"... Ninth Imperial Uncle?" Seeing Feng Dingchu here was indeed beyond Feng Yexuan's expectations.
As for the person on top of the tent, he didn't need to look to know who it was.
The familiar feeling was imprinted in his heart.
He just didn't know why they appeared together.
Feng Dingchu took two steps forward, instantly appearing before Feng Yexuan.
He suddenly swung his fist and landed a punch on Feng Yexuan's nose bridge.
"Ah!"
Chu Qianli, who was sitting on the tent roof, was startled. With the solid impact of the punch, she let out a startled cry.
Ninth Uncle... Ninth Uncle really hit Prince Xuan!
Without any internal energy, he landed that punch, solid and heavy, right on Feng Yexuan's face!
Prince Xuan probably didn't expect Feng Dingchu to attack him. His protective aura hadn't even condensed in time.
He had no defenses against Feng Dingchu; he trusted his Ninth Imperial Uncle so much!
Even Chu Qianli could see this clearly.
With a heavy punch, Feng Yexuan's vision went black. His tall body, caught off guard, was struck onto the chair.
Feng Dingchu wasn't finished. He grabbed Feng Yexuan's collar and yanked him up.
From this angle, Chu Qianli could see clearly that Prince Xuan was bleeding from his nose!
"Ninth Imperial Uncle..."
In response to this call, Feng Dingchu delivered another punch.
Feng Yexuan didn't dodge or evade, taking the punch squarely on his handsome face.
With such force and the loud impact, Chu Qianli felt pain just listening.
She hadn't expected Ninth Uncle to hit so hard!
Feng Yexuan stopped talking and looked at Feng Dingchu.
The third punch landed on his nose bridge as well.
Fortunately, Prince Xuan's face was genuine, with no artificial enhancements.
Otherwise, with Ninth Uncle's method of fighting, his nose and mouth would surely be crooked.
Finally, Feng Dingchu let him go.
Without a word, he leaped up, cradled Chu Qianli in his arms again, and left.
Coming and going without a trace.
From Prince Xuan's camp to Chu Qianli's chamber at the post station, the distance was considerable, but the time taken was very short.
It felt like a blink of an eye.
Even after sitting on the chair, Chu Qianli was still dazed, looking up at the man standing before her, unable to shift her gaze.
Her expression was indescribably complex, yet it also seemed as if she had no expression at all.
She was completely stunned.
Prince Xuan had been beaten, beaten badly, and couldn't fight back.
Because it was his Ninth Imperial Uncle.
"How was it?" Feng Dingchu bent down, looking at the stunned girl, and blinked. "Do you feel better now?"
"Ninth Uncle," Chu Qianli called out hoarsely.
Feng Dingchu's handsome brows couldn't help but furrow slightly. "You're not going to tell me you want to cry, are you? I've never seen you cry, girl..."
"Wuwu..."
Now, he truly saw it.
Chu Qianli hugged his arm, buried her face in his clothes, and began to cry.
This girl didn't usually cry, but at this moment, she was crying desperately.
Her slender body trembled slightly. To avoid attracting the attention of the surrounding guards, her crying was not loud.
Small, gentle sobs and tears.
Suppressed, yet wanting to let go.
A kind of忍耐的难过 (hidden sadness), gradually shifting from despair to a glimmer of hope.
This was the first time Feng Dingchu had seen her cry.
It gave him a feeling of heartache.
When someone so stubborn cries, it truly tugs at the heartstrings.
He raised his hand, and after a long while, it landed on her head, gently stroking it.
"Did I... owe you, you wicked girl, in my past life?"
Suddenly, he hoisted her up, leaped out of the window, and disappeared in an instant.