292 Drinking is a sin, and so is promiscuity
The Ninth Prince was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. It turned out that Feng Qingchen was restless all night because of this. She thought that something had happened between Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling, which made Feng Qingchen out of her mind the whole night.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's face wrinkled in pain, the Ninth Prince reached out his hand distressedly and gently rubbed Feng Qingchen's face: "You are such a fool, you actually scared yourself, and would rather believe Wang Jinling than me, marry you? Without my nod, no one in this world can marry you. Don't worry about the marriage, I will take care of it myself. Not only that, I will show you a good show tomorrow."
The corners of the Ninth Prince's lips curled up into an evil smile, and the whole person looked like a messenger from hell, emitting an alluring dark aura. He did not hide his intentions at all.
He is not kind, he has never been a good person, and he will use both conspiracies and overt schemes to achieve his goals.
Feng Qingchen shuddered, and when she came to her senses, she could only pray silently for the person who was schemed by the Ninth Prince. At the same time, she was also wondering who would be the unlucky person tomorrow?
Su Wan or Yao Hua? Or An Ping? No, An Ping is impossible. An Ping is the niece of the Ninth Prince anyway. That doesn't make sense... If the Ninth Prince cared about his niece, he wouldn't have pushed her to Bei Ling Feng Qian.
She knew that the Ninth Prince's food was not so delicious and the wine was not so tasty. Feng Qingchen also laughed. If there were outsiders around, they would definitely notice that the arc of their smiles was the same.
"Okay, don't worry about these things. I'm here for you if you need anything. You want to compensate me, right? Come on, I'll give you a chance to compensate me now." The Ninth Prince took Feng Qingchen's hand and walked forward, his pace slowing down involuntarily.
Feng Qingchen was a little confused. The Ninth Prince changed too quickly and she couldn't adapt in time.
The Ninth Prince did not give Feng Qingchen too much time. He took him directly to the secret room underground and opened boxes of thunder bombs.
"Oh my god." Looking at the rows of thunderbolts, Feng Qingchen no longer had any thoughts of romance. He calmed down and turned to question the Ninth Prince, "How come you have so many thunderbolts?"
These things can be fatal. How could the Ninth Prince have so many of them?
"I have to ask you this." The Ninth Prince saw that Feng Qing misunderstood him, and said arrogantly without explaining.
"Ask me? What does it have to do with me?" No one in the world hates the appearance of things like thunder bombs more than she does. How could she allow such a thing to happen?
"These were saved by Li Xiang. He complained to the emperor, saying that you wanted to kill him. Then the Duke of Zhenguo and Rong Qingqiu came to him. He told them the address where the thunder bomb was stored and asked them to blow you to death." The Ninth Prince briefly explained what had happened, and the emperor agreed.
In other words, for the sake of Thunder, the emperor chose to sacrifice Feng Qingchen without hesitation.
"Kill me? He really thinks highly of me. He brought so many thunder bombs just to blow me to death. Once these thunder bombs are thrown at me, not a single trace of me will be left." Feng Qingchen laughed at herself. She understood her status. How could the emperor care about her life or death?
Thinking that he had misunderstood the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen didn't know how to apologize, so he could only change the subject and said, "If I had known this would happen, I should have killed him or made him a real living dead to save trouble."
Feng Qingchen did not ask how these things fell into the hands of the Ninth Prince, and the Ninth Prince did not explain either.
"If you kill him, the emperor will ask you to be buried with him. In the eyes of the emperor, a hundred of you are not as good as one Li Xiang." The Ninth Prince said unhappily, stretching out his hand to hit Feng Qingchen on the head, saying such words in a fit of anger.
But Feng Qingchen dodged nimbly: "Not everyone can hit my head."
Feng Qingchen was a calm and rational woman. Although her skills were not as good as the Ninth Uncle's, she was much more agile than the average person. However, she could rarely remain so calm in front of the Ninth Uncle. Today was considered an improvement.
The Ninth Prince did not care and naturally withdrew his hand: "No one can stop me from doing what I want to do."
Feng Qingchen snorted. There were not many people in this world who could say this. Pointing at the Thunderbolt, Feng Qingchen asked seriously, "What does Uncle Nine mean by asking me to look at this?"
"Of course not. What Li Xiang told the Duke of Zhenguo was not just these boxes of thunder bombs." The Ninth Prince no longer paid attention to Feng Qingchen's attitude of doing business.
This is good. A woman who is too emotional can never achieve anything great.
"Oh, what else?" What Li Xiang wanted was definitely not simple. Was the Ninth Prince testing her?
Feng Qingchen's heart was already in turmoil, but she did not show it on her face. There were some things she could not tell even to the Ninth Uncle.
A secret is a secret. Once the second person knows it, it is no longer a secret. No matter how outsiders speculate, she will not admit it.
The Ninth Prince did not say anything, but took Feng Qingchen to another stone chamber. The Ninth Prince opened the wooden box, and a pungent smell of sulfur came out.
"Gunpowder? Li Xiang actually made so much gunpowder. What on earth does that bastard want to do?" Feng Qingchen clenched his fists and said angrily.
The Ninth Prince did not speak, but looked at Feng Qingchen quietly. When Feng Qingchen had vented enough, the Ninth Prince spoke calmly, "You don't have to worry about Li Xiang. No matter what he wants to do, he has no chance. When the time comes, I will get rid of him."
"Besides him? Are you willing to do that?" Although Feng Qingchen didn't know what the Ninth Prince was thinking, she could guess from the way he intercepted the batch of thunder bombs that the Ninth Prince was definitely not a peaceful person. This man had great ambition and strength.
"I am indeed reluctant to do so, but I believe that you will give me a reason to get rid of him. Feng Qingchen, I want to turn these gunpowder into thunderous bombs." He never showed his ambition in front of others. Feng Qingchen was the first one, so she had no right to refuse.
"I don't understand." Feng Qingchen sighed and refused! But he was not so firm.
"It doesn't matter. I believe you will understand sooner or later. I will give you a month. If you understand within a month, I will kill Li Xiang. If you don't understand, I will have no choice but to keep that person." The Ninth Prince said half in a negotiating and half threatening manner.
"You..." Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth: "I can still kill him without you."
"Really? I'll wait and see." The Ninth Prince curled his lips as if he had heard a joke: "Feng Qingchen, Li Xiang as a tool has attracted the attention of the four countries. Do you think you still have a chance to get rid of him? Do you think you can keep the secret of crippling Li Xiang a secret?" If it weren't for Sun Zhengdao, Feng Qingchen would never have been able to do it.
Li Xiang has become like this. If it weren't for the repeated assurances from the people in the Imperial Hospital, how could the emperor not suspect Feng Qingchen? Feng Qingchen's behavior was too obvious and it blocked her future opportunities.
Threat, this is a blatant threat. Feng Qingchen raised his head and looked at the Ninth Uncle: "Ninth Uncle, are you threatening me?"
"No, I am telling you that you only have one month. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I said I would give you a big gift, and now the time is almost right. Come on, I will take you to see the show." The Ninth Prince naturally took Feng Qingchen's hand.
"What's the good show?" The Ninth Prince mentioned it again and again. How could Feng Qingchen not be curious, but she was a little worried.
Making thunderbolts for the Ninth Prince was no small matter, but could she refuse? How could she refuse?
Reject? Don't even think about refusing in this life. The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen's hand tightly, reminding her to come back to her senses. He said with a smile, "Today we are going to watch a good show of drunken sex. Anyone who dares to plot against me will pay the price."