The sight of the Ninth Imperial Uncle throwing a jealous fit was truly terrifying — the murderous aura radiating from him was no mere pretense.

That surging killing intent was so palpable that even Yu Jingfeng felt it, and he hurriedly dropped to one knee, rushing to explain himself.

“Your Highness, there is absolutely nothing going on between this subordinate and Miss Jiu’er. In fact, regarding Miss Jiu’er’s behavior just now — after careful analysis, this subordinate believes she must have been so frightened that she lost her mind.”

“You—” Feng Jiu’er truly wanted to send him flying with a kick!

She had genuinely wanted him to live, and yet he had the nerve to say she had lost her mind!

“Get out.” Zhan Qingcheng’s eyes darkened.

“Yes, this subordinate is getting out right away!” Yu Jingfeng shot Feng Jiu’er a glance, offering her a look that said you’re on your own, then turned and made himself scarce.

The Ninth Prince was not ordinarily prone to anger, but when his fury did rise, the consequences were absolutely terrifying.

So it was better for him to make himself scarce first. As for Feng Jiu’er… well, everyone had their own fate. Farewell!

What a shameless wretch — why had she even tried to protect him just now? Feng Jiu’er was so full of regret she could have turned green with it.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, just now I actually — mmph! Ninth Imperial Uncle, be gentler! Ah… gentler, it hurts…”

In the dead of night, a girl’s soft cries were the sort of thing that set the imagination running.

But if one were to look closely, it would be plain to see that the scene between them had absolutely nothing to do with anything improper.

There was a strikingly beautiful man in white robes, his brilliance almost blinding, seated atop a horse as he raced at full gallop.

As for the girl in his arms — well, she was draped across his lap, which could loosely be counted as being held by him.

The relentless jolting of the ride, combined with the man’s legs being as rigid and unyielding as iron, was jostling her so mercilessly that she was nearly in agony.

In the end, she wrapped her arms around the Ninth Imperial Uncle’s perpetually alluring waist and managed to push herself upright on his lap.

With her face buried against his chest to shield herself from the fierce wind lashing at her along the way, Feng Jiu’er finally managed to catch her breath.

This man — who appeared as ethereal as an immortal — was, in reality, an absolute tyrant.

All that jolting had made her chest ache terribly. Did he not know that certain areas were delicate?

Wuwuwu, that awful man. She did not even know if anything had been flattened. Wu…

At last, just as Feng Jiu’er was on the verge of being knocked senseless by the howling wind, the Ninth Prince’s manor came into view.

When they dismounted, Feng Jiu’er still clung tightly to the Ninth Imperial Uncle’s waist, as though her entire body were hanging off him.

The servants and guards in the courtyard watched with their mouths hanging open, eyes fixed and unblinking.

This girl — had she no shame at all?

Even if their lord was unrivaled in beauty and devastatingly handsome, that was no excuse to shamelessly keep clinging to someone like that!

The Ninth Miss of the Feng Family — both foolish and shameless! What was strange, however, was why the Ninth Prince had not simply flung her away.

“Mm…” Only after her legs had recovered some feeling did Feng Jiu’er finally let out a long breath and hastily release her grip on his waist.

The truth was, the horse had been galloping at such terrifying speed the whole way that… her legs had gone completely numb.

If she had not been holding onto him, she would have fallen straight off and landed face-first in the dirt.

Still… the Ninth Prince’s manor?

She looked around, and could not help but sigh. She had come to this place again.

“Take her to bathe and change.” Once Feng Jiu’er finally let go of him, Zhan Qingcheng immediately strode off toward the bedchamber with his long legs.

“Yes.” Two maidservants promptly came forward and guided Jiu’er toward the bedchamber as well. “This way, please, Miss Jiu’er.”

“You two… I have not seen you before.”

“We were assigned specifically to attend to Miss Jiu’er.” The two of them smiled pleasantly as they led Jiu’er inside, and the bathing water was brought in at once.

The Ninth Imperial Uncle had gone off to goodness knows which chamber, but this room here was clearly his own. One of the maidservants said with a smile, “Miss Jiu’er, His Highness will return shortly — you had best wash up quickly and wait for him.”