962 Tomb Sweeping, This Scene is a Bit Scary

The news of the prince going to the south of the Yangtze River has caused a lot of controversy. Feng Qingchen couldn't pretend that she didn't know about it. Feng Qingchen was thinking about whether she should send the prince off. After all, the prince went to the south of the Yangtze River not only to recuperate, but also to shoulder the important task of making money for the Ninth Uncle.

"Ninth Uncle, when will the prince leave?" Feng Qingchen was thinking about what things the prince could use, and asked when he saw the Ninth Uncle come in.

"April twelfth." The Ninth Prince sat down opposite Feng Qingchen.

During this period, the Ninth Prince stayed in the Feng Mansion much longer than he stayed in the Ninth Prince's Mansion, so the Emperor could not find any trouble with the Ninth Prince.

"April twelfth? Isn't that the day when Yaohua and Prince Chun are getting married?" He left on the day when they are getting married. Isn't this just cursing them to separate? The prince is truly a talented person.

"So what?" The Ninth Prince did not think there was anything wrong with the prince's behavior.

So what if Yaohua and Prince Chun are getting married? The prince can leave whenever he wants.

"Nothing, I just admire the prince very much." The prince did not expect the emperor's favor at all, otherwise he would not have targeted Dong Ling Zichun. After all, everyone with eyes could see the emperor's love and protection for Dong Ling Zichun.

"I have decided to go to Shandong on April 15th, so you should prepare yourself." Now he is in the capital, and his every move is being watched. Instead of being unable to perform his duties, it is better to leave early.

"Oh." One by one, they left. The emperor would probably be very happy. Feng Qingchen muttered to himself, and then thought about giving a gift to the prince, so he asked the ninth uncle if he had any good ideas.

"Prepare some commonly used medicines for the prince. The medicine box you prepared for Wang Jinling last time is good." The Ninth Prince would never admit that he was jealous, he was just discussing the matter.

The last time Wang Jinling was able to save his life in Taroko Canyon, the common medicines prepared by Feng Qingchen played a big role. |

Feng Qingchen thought about it and felt that it made sense. The prince was a very important person. No matter how unpopular he was, he would not lack for worldly things. The only things she could give him were various pills. It was a pity that none of the prince's concubines were pregnant, otherwise it would be easiest to just give him a few boxes of pregnancy-preserving pills.

Feng Qingchen was preparing medicine for the prince and had no time to pay attention to the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle was not angry and started to handle official business in Feng Qingchen's study.

The emperor thought that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were hanging out together every day, but he didn't know that the Ninth Prince worked through the secret passage that connected the Feng Mansion and the Su Mansion's secret room, and was trying to undermine the emperor right under the emperor's nose.

Several major events happened in Dongling one after another, and everyone was very busy. Not to mention a small figure like Feng Qingchen, even the first gambling game in Dongling that had caused a sensation in the city was settled quietly.

Apart from knowing that Su Wenqing took out one million taels to build the Ji Charity Hall, and that he and a mysterious gambler won a huge sum of two million taels, outsiders knew nothing about the rest of the matter. After all, those who took the lead were several powerful families, and these people would make money quietly and would never announce it to the outside world.

Of the one million taels of silver that went into the Jianji Charity Hall, more than 100,000 taels were dividends that the deceased officials should have received. As the officials died and their debts were settled, and all of their families were wiped out, there was no one who could give them money, so Su Wenqing put the money they deserved into the charity fund and did good deeds for them.

In fact, Su Wenqing should be thankful for the series of events that happened, otherwise, as the initiator of the gambling, he would be stared at by thousands of eyes, and everyone would also be concerned about and talk about the whereabouts of the huge amount of two million gambling money.

Now, because of the bloody night in the imperial city, even if some people think that the gambler who won the huge sum of money was the result of the secret manipulation of the dealer, no one dared to say a word, for fear of getting into trouble and going to jail.

Feng Qingchen once asked about the gambling matter, but stopped asking when he knew that Su Wenqing had raised enough money. After all, the Ninth Prince was in charge of the Feng Mansion every day, so even if the sky fell, the Ninth Prince would be there to hold it up.

Time passed quickly and it was Qingming Festival. Just as the ancient poem said, it rained heavily on Qingming Festival, but there were few pedestrians on the road.

Today is Qingming Festival, a good day for tomb-sweeping, but because the assassin who assassinated the minister has not been found yet, the imperial city is still under martial law. Most people cannot go out easily, and ordinary people can only express their condolences at home.

The housekeeper had already prepared the incense, candles, paper money and some vegetarian fruits needed for tomb sweeping. The doorman came to report that the Ninth Prince had arrived. Feng Qingchen declined the offer of the maid to follow him and only asked a servant to follow behind him carrying the things.

I thought that the Ninth Prince and his entourage were traveling light, but as soon as I went out, I saw a fully armed guards following the Ninth Prince.

"What's going on?" Feng Qingchen was not afraid, but just felt strange. The Ninth Prince was not the kind of person who liked to show off.

"When the emperor heard that I was going to leave the city, he specially dispatched a guard to protect me." It would be more accurate to say surveillance rather than protection. The emperor was afraid that the ninth uncle would leave the city to contact someone.

After all, the emperor still didn't believe the Ninth Uncle. Even though the clues he had recently found showed that the hidden force in the imperial city was very likely related to the emperor's seizure of the throne, the emperor did not relax his surveillance on the Ninth Uncle.

"Your Majesty is so thoughtful." Feng Qingchen pursed his lips, motioned the servant to put the things on the carriage, and then asked the servant to return home.

She didn't want her servants to suffer. Didn't they see that the guards were looking at them as if they were thieves?

"Let's go." The Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen was unhappy, so he could only speak to comfort her.

The emperor's decision to send the imperial guards to follow him was a temporary one, under the pretext of caring for his safety, and it was difficult for him to refuse. Besides, he was not doing anything wrong when he left the city, so it made no difference to him whether the emperor's men followed him or not.

The carriage was very spacious, definitely enough for two people. The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen each took one side, without any ambiguous or inappropriate behavior.

Although the Ninth Prince liked to be close to Feng Qingchen, he would never do anything impolite like hugging her in front of outsiders. The two of them walked quietly along the way, boring the guards outside to death.

They were ordered by the Emperor to keep an eye on the Ninth Prince, but the Ninth Prince was so well-behaved that it was boring for them to keep an eye on him.

It was quiet all the way until they finally arrived at the outskirts of Feng's father and mother's tombs. As soon as Feng Qingchen got off the carriage, the guard beside him came over holding an oil-paper umbrella to prevent the drizzle from wetting Feng Qingchen's clothes.

Feng Qingchen saw the Ninth Uncle in front of him, and without saying a word, he just followed the Ninth Uncle towards the cemetery.

Whether out of fear of the Ninth Prince or respect for the dead, the guards had solemn expressions and walked quietly behind them. The sound of their footsteps was particularly loud in the forest, making people feel at ease.

Feng Qingchen remained silent all the way and declined the good intentions of the guards. He cleaned the tombstones of his father and mother by himself and placed offerings and incense on them.

After scattering the paper money, Feng Qingchen did not leave, but stood quietly in front of the tombstone, his eyes confused and empty, just like a helpless child who stands in front of his parents and asks for their opinions but never gets an answer from his parents.

There was a faint sadness lingering around Feng Qingchen, and no one could intervene. The Ninth Prince stood silently behind Feng Qingchen, waiting for Feng Qingchen to come out of the sad mood.

No matter what, he is behind Feng Qingchen!