306 Stupid, don't know how to love yourself

The seeds of suspicion have already sprouted. For a long time, or before the emperor's death, the crown prince and Prince Luo had to behave themselves. If they crossed the line, the emperor would suspect them. Once suspected, no matter if there was evidence or not, they would all die.

Similarly, those princes who are about to enter the city must be as low-key as possible and must not have any ill intentions. The emperor cares most about the chair under his buttocks, and he will not tolerate anyone peeping.

Feng Qingchen's words restrained all the princes. This was a result that the Ninth Prince had not expected. A single word can stabilize a country, a single word can keep it safe, a three-inch tongue is more powerful than a million soldiers. This saying is most appropriate when applied to Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen is a woman with a silver tongue. She can always turn an unfavorable situation into an advantageous one. This kind of urgency only appears when she faces life and death. No wonder she is not afraid of entering the palace.

With him around, the emperor would definitely not convict without asking, and as long as Feng Qingchen was given a chance to speak, she would be able to clear herself of the charge.

Anyway, Feng Qingchen killed all the people who besieged her, and forced the officials to admit with their own mouths that there were no survivors. The method was a bit cruel, but it was the smartest way. The most unacceptable thing when walking in the imperial city is to be soft-hearted. The price of being soft-hearted is your own life.

Feng Qingchen not only cleared himself of the charges, but also put himself and his father and mother in a position of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, worthy of the words "loyalty and righteousness" bestowed by the emperor himself.

The emperor is not concerned about Feng Qingchen right now, but the ambitions of his sons...

Sure enough, just as Feng Qingchen expected, the emperor picked it up high and put it down gently.

Taking advantage of the Feng Qingchen incident, a group of officials were removed on the spot with lightning speed, and people who were loyal to the emperor were promoted. Even several generals who were close to the prince were in trouble.

As for the charges, a single charge of "false accusation" can kill people. If the emperor wants a charge, the people below will naturally bring it forward. No one in a high position is clean. These people should be thankful that the emperor's birthday is approaching, otherwise they will have no way out but death.

Your Majesty, this time you don't trust anyone. Facing your actions, no one dared to say a word, because if they said anything, it would be considered as having ill intentions. The Crown Prince, Dongling Ziluo, and those princes who were about to enter the capital could only watch their own people being eliminated one by one.

The princes beat their chests and stamped their feet. This was really a case of "the fire in the city gate has affected the innocent people". Why were they so unlucky? Was it wrong to want to be the emperor?

A prince who does not want to be the emperor is not a good prince. They are the emperor's sons, only one step away from that position. How could they not fight for it when they are so close?

You know, the gap between the emperor and the princes is not a little bit. No matter how powerful the Ninth Uncle is, many things can only be done according to the emperor's wishes. Besides, the emperor has so many brothers, but only the Ninth Uncle is alive.

The princes had no choice but to fight for the throne. If they didn't, they would die. However, the culprit, Feng Qingchen, got a huge advantage.

The Emperor used the words of the Ninth Uncle to say that Feng Qingchen had a bad temper and would only act extreme when she was wronged, and punished her to reflect on her mistakes behind closed doors for a month.

Ahem...this isn't a punishment; it's clearly a reward.

In a month's time, the rumors in the imperial city died down, the emperor's birthday celebration was over, and she was ordered to reflect on her mistakes behind closed doors, so she didn't have to worry about the princes finding trouble with her.

Of course, after this incident, the princes did not dare to cause trouble to Feng Qingchen openly, but it was easy for a prince to bully a servant girl. Even if they did not dare to take Feng Qingchen's life, it should be okay to let Feng Qingchen suffer some physical pain.

This was a blessing in disguise for Feng Qingchen. With blood all over his face, Feng Qingchen kowtowed to express his gratitude and left the council hall.

Everyone envied Feng Qingchen's good luck and her royal favor, but who knew the resentment in her heart? After leaving the palace, Feng Qingchen dared to touch her wound. When she reached out her hand, she found it was covered in blood. Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and sighed softly.

She had always been at odds with the palace, and she would get injured every time she came here. Today's injury really surprised her. She didn't expect the emperor to be so angry that he would throw the memorial at her head. Of course, even if she knew that, she could only bear it.

If the king wants his subjects to die, the subjects have to die. This saying is applicable throughout the ages, both in China and abroad. Laws are used by those in power to control the common people. In front of the powerful, the law is just a piece of waste paper, and even worse than waste paper in front of the emperor.

Eunuchs led the way in and out of the palace. Feng Qingchen's wounds were bleeding, and the eunuchs did not dare to take her to the hospital for bandaging without the emperor's order. They could only take the small road to prevent Feng Qingchen from offending the nobles in the palace.

As luck would have it, Feng Qingchen really did bump into the noble. When the eunuch saw the person holding the palace lantern and walking towards him leisurely, his face turned pale and he knelt down hurriedly: "Your servant greets the Ninth Uncle. May you live a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years."

It turned out to be the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen's half body was in the dark, and no one saw the sarcasm in her eyes and the disdain on her face.

Seeing Feng Qingchen standing there without any reaction for a long time, he quickly pulled her skirt and motioned her to kneel down. Feng Qingchen finally reacted and bent her legs to kneel down, but the Ninth Prince raised his hand at the right time: "No need to be polite."

"Thank you, Uncle Nine." The eunuch stood up and quickly pulled Feng Qingchen aside to make way for Uncle Nine. "I didn't know Uncle Nine was here. I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me."

This path is extremely remote and is usually only used by palace maids and eunuchs. The eunuch who led the way never expected that he would meet the Ninth Prince here, and he was so scared that his face turned pale.

"Step back, I'm here." The Ninth Prince was clearly waiting for Feng Qingchen here, so he didn't care about the little eunuch.

"Yes, Ninth Uncle." The young eunuch ran away, secretly guessing in his heart that the rumors were true and that there really was an affair between the Ninth Uncle and Miss Feng.

Suppressing the gossip in his mind, the young eunuch quickly ran back to his residence and told the other eunuch who lived in the same room about the incident.

This young eunuch told the palace maid he was in love with, and the palace maid told another palace maid, and finally the news reached the ears of the masters in the harem. As for what the women in the harem thought, it was unknown, but it was certain that the women in the harem were more determined to win over Feng Qingchen...

The dim light, shining on the two people, was like a hazy veil covering them. The sparks swaying in the wind blew away their shadows, revealing a subtle sense of alienation that was hard to detect.

Under the candlelight, Feng Qingchen's bloody face looked particularly terrifying, and the eunuch who led the way was startled. Feng Qingchen lowered her head slightly with a respectful look. The Ninth Prince stood in front of her without saying a word, just staring at the wound on Feng Qingchen's head, his heart aching slightly.

Feng Qingchen didn't care about his injuries. He just stood there, letting the blood flow out. He looked so cold and indifferent that he kept people at a distance, just like the Ninth Uncle when they first met.

The Ninth Prince sighed slightly and said that he was not a child, but his temperament was just like that of a child.

Such a hideous wound, but he could ignore it just to be angry. He really didn't know how to feel sorry for himself. How could he let go of Feng Qingchen like this...

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