In the cell, Xing Maozhi looked at Daiqin who was eating voraciously and said sternly.

Dai Qin boasted, "I'm not exhausted from hunger... If I were... I wouldn't even be able to draw the bow! Besides, they injured me... If you don't believe me, come find a doctor and you'll know for sure."

"I've found it."

Xing Maozhi clapped his hands, and the jailer brought someone in.

While Daiqin was stunned, Xing Maozhi winked at him. The jailer understood and took the food away. Daiqin threw down his chopsticks and said, "I'm not full yet."

Xing Maozhi and the jailer turned a deaf ear to him. The jailer ran away after collecting the food. Daiqin was annoyed and laughed: "Master Xing, right? That senior and I had already discussed it. He said there was food here, so I came here!"

"Come on," Xing Maozhi saw through his bluff at a glance.

"Do you think this is just a place for you to stay overnight? This meal was given to you by Lord Chao because he promised you that. So just enjoy it." Xing Mao nodded at the doctor with his chin, "Go and take a look at his injuries."

The doctor approached as instructed, but was frightened back by Daiqin's wolf-like eyes, and looked at Xing Maozhi as if asking for help.

Xing Maozhi tapped the tabletop with his fingertips and warned impatiently, "Pay attention to where you are here. This is Tianqi, not your Wala. Besides, you Wala have already been captured by us. What you have to do now is to be servile and do whatever we tell you to do. Understand?"

Daiqin grimaced, but he also heard it, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to pretend that he didn't see it.

The doctor hurried forward.

After a moment, Daiqin opened his eyes impatiently: "Not ready yet?"

The doctor withdrew his hand: "Master Xing."

Seeing that he had something to say, Xing Maozhi followed him out.

Inside the house, Daiqin's eyes followed them closely.

He knew that the best doctor in Tianqi was called the imperial physician, and that a doctor brought in from a street clinic would never be able to discover the secrets of his body.

So when Xing Maozhi came back, Daiqin still looked calm and even took the initiative to ask, "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Thinking of what the doctor said, Xing Maozhi's eyes were deep, and he agreed: "Yes, the doctor also said that you need to rest for a few days, but I saw that you looked so energetic just now, so resting is enough..."

Before he could finish the three words "No need", Daiqin on the opposite side spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly.

Xing Maozhi was so shocked by this sudden change that his eyes widened several times: "!!!"

He took two steps at a time and went over: "What's wrong with you?"

Didn't the doctor just say he was as strong as an ox? Did he lie to him?

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the secret smile on Daiqin's lips. Alarm bells suddenly rang in Xing Maozhi's heart. He wanted to distance himself from him, but he was one step too late.

The cold touch penetrated into his abdomen. Daiqin wanted to cut his throat with the knife, but Xing Maozhi dodged it. He was about to make another stab when he heard footsteps outside.

Daiqin made a quick decision in his mind and ran out of the cell without caring about the fallen Xing Maozhi.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly remembered to give the doctor some more instructions, so he turned back and saw this scene.

Seeing Xing Maozhi lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, the doctor almost used up all his strength to shout: "Help! Lord Xing has been murdered! The prisoner has escaped! Help!"

While shouting, the doctor also crawled to Xing Maozhi's side to examine his injuries.

…

In the imperial study, a letter was spread out on the table, and the emperor's eyes were dim.

It was clearly written on it that after Jiang Wenjing and Xiao Lingyu jointly captured Daiqin, they placed him in a prison van and ordered people to keep him under strict guard.

However, due to a moment of carelessness, he still escaped.

"You can't even keep an eye on one person," the emperor scolded in a low voice after a while.

Fu Ping consoled him, "Your Majesty, we have just won a great battle, so it is inevitable that there will be mistakes. Besides, Daiqin is still in your hands."

The emperor's frown relaxed slightly, and he pinched the bridge of his nose and asked, "Is Mingye still guarding the Imperial Hospital?"

"Yes," Fu Ping said with a flattering smile, "They are inseparable. After all, it's a friendship that we've grown up with. The Third Prince is very affectionate, just like His Majesty."

The emperor snorted and laughed: "She may have feelings for him as her study companion, but not necessarily for me."

"Your Majesty, what are you saying? The Third Prince is your son after all. Even if his bones are broken, his tendons are still connected!"

As he spoke, the gloom on the emperor's brow gradually dissipated. He stood up and said, "Let's go to the Imperial Hospital."

"yes."

Just as he was about to leave, Qian Hu hurried in and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, Dai Qin stabbed Lord Xing in prison and his whereabouts are unknown!"

The emperor had just scolded those two people for not being able to even keep a person under control, and now they had escaped from his hands. His face was full of excitement, and Fu Ping was shaking like a sieve, not daring to say a word.

"He can't escape the city. Seal the gates and find him for me!"

"yes."

…

He relived the first half of his life in his dream, but the sudden change in his life in the middle woke Du Chen up suddenly. If he had not been exhausted, he would have sat up in shock and gasped for breath.

Even so, the heavy breathing attracted Xiao Mingye's attention.

The two looked at each other, and his eyes, which were dozing on the edge of the bed, suddenly widened.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell? I'll go find the doctor!"

There was no time to stop him, Xiao Mingye ran out in a hurry, but in just a few breaths, he caught someone coming in.

"Show him now."

The imperial physician examined him carefully and nodded with satisfaction, "You're all right now, you're awake. Take the medicine I prepared for you and stay in the Imperial Hospital tonight. Once you've calmed down, you can return home and rest."

"Thank you for your help," Du Chen said softly.

After sending the imperial physician away, Xiao Mingye took the boiled medicine back on the way. He sat on the bedside, pushed away Du Chen's hand that was about to take the medicine, and said confidently: "You have no strength now. If you fall, you will have to boil it again. I will feed you."

Come to think of it, I didn't insist anymore and just let it go.

He opened his mouth slightly and waited, and when he saw what Xiao Mingye was holding in his right hand, his slightly open mouth suddenly widened.

No, feed with a spoon?

Xiao Mingye didn't realize his emotions at all, and was still eager to try. He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it properly, and handed it to his mouth: "Drink it quickly!"

All of them were angry: "..."

He opened his mouth with despair, liquid flowed down, and the bitterness rushed straight to the top of his head.

His face was distorted.

Xiao Mingye thought he was in pain, and his eyes suddenly turned red. He fed him mechanically, spoonful by spoonful.

Du Chen wanted to snatch the medicine from him, but when he saw his slightly red eyes...

well……

Isn’t it drinking?

The two of them fed the medicine in silence. When it was almost finished, Xiao Mingye finally spoke: "I...it's my fault."

Before he could finish his words, a man rushed in, not even taking a breath, and said in one breath: "Oh no, master, that Daiqin stabbed Master Xing in prison and escaped!"