604 It's too late, plant one

Although the Ninth Prince was also in prison, he was different from Feng Qingchen. Although he did not see with his own eyes what happened outside in the past few days, he was very clear about every single thing, and everything went according to the situation he set.

Through the small window above the cell, the Ninth Prince put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and murmured: "Feng Qingchen, you should get rid of this group. Don't worry, your grievances will not be in vain."

He didn't take action in the Duke's Mansion before because the cost was too high. Now... for Feng Qingchen, he is willing to pay this price. As for the rumors about God's dissatisfaction?

Humph... His royal brother was too naive. He didn't promise anything from beginning to end. He only did what he wanted to do. Besides, Feng Qingchen was able to be released from prison because he was innocent.

Dadada... There were faint sounds of footsteps in his ears. The Ninth Prince's ears twitched slightly, but he still protected his standing posture, with an aloof look that seemed to disregard everything.

"Ninth Uncle." Dong Ling Ziluo stood across the prison door, looking at the Ninth Uncle's back with a confused look on his face.

He, the emperor's uncle, is becoming more and more incomprehensible. He looks like an immortal at all times and in all places. He can make clouds and rain with just a wave of his hand. He is trapped in a cage but controls everything in the outside world.

He would never believe that the discovery of the thunder bomb in the Duke's Mansion was not the work of his Ninth Prince. But he really didn't understand. How could the Ninth Prince be able to remotely control what was happening outside when he was clearly imprisoned in the clan prison?

What kind of power and how many experts does he have that could make his father so fearful and enable him to do so many things so quickly?

The Ninth Prince ignored Dong Ling Zi Luo and still stood with his back to him. The hem of his clothes hanging quietly at his side silently told how arrogant the owner of the clothes was.

Dong Ling Zi Luo was not angry, and said to himself: "Ninth Uncle, you obviously care about Feng Qingchen, why don't you say it? You have done so much for her and sacrificed so much, but she doesn't know anything. In the eyes of outsiders, they only see Wang Jinling and Yun Xiao running around for Feng Qingchen and clearing Feng Qingchen's name, which has nothing to do with you."

"Ninth uncle, is it worth it for a woman? She is just a plaything. There are all kinds of women in this world that you can't have. Didn't you say that she is just a woman? Why didn't you do what you said when the time came? Ninth uncle, your nephew really doesn't understand."

He was really confused. What the Ninth Prince said that day and his attitude were absolutely true. When he thought that the Ninth Prince treated Feng Qingchen as a plaything, the Ninth Prince did something that shocked him.

Ninth Uncle, how difficult are you to understand?

Dong Ling Zi Luo kept talking and talking, not necessarily to get to the bottom of things. He just confided in his elders, expressing his confusion and bewilderment like a younger generation.

Two days ago, Yaohua came to him and said that she did not want to marry Zichun. What happened that night was designed by the Ninth Prince and she did not do it voluntarily. The person she loved was him and she was willing to follow him regardless of her status. She also said that if he really loved her, he should not care about what happened that night.

Yaohua's words made his heart beat for a moment. Yaohua was his young love. Even if he didn't love Yaohua, he still had that kind of obsession with her, but...

Women are just playthings. How could he become enemies with Zichun because of Yaohua? Zichun is extremely favored by the emperor. If he slaps Zichun in the face, his father will not let him off easily.

So, he came to find the Ninth Uncle and wanted to talk to him. Maybe he could find the answer from his uncle.

Dong Ling Zi Luo kept talking, but the Ninth Prince did not say a word in response until Dong Ling Zi Luo said, "Ninth Prince, what do you think it takes to be a qualified prince? A qualified member of the royal family?"

"He has a strange mind and a fickle temperament. It's hard to tell what's true and what's false. He can even deceive himself." The Ninth Prince turned around, opened his thin lips, and uttered the first words he said to Dong Ling Ziluo today.

Dong Ling Ziluo was startled. He did not expect that the Ninth Uncle would really answer him. After coming to his senses, he savored these words carefully, and then bowed respectfully to the Ninth Uncle: "Thank you for your teachings, Ninth Uncle."

"I don't have the time to teach you. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. I am impatient to see you. Tell your father that he has taken enough from me. My patience is limited. Don't force me."

This is a warning, a warning from the Ninth Prince to the Emperor. He took a step back on the matter of Feng Qingchen, but that doesn't mean he will back down every time.

He was warning the emperor not to use Feng Qingchen as a target again, because if it happened again, he wouldn't mind fighting to the death.

"Uncle..." Dong Ling Ziluo's face turned pale. He couldn't believe that such outrageous words came out of the mouth of his ninth uncle.

My father was right when he said that the Ninth Prince was rebellious and committed treason.

"What? I dare to say that you still don't dare to turn? With your condition, how can you be called a qualified prince? As a prince, if you don't even have the courage to be brave, don't even think about that position." The Ninth Uncle laughed sarcastically: "Ziluo, considering that you call me uncle, I will remind you again that some things cannot be rushed, and your father is still young."

In other words, if Dong Ling Zi Luo wants to become emperor, he will have to wait for decades after his father dies. A lot of things can happen in these decades. One thing at the moment is that the women in the harem will soon give birth to a bunch of princes and princesses, and Dong Ling Zi Luo will still have something to worry about.

Dong Ling Zi Luo's eyes suddenly widened and he took a few steps back in horror: "Uncle, you think too much. I don't have that idea." Having an idea and speaking it out are two different things. If he wanted to speak it out, his father would not tolerate it.

"It's best to have nothing. Otherwise, you will end up being used as a pawn for others. There is no shortage of women or princes in the harem." The Ninth Prince's seemingly unintentional words actually hit the point directly.

A new group of women have entered the harem, including the one in Imperial Noble Concubine Xie's belly. If we want to fight, we have to start now.

He was looking forward to the fight between the Queen and the Imperial Concubine, and that group of women.

It is impolite not to reciprocate. The emperor plotted against his woman, so it is nothing for him to plot against the emperor's woman.

"Thank you for your teachings, uncle. I appreciate it. I still have work to do, so I won't disturb you. I'll come to visit you next time."

Facing the all-seeing eyes of the Ninth Prince, Dong Ling Zi Luo fled in panic, and only stopped at the door of the cell. He straightened his clothes and regained his elegant appearance before stepping out.

There were four guards at the door. Dong Ling Zi Luo went out and pointed at the two people on the left and said, "You two stay here and look after the Ninth Uncle for me."

These two people are masters of the palace. The emperor specially asked Dong Ling Zi Luo to send them. The Ninth Prince reacted too quickly to the matter of the Duke's Mansion. The emperor always felt that there was something wrong with the Zongrenfu prison, but the Zongrenfu was managed by the royal family. He did not have time to sort it out now, so he had to send people himself.

When the warden of the clan prison heard the news, he looked at his deputy and nodded at him. The man seized the opportunity and immediately walked towards the cell.

"My dear brother, is it too late to think of this now?"

After so many days, he had already done what he needed to do. Now he just had to wait...