908 It hurts, don't let him die
Feng Qingchen didn't explain clearly, but the Ninth Prince was not stupid, so how could he not understand? It was just that Feng Qingchen didn't ask in detail, and the Ninth Prince didn't intend to elaborate.
Since he knew that Feng Qingchen was not not looking for her, but knew what he would do, the Ninth Prince had nothing to be angry about. He put away his princely airs and waved to Feng Qingchen: "Come here."
"No." Feng Qingchen turned his face away proudly.
What a joke! This is not the case with split personality. One second ago he was the prince and his subject, and now their identities have switched in the blink of an eye. Why should she cooperate?
"If you don't come over, I will go over there. But you may not be able to bear the consequences of my going over there." The Ninth Prince threatened shamelessly.
"Let the past be the past. I'm not afraid of you." Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth, but was eventually succumbed to the evil power of the Ninth Prince and walked towards the Ninth Prince reluctantly.
The Ninth Prince was not in a hurry either. He watched Feng Qingchen move like an ant with interest. After all, he was not the one waiting for Feng Qingchen to save his life.
It was just ten steps, and even if Feng Qingchen dawdled a little longer, there was no time to lose. Soon, they were only an arm's length apart. The Ninth Prince no longer waited, and directly reached out and pulled the man into his arms.
"Ah..." Feng Qingchen struggled for a while, and the Ninth Prince hugged her tightly, lowered his head and kissed Feng Qingchen on the forehead: "Don't move, dear, let me hold you. If you move again, I can't guarantee that you won't do anything rude."
"Hmph..." Feng Qingchen opened his mouth and bit the Ninth Prince's arm.
"You, why are you biting people more and more?" The Ninth Prince didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was obviously the one who should be angry, but why was he the one who made the mistake every time at the end of the quarrel?
"This shows that you are becoming more and more demanding. You have clearly benefited from City Lord Ye's death, but you still act pretentiously in front of me. How annoying." Feng Qingchen stretched out his finger and poked the Ninth Uncle in the chest twice.
This man is a typical example of someone who takes advantage of others and still acts like a good kid. He is really shameless.
Feng Qingchen's strength was really strong. The Ninth Prince felt pain, but he could only bear it. He hugged the man tightly and asked face to face: "Are you so sure that I will take this opportunity to collect evidence?"
"Who are you? If you don't take action when such a good opportunity is before you, you are not the Ninth Uncle. Besides, I also asked Xiling Tianyu to tell you that I will be the first to charge forward, and you can just hide in the dark. You don't have to worry about the emperor being on guard, nor do you have to worry about the emperor knowing that you already have evidence."
Having known the Ninth Prince for nearly a year, Feng Qingchen understood very well the Ninth Prince's personality of not doing anything without a profit. It was obvious that there was something fishy going on in the matter of City Lord Ye, so how could the Ninth Prince not investigate it thoroughly?
"What if I don't understand such a subtle hint?" The Ninth Prince put his hand on Feng Qingchen's forehead and rubbed it gently. Their ears rubbed against each other, and their hair secretly tangled together.
The sunlight poured in and shone on the two of them, with a halo lingering around them, hazy and dreamy, but unfortunately no one could see it.
Hearing the coquettish tone of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen was certain that this introverted man was not angry at all, and was deliberately acting serious to scare her.
Feng Qingchen smiled and stretched out her hands, wrapping them around the Ninth Prince's waist: "If you don't understand, then miss this opportunity. It's just a night city, and there are eight cities. If it doesn't work, you can marry Chu Changhua and take over Chu City."
"You want me to marry another woman?" The Ninth Prince groaned sullenly.
"What do you mean I ask you to get married? It's your business whether to get married or not. I can't stop you." Feng Qingchen raised her head and her nose touched with the Ninth Prince's. She smiled, as if telling the Ninth Prince that whether he got married or not had no effect on her.
"You..." The Ninth Prince lowered his head and pecked Feng Qingchen on the lips: "You are so petty. I am just dissatisfied. You don't discuss everything with me, but you bring up Chu Cheng. You know I will not marry anyone."
Since he can't marry you, he might as well not marry you. Anyway, all the people who could force him to marry are dead. The emperor would rather he never marry in this life so that his lineage will end.
After getting the answer she wanted, Feng Qingchen smiled even happier. She buried herself in the arms of the Ninth Prince and said proudly, "I didn't bring up Chu City. I was seriously suggesting to you that if you can conquer a city by marrying a wife, I agree that you should marry all the women from the four kingdoms and nine cities. That way, the world will be peaceful without any soldiers."
The Ninth Prince reached out and rubbed Feng Qingchen's head: "You are really stingy. You know it's impossible, but you still say it."
"Hehe~ It's hard to think about having two wives, so don't even think about getting married. Anyway, if what you said didn't happen, the matter in Yecheng has come to an end. What we have to do now is to wait until the conflict between Dongling and Yecheng is aroused, and then we can reap the benefits."
“I like the way you say “we”. Remember, we are facing these things together. Next time before you take action, at least discuss it with me instead of making the decision on your own.” As Feng Qingchen said, in the matter of Yecheng, the emperor is the one who benefits at the moment, but in the long run, the only one who can get Yecheng in the end is the Ninth Emperor.
"If there is time, I have no problem." After the incident in Night City, she was watched by the Royal Guards. Some things cannot be done as they wish.
"You have time to discuss with others, but you don't have time to discuss with me?" The Ninth Prince was dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen's perfunctory attitude.
"It's different. You are the Ninth Uncle. It's not easy to see you." Feng Qingchen meant that it was very difficult to see the Ninth Uncle.
Even the Ninth Prince had nothing to say about this. His identity determined that he was different from ordinary people, and many people were keeping an eye on him.
The Ninth Prince sighed softly, hugged Feng Qingchen, and buried his face in Feng Qingchen's neck: "Qingchen, while I enjoy the rights of glory and wealth, I must also be responsible for this right and wealth."
No one can enjoy things for free without paying any price. It is impossible for the emperor, and certainly not for the Ninth Prince. His high position and power also means that many people are watching him, and his every move will be magnified and talked about.
Feng Qingchen nodded vigorously: "I understand very well, we all have times when we are forced to do things against our will. Tell me, why did you come to Feng Mansion so ostentatiously today?"
Even if it was to support her, the Ninth Prince would not take out the full set of ceremonial equipment. This formation is extremely time-consuming.
"Let you go and save Fu Lin." The Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen was unhappy, but he still made his intention clear.
"What?" Feng Qingchen was startled and raised his head abruptly. If the Ninth Prince hadn't reacted quickly, his chin would have been hit by Feng Qingchen and bled.
"You heard it right. I asked you to save Fu Lin." The Ninth Prince repeated.
Feng Qingchen was so angry that he vomited blood. He couldn't believe it and said, "You asked me to save that bastard Fu Lin? You actually asked me to save that bastard. Are you kidding me?"
"No, I have said it very clearly, go and save Fu Lin." The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen looked into each other's eyes. In contrast to Feng Qingchen's anger, the Ninth Prince looked calm.
But this is what made Feng Qingchen angry. She glared at the Ninth Uncle angrily. After a half-minute confrontation, Feng Qingchen was defeated and jumped off the Ninth Uncle, shouting: "No, no, no!"
Not saving three people in a row shows how determined Feng Qingchen is.
She was the one who tampered with the bullet, and now she is asked to save people. She really cannot do such a hypocritical thing.
The Ninth Prince did not yell, but waited for Feng Qingchen to calm down, then stood up and stepped forward, holding Feng Qingchen's shoulders, and said solemnly: "Qingchen, Fu Lin cannot die now, so you must go save him!"