Feng Jiuer was a little stunned. If he wasn't called Wangye, what should he be called?
It seems that I used to be called Nine Emperors Uncle, but isn’t this going too far?
How close is her relationship with the Ninth Prince?
At the beginning, he was just a medicine guide, and his blood was often sucked by the prince.
Although the process was always a bit ambiguous, looking back now, it was indeed just to save him.
Could it be that the interaction between the two of them was a bit ambiguous at that time, so the Ninth Prince misunderstood that she was interested in him?
Is she interested in the Ninth Prince? I don’t know.
But, isn’t it interesting? The Ninth Prince is the most handsome man in the world, who can resist his charm?
Really no idea?
Feng Jiuer's face suddenly changed slightly, and her eyebrows frowned tightly.
She raised her hand and tapped her head lightly.
Mo Bai frowned: "What's going on? Does your head feel uncomfortable?"
"Also...it's not that I feel uncomfortable, but I always feel that there are some things that I can't understand, and some...feeling strange."
"What feeling? Is it the feeling for the prince?" When she came back, she heard the prince saying that something was wrong with her. Sure enough, this girl's feeling towards the Ninth Prince was a bit weird.
Looking at her face that was gradually turning pale, Mo Bai hesitated for a moment and finally asked: "Miss Jiu'er, can you let me see your head?"
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In the lobby of the martial arts building, more than 20 students stood in the center of the lobby.
Sitting on the jade chair at the head of the lobby, Zhan Qingcheng looked around at everyone with cold eyes.
Huo Yan took a step forward and said, "Your Majesty, these twenty people have injuries on their backs. I will call them here and ask Your Majesty to check them personally."
Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything. Huo Yan stared at the people below and said in a deep voice: "You all come forward one by one, take off your clothes, and show your back to the prince."
These are all the students who were found to have back injuries in Juefeng Garden last night. After all, Huo Yan was not present. I don’t know the extent of the “back injuries” that the prince refers to.
Therefore, he called all the students who had obvious scars on their backs.
However, Mu Mu was among them, which still made Huo Yan a little uneasy.
Mu Mu's skills are indeed very high. He is the key talent that he likes. If the assassin is really him...
Mu Mu seemed to have seen Huo Yan's eyes on him. With an expressionless face, he stepped forward and pulled off his clothes with a big palm.
Turning around, his generous back fell into Zhan Qingcheng's sight.
Not only Zhan Qingcheng, but also Fang Zheng, who was sitting not far from him, and Huo Yan, who was standing aside, could see clearly.
There are indeed injuries on Mu Mu's back, but these injuries have been there for some time. It seems that they were caused about ten days ago.
Now, the wound has long since scarred and is recovering step by step.
But that's not the key. The key is that Mu Mu's back is crisscrossed with scars!
Huo Yan had seen these scars last night, but now that he looked at them, he still felt a little numb.
Although every scar is a flesh wound and not fatal, it is really scary to look at it.
This... is the mark of being beaten with a whip or a cane when it's time to be punished. This child looks clean. Why did he receive so many punishments?
"Your Majesty, he..."
Zhan Qingcheng waved his hand, and Huo Yan immediately said: "Mu Mu, put on your clothes."
Mu Mu said nothing, turned around and nodded to Zhan Qingcheng, pulled up his clothes and returned to his seat.
"Next, come up and take off your clothes." Huo Yan immediately ordered.
The male student standing below Mu Mu stepped forward and, like Mu Mu, took off his clothes.
The suspicious students took off their clothes one by one. Zhan Qingcheng just took a casual look at them and waved their hands to ask them to leave.
In the blink of an eye, all ten students had been checked, and only a dozen were left.
Suddenly, a guard broke in from outside and knelt down on one knee in front of Zhan Qingcheng: "Your Majesty, the brother of the Twelve Riders is back."
Fang Zheng stood up and Huo Yan personally greeted him.
As expected, they were the brothers of the Twelve Riders of the Flying Dragon. They were all looking disgraced. It was obvious that they had rushed all the way back without stopping on the way.
The people who rode the Twelve Flying Dragons just wanted to see with their own eyes whether the Ninth Prince was well. After seeing that the Prince was well and asking for his blessing, they all retreated.
It was obvious that everyone was exhausted. Like Yu Jingfeng, he planned to go back to take a shower, eat something, and have a good sleep.
After the brothers of the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders left, the tense atmosphere returned to the lobby.
Everyone knew that there was an assassin in the martial arts building last night, but they didn't expect that the target of the assassination was the Ninth Prince who secretly returned early.
Everyone wasn't too nervous when we came, but now, they are really nervous.
If the assassin is not found, will everyone become a suspect? After all, assassinating the prince is an unforgivable crime!
If we really can't find the assassin, everyone will be implicated, right?
The most popular saying in the royal family is that they would rather kill a hundred people by mistake than let one person go. What if they are buried together?
Huo Yan's eyes fell on Xing Zizhou: "Come up and take off your clothes."
Xing Zizhou stepped forward, and everyone in the house was unlucky. All three of them had injuries on their backs.
Who asked them to follow Feng Jiuer on a mission before? Isn't it normal for them to get injured under difficult circumstances?
Xing Zizhou was about to take off his clothes when another guard broke in outside and knelt in front of Zhan Qingcheng: "Your Majesty, the imperial decree!"
Outside, my father-in-law is already waiting.
Fang Zheng immediately stood up and leaned towards Zhan Qingcheng: "Your Majesty, why don't you announce the entry of the people in the palace first."
When other people receive imperial edicts, they go out to greet them. Only the Ninth Prince always waits for summons as his father-in-law.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything, but he didn't mean to object. Huo Yan immediately said: "You all have injuries on your backs. You have to be detained in the martial arts building for the past two days."
The Ninth Prince wants to receive the imperial edict, and I'm afraid there is something going on in the palace, so he may not have the free time to examine these people today.
And because they are all suspected, they can only be imprisoned here first. As for the others, they don't know the extent of the so-called "injury on the back". These matters must be interrogated by the prince himself when he has free time.
No one down there dares to have an opinion.
Huo Yan had people take them to each room and ordered the guards to guard them, and then the lobby was emptied.
The father-in-law came in immediately, walked to Zhan Qingcheng, leaned forward and saluted: "See you, Your Majesty."
Seeing no response from the prince, the father-in-law took out the imperial edict and read it out: "By God's blessing, the emperor decrees..."
"Key point." Zhan Qingcheng was a little impatient. He didn't like this kind of red tape.
The father-in-law was also used to the Ninth Prince's temper, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty invites you to come to the palace to discuss matters."
