383 Recruiting a son-in-law, who dares to marry you

Just as Feng Qingchen wished, as soon as Su Wenqing left the house, the Ninth Prince received the news that Feng Qingchen was looking for a son-in-law. No one dared to hide such a big thing.

"Recruiting a son-in-law? Feng Qingchen is bold enough to think of it. As expected of General Feng's woman, she has come up with such a good idea in such a short time."

The Ninth Prince was sitting in the room with his back to the light. The people reporting below could not see his expression, but from the Ninth Prince's tone, the man in black could hear his dissatisfaction and knelt down with a thud.

"Miss Feng said that if she doesn't get the title deed to the Feng Mansion within three days, she will invite a son-in-law to inherit the title."

“The title of Marquis of Loyalty? I actually forgot about this matter.” The Ninth Prince spoke slowly, with a hint of laziness in his noble air, and he looked nonchalant and unconcerned. Anyone who knew him well would understand that this was a sign that the Ninth Prince was angry.

There are really not many people in this world who can make the Ninth Prince angry, and Feng Qingchen happens to be one of them.

The man in black knelt on the ground without moving. He knew that the Ninth Prince always took his anger out on others, but accidents were inevitable. The silence in the study made people feel extremely depressed and they wanted to run away.

Pah, pah... The sound of sweat beads falling to the ground was heard in the study. The man in black knelt on the ground and wanted to wipe his sweat with his hands several times, but he didn't dare to. He just knelt there like a statue, waiting for the Ninth Prince to speak.

"Who leaked the news?" The Ninth Prince suddenly asked this question. The man in black was stunned at first, and then he understood what the Ninth Prince asked. Recalling Feng Qingchen's actions in the past few days, he pointed out the suspicious points: "Miss Feng went to the Lu Mansion and met Prince Zhai on the way. I don't know what they said specifically."

"Lu Shaolin? He doesn't have the courage yet. Zhai Dongming, it seems that the prince has been too idle recently." The Ninth Prince easily decided on the suspect. In fact, it was not important to find out who leaked the news at this time. What was important was that he wanted to find someone to vent his anger on, and Zhai Dongming was a good choice.

The Ninth Prince stood up, and a strong air pressure came out with it. The sweat on the black-clothed man's forehead dripped faster and faster. He secretly groaned in his heart that the next time there was news related to Feng Qingchen, he would never come to report in person, even if he was beaten to death.

"Find something for Prince Zhai to do." The Ninth Prince walked towards the study and gave instructions as he passed by the man in black.

"Yes." The man in black stood up respectfully and left respectfully to the Ninth Prince.

"Prepare the sedan chair. I am leaving the palace."

He wanted to see how much Feng Qingchen knew. She actually dared to threaten him with the matter of finding a son-in-law. She must be tired of living.

What his mother said was right, women really should not be spoiled. Feng Qingchen became bolder and even dared to negotiate conditions with him. It would have been fine if he had negotiated conditions, as he didn't mind pampering and spoiling her, but Feng Qingchen actually brought up the idea of ​​finding a son-in-law.

Humph...If Feng Qingchen wants to get married, she has to see if there is anyone who dares to marry her.

The Ninth Prince is usually cold enough, and looks like he keeps people away, but today he is like a moving block of ice, bringing coldness wherever he goes.

The eunuchs who served him personally were so frightened that they dared not step forward, for fear of catching a cold. They trotted to prepare the prince's special official sedan chair. By the time the Ninth Prince reached the door, everything was ready, with sedan chair bearers and guards, numbering nearly a thousand people.

This was the style of the prince's travels. The Ninth Prince seldom used it, but he took it out today to let Feng Qingchen know that if she, Feng Qingchen, wanted to get married in Dongling, she would have to see whether he agreed or not.

Stupid woman, is it so difficult for you to come to the Ninth Prince's Mansion and ask him for help once?

Didn't he just want Feng Qingchen to go to the Ninth Prince's Mansion on his own initiative? Could he eat that woman? Sitting in the sedan chair, the Ninth Prince became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it.

That woman could ask others for help, but she wouldn't ask him for help. When she had problems, she only thought of looking for Wang Jinling, but never thought of him. It would be fine if she didn't ask him for help, but she actually easily said she wanted to be a son-in-law. Can she say such things casually?

The distance from the East District to the West District of the Imperial City is not short. The Ninth Prince's grand arrival has already attracted the attention of many people. Many people have directly sent their servants to follow him to see where the Ninth Prince is going.

Feng Qingchen had received the news of the Ninth Prince's personal arrival long beforehand, and she led everyone in the Feng residence out to kneel and greet him. There was nothing she could do about it as he was a prince, and kneeling out to greet him was a basic requirement. If the Ninth Prince hadn't come so suddenly, she would have also burned incense, cleansed herself, and tidied up the yard.

"You come so quickly, are you trying to show me your power?" Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince was not someone to be trifled with. She had just said in the morning that if she couldn't get the deed to the Feng Mansion within three days, she would seek a son-in-law, and the Ninth Prince came in the afternoon.

Originally, she just guessed that this matter was related to the Ninth Prince, but now it seems that the matter of the Feng Mansion’s land deed was entirely the work of the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen was kneeling outside the house. From afar, he saw guards riding tall horses leading the way, followed by a group of guards with swords. In the middle was an official sedan chair carried by eight strong men. It looked very majestic and impressive. Wherever it went, the people knelt down one after another.

Feng Qingchen bowed his head in resignation, and when the eunuchs sang the salute, Feng Qingchen prostrated himself on the ground: "Live a thousand years, my Lord."

Feng Qingchen did not hear the word "no need for formalities". She only felt a black dress stop in front of her for a moment, then continue to dance. Then there was the sound of thudding footsteps. The guards of the Ninth Prince directly filled the small west courtyard.

After all the people in the Ninth Prince's Mansion had entered, Feng Qingchen and his group could stand up: "This is a very cruel show of power."

Feng Qingchen shook her head. The Ninth Prince had been to Feng Mansion several times before, and each time he was very low-key. Today, he came to her temporary residence in such a high-profile manner. Could it be that he was trying to intimidate her? Could it be that the Ninth Prince was afraid of being criticized by the Imperial Censor, so he went out openly so that the Imperial Censor could not find any evidence against him?

Feng Qingchen smiled. If she remembered correctly, three streets away from this courtyard was the famous Censor Street. Many censors lived there. She didn't know if they still dared to write. They probably didn't have the courage. The Ninth Prince's methods were really cruel.

Feng Qingchen knew that the first censor who had submitted a memorial to accuse the Ninth Prince of murdering his own daughter-in-law was accused of murdering his own daughter-in-law within three days, and there was both witness and evidence.

Ahem, being caught on the spot, do you think this is a coincidence? It was so coincidental that Feng Qingchen felt cold all over. The means of revenge by the Ninth Prince were really scary.

Feng Qingchen shook her head and walked slowly towards the hall. Since she had already given up, there was no need to retreat. The fact that the Ninth Prince came so quickly showed that he cared a lot about her finding a son-in-law. This was her bargaining chip. If she used it well, the Ninth Prince would definitely lose.

Before, it was always the Ninth Prince who took advantage of her feelings. Now it was just a matter of time, and it was no big deal for her to take advantage of him once. Feng Qingchen didn't feel guilty at all. The Ninth Prince deserved it!

"Greetings to Uncle Ninth Prince, may he live a thousand years, a thousand years, and a thousand years." After Feng Qingchen came in, she knelt down according to the etiquette. She was no longer the Feng Qingchen who showed her dissatisfaction outwardly. She lowered her head and no one could see her expression.

In fact, she was not dissatisfied. She was in a good mood today. When she thought of the Feng Mansion deed that was about to be in her hands, Feng Qingchen felt that the kneeling just now was worth it.

The angrier the Ninth Prince was, the happier she was.

The Ninth Prince did not look at Feng Qingchen, but waved to the people around him: "Go down."

"Yes." The crowded hall was empty in an instant, leaving only the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen, and the two maids behind her.

"You go down too." The Ninth Prince ordered coldly, with a tone of authority that brooked no refusal. Tong Jue and Tong Yao considered themselves knowledgeable, but they were still frightened at this moment.

"Miss?" The two maids asked Feng Qingchen for her opinion in a low voice. They were Feng Qingchen's people, so naturally they only listened to Feng Qingchen. As long as Feng Qingchen didn't speak, they would never leave.

"Go down." Feng Qingchen was not worried. She was sure that the Ninth Prince would not do anything to her. So what if he came with a threatening momentum? If the Ninth Prince really wanted to do something to her, he would never show it in public.

"Yes." Tong Jue and Tong Yao retreated obediently. After everyone left, the Ninth Prince said slowly, "Get up."

"Thank you, Ninth Uncle." Feng Qingchen stood up and stood in front of the Ninth Uncle, with a humble look on his face. No matter how you looked at it... it seemed fake.

Although the Ninth Prince did not show it on his face, he was angry in his heart. The words he originally asked Feng Qingchen to sit down changed to: "I heard that you are looking for a son-in-law, right?"

"yes."

"Which young man do you like?" I will kill him.

"I'm preparing to see one. If there's no suitable one in the imperial city, I'll look for one outside." Feng Qingchen said frankly, without any of the shyness that women nowadays have, as if she wasn't talking about her own marriage.

"That's a great idea." The Ninth Prince's words sounded like a compliment, but in fact they were sarcastic. Feng Qingchen pretended not to hear it, and said half in self-mockery and half in anger: "Without parents to support me, I have to work harder. Ninth Prince should understand."

Feng Qingchen wanted to say, we are all orphans, so why make things difficult for her? If it weren’t for you, Uncle Nine, I wouldn’t have thought of this idea.

"Understand? What do I understand? Feng Qingchen, you'd better put away those unrealistic ideas as soon as possible. You are not allowed to marry without my permission!" The Ninth Prince knew that he was the one who started this matter, but there was no way he could admit his mistake!

This matter was so easy to solve. As long as Feng Qingchen went to the Ninth Prince's Mansion and asked him for help, he would not be able to make things difficult for Feng Qingchen. But this woman asked everyone except him, and she didn't even think of him.

Government, government, in Dongling, besides the emperor, who else can change the government's decision? Of course it's him, but Feng Qingchen just can't see it, and the Ninth Uncle is so angry.

This woman didn't take him seriously at all. No matter what happened, she would never think of him.

The Ninth Prince didn't know that, Feng Qingchen could bow her head and beg others, but unless she had no other choice, she would never ask for help from the person she loved. If she had to bow down for the sake of benefits in front of the person she loved, the embarrassment would make her unable to raise her head forever.

"Getting married is my own business. The Ninth Prince is neither my parent nor my brother. No one can interfere with whether I want to get married or not." Feng Qingchen did not retreat. Whoever retreated first at this moment would lose...