Chapter 61 Just Say, I Want to Confront the Ninth Prince
The words "Nine Prince's Mansion" made Zhang Jianhong's expression change.
But he quickly calmed down and sneered: "How dare you involve the Ninth Prince's Mansion..."
"I am telling the truth. The reason is that I obey the orders of the Ninth Prince and dare not tell. If Zhang Dutong wants to know whether what I say is true or false, he might as well ask the Ninth Prince for confirmation."
"Presumptuous!" Feng Jiuer's words suddenly made Zhang Jianhong furious.
What is the difference between asking the Ninth Prince for confirmation and pushing him to die?
This girl, in order to clear her name, dared to talk nonsense!
"I think you won't shed tears without seeing the coffin. I will personally come to execute you!"
A Biao and A Yang didn't know what was going on, but they didn't take action for a long time. Zhang Jianhong was so angry that he went over by himself and reached out to pull off Feng Jiu'er's clothes.
Although A Biao and A Yang couldn't bear it, at least this girl really cured their stubborn illness.
But now, Lord Dutong is taking action himself, who dares to stop him?
One by one, they had no choice but to turn away and not look at Feng Jiuer's humiliated side.
Unexpectedly, Jiu'er, who was lying limply and dying on Xing's bed just now, suddenly darkened his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
When Zhang Jianhong was about to grab her clothes, she put a palm on her bed and jumped up using the force.
Zhang Jianhong never expected that this girl would still have strength.
I was careless and felt a chill on my neck, as something was pressed against my neck.
As soon as Feng Jiuer's wrist tightened, Zhang Jianhong immediately felt a stinging pain on his neck, and his expression suddenly changed.
"You...Feng Jiuer, are you going to rebel? Aren't you afraid that your entire Feng family will be implicated?"
Although he was scared to death of the sharp weapon pressed against her neck, how could he, the dignified Lord Commander, show weakness in front of his subordinates?
It's not that Feng Jiu'er isn't afraid, it's just that she has no way to go now.
"The person who saved me that night was indeed a member of the Ninth Prince's Mansion. I only want to confront the Ninth Prince and have no intention of rebellion."
The silver needle in her hand was still pressing tightly on Zhang Jianhong's neck, but she looked at Ayang: "If you don't want all of you to get into trouble, please go to the Ninth Prince's Mansion and send a message that I, Feng Jiu'er, want to confront the Ninth Prince."
"Miss Ninth, this... this..." Ayang looked embarrassed. Is it possible that the Ninth Prince can be seen just as he said he wanted to see him?
If the Ninth Prince doesn't dump Feng Jiu'er at all, then if he goes and talks nonsense, won't he be punished?
"Go quickly!" Feng Jiuer was just blocking his blood. Is blocking his own blood really so important to Uncle Nine Emperors?
It's good to win the bet, but if you lose the bet, you have to find another way.
We can't really let this bastard take off his clothes and be tortured.
"Feng Jiu'er, you... uh-huh -" Before Zhang Jianhong could finish his words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck, and he couldn't say another word.
"Lord Tong!" The people below were all frightened.
Feng Jiuer narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "If you don't go, we'll wait to collect his body!"
"Okay, okay! Let's... let's go right now..."
"Uh huh..." Zhang Jianhong was so anxious that the veins in his neck were exposed.
If this matter alarmed the Ninth Prince, it means that he was not able to handle the matter well and it would be difficult for him to explain himself.
But damn Feng Jiuer, who knows which acupuncture point was tapped on him, not only was he speechless, but he also had no strength left in his whole body.
Where did she get such powerful skills?
Ayang and Abiao were about to go out, but suddenly the jailer's respectful voice came from outside: "See you, Mr. Yu."
