His Highness the Crown Prince's words are meant to protect Feng Jiuer until tonight.
Since it was the emperor who agreed to arrest Feng Jiuer, even if the prince tried to protect the matter, it would not be completely suppressed.
However, it is still possible to keep it alive until tonight.
"Your Highness, please rest assured that no one will touch Miss Ninth Girl's hair before midnight tonight."
Zhang Jianhong sold this favor to His Majesty the Crown Prince, but after the prince's death, he was unable to do anything.
Zhan Yuheng glanced at Feng Jiuer again, hesitated for a moment, but eventually led the carriage team and left quickly.
In the carriage, one could still hear Feng Qingyin's weak cough and the maid's comforting voice: "Miss, don't worry, His Highness the Crown Prince will not let anything happen to you."
"After entering the palace, finding the best imperial doctor, and taking good care of the prince, the young lady will definitely get better."
Oh, for fear that others would not know that her young lady came to the palace to be taken care of by the prince.
The group of people walked away, and Feng Jiuer was immediately taken into custody by Zhang Jianhong's people and was about to leave the house.
His father, Feng Junzhuo, didn't even look at him, mainly because he was afraid that if he said more words, he would get into trouble.
Although he didn't think that this fool would be involved with the people of Tianzun Sect, this matter had alarmed the emperor, so of course he did not dare to act rashly.
Master Feng Feng Zhenhai immediately asked someone to drive a carriage, and a package of something was secretly thrust into Zhang Jianhong's hand.
Feng Zhenhai whispered: "It's not a short journey from here to Jiantian Mansion. It's not easy for Jiu'er, a girl, to be escorted to the public eye."
"Please Zhang Dutong please be considerate and let Jiuer sit in the carriage and go with Mr. Dutong."
Zhang Jianhong didn't want to make too many enemies, and it seemed just now that His Highness the Crown Prince seemed to have some affection for Feng Jiu'er.
After weighing it up, he finally put the things away, asked Feng Jiuer to get on the carriage, and had people riding horses to guard him.
"Jiu'er, don't worry. Grandpa will go to the Holy One in person and ask for His Majesty's insight."
In fact, it is unlikely that the Holy Spirit would be aware of such a thing, but if the Holy Spirit is willing to see him, there is at least some room for this matter.
If the Holy One doesn't even want to see him, this matter may still be a thorn in his side.
Feng Zhenhai couldn't say these words to Jiu'er for fear of frightening her, so he could only comfort her for a few words and watch the convoy leave.
Feng Jiuer looked back from the opened car curtain. Her father looked indifferent, but her grandfather looked worried.
Grandpa, she will remember this kindness in her heart.
But it was also because of this love that she suppressed the thought of escaping on the road.
If you escape, you may be able to get away with it, but the Feng family will definitely suffer.
If the people in Feng Mansion were ruthless and unkind to her, then she would not feel sad if they suffered.
But what should grandpa do?
Soon, Feng Jiuer was taken to Jiantian Mansion and thrown directly into prison.
Because of the prince's explanation, Zhang Jianhong was polite to her, but the warden who was guarding her looked disdainful.
"You'd better explain how you colluded with the Tianzun sect, otherwise you will suffer the consequences when the night is over!"
After saying that, he locked the cell door with a click.
Feng Jiuer sat on the floor of the prison, smelling the fishy smell around her. Although her face was still expressionless, her mood began to feel a little heavy.
It's midnight, which is eleven o'clock tonight.
She was not sure whether Zhan Yuheng would really come, but she could not put her life in the hands of others.
