255 Whose purse is it?

Feng Qingchen walked out of the palace gate and found that the people in the palace had not arranged a carriage for her. How could she, a weak woman, go back in such a dark day?

Feng Qingchen hesitated whether she should go back to the palace to ask. After all, it was very irrational for a woman to walk alone on the street at night. But just when Feng Qingchen was about to turn back, Wang Jinling's coachman came over from the darkness with a lantern.

"Miss Feng, my master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Apparently, the palace did not arrange a carriage, as Jin Ling had given instructions in advance.

Thinking of what happened today, Feng Qingchen felt a headache. The person she least wanted to see was Wang Jinling. She knew that Wang Jinling had a lot of questions to ask her, but she couldn't say them, and she didn't want to lie to Wang Jinling.

Just as she was thinking about how to refuse, Feng Qingchen saw a white beardless eunuch coming over: "Miss Feng, the prince saw that you were leaving the palace without a carriage, and asked if he would give you a ride?"

Feng Qingchen knew this eunuch; he was someone close to the Ninth Prince.

Although she didn't want to be alone with Wang Jinling, she didn't want to be constantly involved with the Ninth Prince, especially in front of outsiders: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Qingchen will go back with the eldest son. Please don't worry."

The eunuch frowned in dissatisfaction: "Miss Feng, it's rare that my prince is willing to share a carriage with others." That means that you should feel honored. It also implies that the last time he attended a poetry meeting, the Ninth Prince gave her a ride, and this group should not refuse in any way.

"Miss Feng, my master is feeling a little unwell, what do you think?" Wang Jinling's coachman was also a smart man. In terms of power and influence, he could not surpass the Ninth Uncle.

"Jin Ling is not feeling well? Is it true or false?" Feng Qingchen glared at the coachman. The sharpness and scrutiny in his eyes made him dare not lie.

The coachman was shocked, but fortunately he was not lying: "It's true, but the young master didn't allow us to tell it." The coachman was secretly glad that he did not lie to Miss Feng, otherwise he would be exposed in a panic, and the young master would be the one who suffered.

"Jinling is not feeling well. Why didn't you tell me earlier? Let's go." Feng Qingchen apologized to the eunuch beside the Ninth Prince, and hurried away with Wang Jinling's driver.

The eunuchs around the Ninth Prince were very depressed that they failed to snatch the person, but the Ninth Prince said that they should invite her politely, so if Miss Feng didn't want to, then forget it.

"Your Highness..." The eunuch returned to the Ninth Prince's carriage and said with his head down.

"Where are the people?" The Ninth Prince's carriage looked simple on the outside, but it was spacious and comfortable on the inside. Inside the carriage, the Ninth Prince was not as serious as he was outside.

He was lying on the couch, looking leisurely, his eyes fixed on the book in his hands, his long hair hanging down in front of his chest, with an indescribable charm.

"The eldest master is not feeling well, and Miss Feng has gone to see him." The eunuch didn't dare to say that Feng Qingchen had refused from the beginning.

"Really?" The Ninth Prince paused, pursed his lips and said, "Return home."

His eyes continued to fall on the book in his hand, but from the Imperial Palace to the Ninth Prince, he did not turn a single page.

Wang Jinling was indeed unwell, but not as seriously as Che would say. He had a few abrasions on his body, and the imperial physician had bandaged him early.

When Feng Qingchen got in the car, Wang Jinling just looked a little pale, leaning against the car, looking a little weak, with a bit of depression between his eyebrows: "Jinling, what's wrong with you?"

She thought Wang Jinling was fine in the Hall of Supreme Harmony before, but how come he became like this with this group?

"I'm fine. Sit down. I've asked the imperial physician for some medicine for you." Wang Jinling took out the ointment from the secret box. Feng Qingchen was about to take it, but Wang Jinling refused: "The wound is on your forehead. I'll help you wipe it. You can't see it yourself, and there's no mirror here."

Feng Qingchen felt that applying medicine was really ambiguous, so he refused with a smile: "It's just a small injury, it won't be a problem."

But Wang Jinling disagreed: "The wound is on the face. It will be bad if it breaks."

After saying that, he opened the ointment and gently scraped a layer on it with his index finger. Although the carriage was not high, Wang Jinling had no way to stand up, so he could only bend over and apply the ointment to Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen thought about it for a while, closed her eyes and let Wang Jinling apply the ointment to her.

The cool ointment instantly relieved the burning pain on the forehead, and Feng Qingchen's irritability also calmed down a lot.

Jin Ling has always been so considerate of her that she even forgot to take care of her injury, but Wang Jin Ling was still concerned about her and even asked for medicine for her.

How could Feng Qingchen, such a proud man, ask for help for her?

Thinking of the other man who brought her medicine, Feng Qingchen sighed quietly in her heart: "Lan Jiuqing, Lan Jiuqing, I owe you again, what can I use to repay you this time."

"Okay, take this ointment and apply it three times a day. It won't leave scars." Wang Jinling has always been a gentleman. His every move is based on emotion and courtesy. He gives Feng Qingchen absolute respect and will never embarrass Feng Qingchen, nor will he treat her lightly.

Feng Qingchen accepted it with a smile, without saying thank you: "Stretch out your hand, I will take your pulse."

The abnormal paleness on Wang Jinling's face made her a little worried, but Wang Jinling refused: "I'm fine. I was slightly injured when I fell during the day. The imperial physician has already given me medicine. I've been busy all day and haven't eaten yet, so it's inevitable that my complexion is a little worse."

He had been injured before, and he didn't want Feng Qingchen to know and make her worry for nothing.

Since the other person was unhappy, Feng Qingchen certainly couldn't say anything. He just nodded and said nothing more.

"Qingchen, after you left the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the Duke of Zhenguo showed up with a man in his twenties. That man not only recognized what exploded today, but also said that he could make it if he was given time." Wang Jinling did not ask Feng Qingchen about her abnormality during the day, but only told her what she might want to know.

Others may not know, but Wang Jinling understands that Feng Qingchen must know what the explosion was today, but he was smart enough not to say it and avoid getting involved in this mess.

"A man? What did he say that was?"

"It's called the Thunder Bomb. The explosive substance inside is gunpowder, and the outside is pig iron. It's detonated with a fuse. Once it explodes, the destructive power is incredible. The explosion discovered at the city gate today was only on a small area. If it is improved, the attack power can be increased, and it will be absolutely invincible when used on the battlefield." There was a deep sense of worry in Wang Jinling's tone.

He knew very well that the world would be in chaos sooner or later, but now was not the time for chaos. There were only a few decades left for recuperation. The treasury was not full and the food and grass were not sufficient. If a war was launched hastily, who knew what chaos the world would become.

"The emperor must be extremely happy." Feng Qingchen said half-sarcastically.

Just because "she might know", the emperor put on such a scary show. Now there is someone who must know and can do better. How could the emperor let her go?

Wang Jinling smiled and said, "The emperor has asked people to live in Qingyan Palace."

Qingyan Palace is the farthest from the palaces of the concubines in the harem, so it is normal for a man to live there.

Feng Qingchen nodded. This was a disguised form of house arrest.

"Jin Ling, how did he know the people from the Zhenguo Mansion?" This was what Feng Qingchen was concerned about. How come it happened to be the Zhenguo Mansion?

If the news she received was correct, the people of the Zhenguo Mansion had been severely suppressed recently, but now they are making a comeback.

The Duke of Zhenguo's rise to power was not good news for her. She could let go of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, but the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion would never let her go if it gained power.

"He is very close to the tenth lady of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. He said that he fell in love with her at first sight." Wang Jinling chose more pleasant words. The man used vulgar words and said directly in the Hall of Supreme Harmony that the tenth lady Rong was his woman and no one could bully his woman.

It would have been fine if they had just said that, but that person went on to say that those people were feudal and stubborn, saying that it was just a layer of membrane of a woman, and there was nothing to care about. Only incompetent men cared about these things. It didn't matter if he wasn't her first man, as long as he was her last man, that was enough.

The words were quite directed at him, saying that he, the eldest son of the Wang family, was only interested in fame and was just a good-looking gigolo.

He also asked him to tell Feng Qingchen that he would not let go of the matter of Miss Rong Shi, and said that if Feng Qingchen was sensible, he could consider taking in two wives, one big and one small. His words were rude and uncultured.

In short...even though Wang Jinling is such a good-tempered person, he couldn't help but get angry when he heard those words.

When that person talked about him, the smile on Wang Jinling's face did not change. He would not bother with that person. Such a person is arrogant and conceited, but he does not know that he is just a tool, and this tool will only have a dead end after it is useless.

But when it comes to Feng Qingchen, although Wang Jinling was smiling, his eyes were cold. It was a pity that the man didn't know and kept talking nonsense.

Do you really think you can conquer the world with your arrogance?

Miss Rong Shi, isn't she the Princess Wu'an who has an immoral private life? Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes in annoyance: "This Miss Rong Shi is really amazing." I don't know whether it is a blessing or a misfortune to meet a stud.

"Jinling, if I'm not mistaken, what happened today was aimed at me, and they only targeted you because we are familiar with each other. I'm sorry for causing you to suffer such misfortune." Apart from the person who committed the city gate bombing, how many people in this world knew about the thunder bomb? What she could think of, Wang Jinling could also think of, and the emperor and others knew it, but everyone tacitly agreed not to say it.

"What are you talking about? I'm fine." Wang Jinling raised the corners of his lips slightly, looking as gentle as usual, but Feng Qingchen knew that although he was gentle in front of outsiders, he was more distant. Wang Jinling in front of her opened his heart to let her explore, but she didn't dare to move forward.

The carriage was silent, but there was no awkwardness. Instead, there was a sense of peace. Feng Qingchen was also tired after a long day. She didn't need to be on guard in front of Wang Jinling, so she leaned against the carriage and closed her eyes to rest.

Feng Qingchen didn't open her eyes until the carriage stopped at the gate of Feng Mansion. When she was about to get off the carriage, she was stopped by Wang Jinling: "Qingchen, where is my purse? You don't have to throw it away, just give it to me. I will keep it safe and will never damage it."

With curved eyebrows and bright black eyes, she looked like an immortal who had been touched by the world...