence him.

"No need. I don't even care about a small city like Yecheng." His goal has always been clear. He always knew what he wanted and would fight for it. Now what he wants is Dongling.

The Ninth Prince died here, and fifty soldiers were buried in Night City. Dongling would be in chaos. And chaos... meant that his opportunity and his time had come.

The Ninth Uncle of Dongling will only become a thing of the past!