323 Feng Qingchen, Believe in Me Once

Feng Qingchen felt dizzy and seemed to have lost his balance. When he finally stabilized and was about to attack the other party, he fell into a hot embrace...

The unique bamboo fragrance belonging to that person wafted into her nose. Even though she couldn't see the other person's face, Feng Qingchen knew who the person was and put down her raised hand.

"Let me go." Feng Qingchen tried to push him away, but the Ninth Prince held him tighter: "Sit still, I don't want to do it again."

"Someone come, chase them." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Wang Jinling's eyes. He pointed in the direction where the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen left and gave the order.

"yes."

The eight secret guards rushed forward like lightning, but no matter how fast they were, they were no faster than the fine horses under the Ninth Prince's mount, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wang Jinling was extremely angry. He didn't even see clearly who took Feng Qingchen away, and he didn't know if Qingchen would be in danger. But at this moment, the horse that had snatched Feng Qingchen away turned back, and he could vaguely see Feng Qingchen being held in that person's arms.

The secret guards kept retreating, trying to surround the horse and the man, but unfortunately the other party did not give the secret guards any chance. The horse's speed did not slow down. From a distance, the man on the horse was heard saying: "Wang Jinling, I have taken the man away. No one else needs to worry about my woman."

This sound?

"Ninth Uncle?" Wang Jinling blurted out.

"Yes, it is this king." After saying this, he turned his horse's head and went back again, regardless of the fact that the horse was galloping forward...

The horse neighed, its front hooves flew up, and it landed steadily, flying towards the Ninth Prince's Palace again. It was only a blink of an eye, and the horse did not even stop for a step.

No one saw clearly how the Ninth Prince did it, but they understood that he had done it. He turned his horse around quickly, ignored the encirclement of the secret guards, and came and went like dust.

The secret guards stood where they were, expressionless but full of admiration in their hearts. Even though they would be punished by their master because of this man, they did not complain at all.

It's not shameful to lose to such a person.

Wang Jinling closed his eyes to hide the fatigue in them. Just when the secret guard thought he would be punished and reprimanded, Wang Jinling only said: "Go back!"

The most helpless and profound answer.

Tong Jue and Tong Yao knelt on the spot, not knowing what to do next. Li Xun did not dare to speak when he saw this. He could not afford to offend the Wang family, and he could not afford to offend the Ninth Prince even more.

Wang Jinling walked to the carriage and suddenly stopped. He turned his back to the fire and said, "You two go back to the Wang family. Lord Li, please go to the palace and report the matter of Feng Mansion to the emperor."

After he finished his instructions, he boarded the carriage. The people outside the Feng Mansion quickly dispersed, leaving only the blazing fire...

The Ninth Prince carried Feng Qingchen and ran all the way, bringing her directly back to the Ninth Prince's Mansion. The Ninth Prince's Mansion was different from the deserted and deserted state of the past, and it was as bright as day.

Servants shuttled back and forth, and Feng Qingchen received the best treatment as soon as he entered the mansion. Soon he bathed and changed his clothes again, and his wounds were treated.

The servant brought Feng Qingchen to the side hall, where the Ninth Prince was sitting in the dark. When he saw Feng Qingchen coming, he raised his hand and played with a small purse. When Feng Qingchen saw it, her eyes widened involuntarily.

Wasn't that purse given to her by the Ninth Prince? How did it end up in his hands?

Uh... just now she was so busy putting away the wooden box that she forgot about the purse. For some reason, when she saw the purse in the hands of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen felt very embarrassed, as if all her thoughts were revealed to the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen bit her lip and turned her face away, no longer looking at the Ninth Uncle or the purse in his hand.

"Sit down." Perhaps thinking of what Feng Qingchen had encountered today, the Ninth Prince was particularly easy to talk to today. He had no intention of making things difficult for Feng Qingchen, and the purse in his hand fell into his sleeve.

Feng Qingchen's emotions were still fluctuating because of him. He had already gotten the answer he wanted. That was enough!

"Thank you, Uncle Ninth Prince." Feng Qingchen came back to his senses, chose a seat farthest away from Uncle Ninth Prince and sat down, staring down at his toes.

She didn't know what the Ninth Uncle was going to do, and she was not in the mood to deal with him at the moment. She had a lot of things to think about and a lot of things to do.

Where would she live after the Feng Mansion was burned down? When would the Feng Mansion be rebuilt? Where would the money come from? There was also her parents' cenotaph, which could have originally held a few of her parents' old clothes, but with this fire, everything in the Feng Mansion was destroyed, including the old things her parents had used...

My heart ached so much that I wished I could rush into the palace and cut Li Xiang into pieces.

The Ninth Prince kept staring at Feng Qingchen. Seeing her go from sadness to confusion and then to anger, he felt a little distressed in his heart, but then he felt relieved.

At least Feng Qingchen was still alive, which was good enough. When he left the palace, he heard the spy report that Feng Mansion was on fire and Feng Qingchen's whereabouts were unknown. He was completely stunned. At that moment, he didn't think about anything else but that Feng Qingchen must not die. If Feng Qingchen died, he would let everyone in the palace be buried with her...

The Ninth Prince's emotions were hidden in his unfathomable eyes, and no one could see them. Seeing Feng Qingchen's emotions slowly calm down, the Ninth Prince asked: "Do you know who did it?"

"I can roughly guess it, and then I can verify it a little bit later. How could such a big fuss not leave any traces?" The moment the fireworks appeared, coupled with the news that the Ninth Prince had once given her, she knew that this matter was inseparable from Li Xiang. Except for him, no one would make such a big fuss to kill her because it was not worth it.

As soon as the fireworks went off, Feng Mansion was on fire. How could this be a coincidence? The fire was obviously set on purpose by someone. Perhaps the emperor also knew about this and acquiesced to Li Xiang's revenge on her, otherwise the other party would have no way to avoid the defense of the Imperial Guards and set the fire silently.

Although it was only one hour since the fire broke out in Feng Mansion, it was enough time for the Ninth Uncle to find out the truth. Someone who could make such a bold and stupid decision could not be a smart person. There were many people in the imperial city who wanted Feng Qingchen dead, but there was only one person so stupid.

"Have you decided what to do?" His tone was very official, without a trace of warmth, making people suspect that this man was negotiating with someone.

Feng Qingchen was on guard, and when he heard Uncle Nine say this, his alarm bells went off. He said distantly and respectfully: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Nine. Qingchen knows what to do."

"What are you going to do?" Feng Qingchen wanted to avoid him, but the Ninth Prince would not let her. His dark eyes met Feng Qingchen's, as if he wanted to see through her.

Facing the burning gaze of the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen lowered his head in embarrassment, gritted his teeth and said stiffly: "This is Qingchen's business, Qingchen will make the decision, and there is no need for the Ninth Uncle to worry about it."

She was afraid that the Ninth Prince would use this matter to force her to make a thunder bomb. Thunder bombs were something she didn't want to touch. Although she was not a soldier who had fought on the battlefield, she had been in the army for many years. She was definitely better at guns and ammunition than Li Xiang, a half-baked one. The thunder bomb she made would definitely be more powerful than Li Xiang's.

"You, don't believe me?" The defensiveness in Feng Qingchen's eyes hurt his heart. The pain in his heart seemed to come again. The Ninth Prince instinctively covered his chest with a hidden expectation in his eyes...

Feng Qingchen, believe me once!

Please!