301 Brave, this is Feng Qingchen

Huo Shan looked down upon Zhao Huaicheng when he saw how cowardly he was. It was indeed good to have a good family background. Such a person could become the sergeant of the Nine Gates Admiral, while those of them who risked their lives on the battlefield could only be low-ranking soldiers. Every step forward would be exchanged for something else...

Seeing that Zhao Huaicheng didn't move for a long time, Huo Shan picked him up and threw him in the center of the corpses: "Sir Zhao, have your men line up the corpses in a row." With the remaining power of Feng Qingchen, Huo Shan commanded these soldiers without any hesitation.

The officers looked pale and looked at Zhao Huaicheng one by one, hoping that their master could be tougher. They had never done anything like what he did before. Such menial work had always been done by soldiers from poor families. How could they, the officers who were so powerful and feared by the people, do such hard labor?

Unfortunately, Lord Zhao himself was so exhausted that he had no energy to take care of them. The officers had no choice but to step forward and carry the corpses.

Although Feng Qingchen couldn't see anything while sitting in the carriage, he could guess what was going on by listening to the sound.

As expected, a bad soldier makes a bad general...

These officers who were unable to lift anything with their hands or shoulders would not be able to arrange the corpses even until dark. In the end, Feng Qingchen's guards had to take action.

An expert could tell whether there was any corpse or not with just one look. The officers were only carrying a few corpses, but they were already covered in blood and sweat, and were gasping for breath from exhaustion. People who didn't know the truth thought they had killed those people.

Feng Qingchen's group of guards killed so many people and arranged the bodies one by one. There were only a few drops of blood on their bodies. Moreover, each of them was full of energy, with eyes as sharp as wolves, and they were ready to fight again.

After the bodies were laid out, Feng Qingchen asked Zhao Huaicheng to check them one by one.

"Sir Zhao, is there any survivor?" She wanted to force Zhao Huaicheng to death. He said here today that there were no survivors, so he should not think of finding a so-called "survivor" to testify against her. If there was a survivor, it didn't matter, she could change "yes" to "no".

Killing one person is killing, killing a group of people is also killing. Since your hands are already stained with blood, how can you dream of becoming a Buddha?

Zhao Huaicheng was in a dilemma. No matter how he answered, he would offend one party. After thinking for a while, he decided to play dumb and made his purpose clear: "Miss Feng, the casualties today are too heavy. Please come with me. I am just following orders. If you have anything to say, please talk to the admiral."

"Lord Zhao is right. I want to find out who is behind this, so I should talk to the Admiral. In that case..." Feng Qingchen paused deliberately, and when Zhao Huaicheng was full of expectation, he changed the subject: "In that case, please go to the Ninth Prince's Mansion. The Ninth Prince is waiting for me in the palace. If I go too late, the Ninth Prince will be angry."

Isn't it said that she is the Ninth Prince's woman? Rumors can hurt her, and of course she can use rumors. Anyway, her defense is useless, and she has to admit it.

"Miss Feng, please don't embarrass me." Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, but Zhao Huaicheng didn't dare to wipe them off.

"In a difficult situation? Lord Zhao, you're joking. Since the admiral has no time to go to the Ninth Prince's Palace, let me ask you one more question, are there any survivors among these assassins?" Feng Qingchen was aggressive and full of momentum. Well, this was taking advantage of his power to suppress others, taking advantage of the power of the Ninth Prince.

She has been taken advantage of by the Ninth Prince every time. Now there is a chance for her to take advantage of him. She would be a fool to let him go.

Zhao Huaicheng was so angry that he actually used the Ninth Prince to pressure him again and again. How despicable.

The Admiral did not give face to the Ninth Uncle because he was the Queen's brother and had the Queen and Prince Luo to protect him; but he was not the Queen, and he did not dare to offend the Ninth Uncle. But if he spoke in accordance with Feng Qingchen's words, he would be offending the Queen.

Zhao Huaicheng and his gang finally understood what it meant to dig a hole and bury themselves.

"What? Lord Zhao can't answer? Or he is unwilling to answer me. In that case, Lord Zhao, please come with me to the Ninth Prince's Palace. I believe that the Ninth Prince will be able to make Lord Zhao understand. Huo Shan..." This was a threat, a direct and naked threat. She couldn't call the admiral, nor could she call Zhao Huaicheng, a small official.

A man who knows practical matters is a hero. If he enters the Ninth Prince's Mansion upright, he will be carried out sideways. Then he must not enter the Ninth Prince. Zhao Huaicheng stiffened his neck and said with difficulty: "Miss Feng, I just checked and there is no survivor." He didn't dare to say that this group of people were assassins, nor did he dare to say that they were rioters, so he had to mix them up casually.

"What a pity. I was hoping to find a survivor and find out who is behind this." There was no trace of regret in Feng Qingchen's tone, and she did not pursue Zhao Huaicheng's attempt to smooth things over. It was enough for her to achieve her desired goal.

"Oh, Lord Zhao, if you had arrived earlier, maybe you could have captured two people alive." Feng Qingchen was just being jealous. Yue Huaicheng's face turned red all the way to his neck. He was ashamed and angry. If this got out, he would be doomed if he was easily bullied by a girl in the boudoir. Zhao Huaicheng stood there unable to say a word.

Seeing that Zhao Huaicheng didn't say anything, Feng Qingchen didn't care either, and just acted regretful: "Master Zhao, the rest of the things are left to you. I hope you can find out the mastermind behind the scenes as soon as possible, otherwise I won't even dare to go out. By the way, Master Zhao, if you find out the mastermind behind the scenes, just go to the Ninth Prince's Mansion and tell him, I'm not interested in knowing."

After that, she told Huo Shan to clear the way, and she continued walking...

Logically, she should go back to Feng Mansion to rest in this state, but she said she was going to Ninth Prince's Mansion, so how could she turn around? She had no choice but to go to Sun Mansion and make plans. Anyway, she was very familiar with the Sun family, and Sun Zhengdao should not mind letting her avoid disaster.

Of course, before going to the Sun Mansion, the carriage had to stop at the gate of the Ninth Prince's Mansion to perform a full show.

Feng Qingchen waved his sleeves and left the whole mess to Zhao Huaicheng without taking a single cloud with him. Zhao Huaicheng wanted to die so much that he wanted to pull Feng Qingchen off the carriage and forcibly take him to the governor's mansion.

At this time, an ignorant official came up to ask, "Sir, what should we do with these corpses?"

In their jargon, they were going to send some unlucky guy to deal with it, but they didn't expect him to run into the wrong hands. What could Zhao Huaicheng do with Feng Qingchen, and what could he do with these men? He immediately roared rudely, "What do you mean by what? Why are you all standing there? Hurry up and throw these bodies into the mass grave."

On the opposite street corner, the man in black clothes and silver mask saw the whole scene. He thought Feng Qingchen would suffer a loss here, but he didn't expect that Feng Qingchen would not give people a chance to be a hero and save the beauty.

Only when Feng Qingchen rode away arrogantly did the man turn around quietly.

"Feng Qingchen, this is you!"

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Such a terrible bloody incident happening on the streets of the imperial city could not be concealed at all. As soon as Feng Qingchen arrived at the Sun Mansion, memorials from the censors and complaints flew into the palace like snowflakes.

The emperor was furious, slammed the table, and ordered the imperial guards to arrest the man...

The Ninth Prince received the news first, and at the same time he also received the news that the Emperor wanted to arrest someone. He smiled helplessly.

Feng Qingchen, you really won't accept even the slightest loss and will only cause trouble for me.

"Someone, help me change my clothes."

He is going to the palace!