Prince Yu's Mansion.

As the morning light shone through, the girl on the bed frowned slightly, and seemed to be sleeping very uneasily.

Feng Ling's eyes were bloodshot. He had only taken a short nap on the head of the bed last night. The head of the Imperial Hospital said that his son Wan would wake up, so he didn't dare to sleep too deeply. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, Wan'er did not wake up, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face looked very painful.

He called Mr. Wang over at night and said that the princess must be in a nightmare.

Feng Ling did not dare to be careless. He held Qingyue's hand all the time and did not dare to sleep too deeply. He just closed his eyes for a short rest and observed her situation. He did not ask anyone else for help throughout the whole process. Even Xiangqin was locked outside the door.

In the dim morning light, Qin Wan's fingers, whose hand was held, moved slightly, and Feng Ling immediately came forward.

"Wan'er."

He called out softly, his voice a little hoarse because he hadn't rested well.

The girl lying on the bed saw her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she was about to wake up.

Feng Ling's heart was filled with anticipation as she stared closely at the person on the couch, "Wan'er."

Finally, Qin Wan on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, the corners of Feng Ling's eyes turned red, and she finally woke up.

The girl on the bed blinked slightly, as if a little confused. Her eyes fell on Feng Ling's face and she looked at him for a long time.

"Wan'er, what do you think?"

Feng Ling hurried forward, her eyes filled with tender joy.

The next moment, Qin Wan, who was lying on the bed, narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had been extremely frightened. His whole body trembled and his eyes were filled with fear.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, "Wan'er?"

As soon as this sound was heard, Qin Wan, who was lying on the bed, sat up suddenly. However, because the movement was too big, the wound was pulled. The pain made her whole body tremble, and then she cried out in pain.

"Don't move around, Wan'er. You just got rid of the poison, and the wound is very deep. You are very weak, so you need to rest well."

Feng Ling said hurriedly.

He raised his hand and wanted to help Qin Wan lie down.

But it was this action that frightened her and made her tremble. Her whole body was shaking with fear. Her eyes were filled with fear and anxiety. She stared at Feng Ling timidly, "My lord..."

Her voice was so soft and trembling, as if she was extremely afraid of him.

Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"Wan'er, what's wrong with you?"

He asked, already standing up, not even daring to move forward for fear of startling her.

"Your Majesty, I, I..."

She stammered, lowering her head. Seeing the blood on her chest, her disheveled clothes, and the unfamiliar furnishings in the room, she let out a soft cry of "Ah" and became even more panicked. "Prince, Prince, what happened? How did I get hurt? Prince, I didn't mean to..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sobbing sound started again.

Qin Wan curled up in a ball on the bed, tears streaming down her face, looking terrified to the extreme.

The candle in the room was almost burned out, and the candle wax dripped onto the base of the golden plate. The morning sunlight shone into the room and also reflected on Feng Ling's face, which was slightly white.

A huge sense of uneasiness enveloped Feng Ling.

wrong.

It doesn't feel right.

Why did Wan'er react like this?

"Wan'er, do you remember what happened yesterday?"

He calmed himself down, tried his best to suppress the impatience and anxiety in his heart, and asked aloud.

Qin Wan on the bed was still hugging herself. She was too timid to even raise her eyes. Every time she said "Wan'er", she trembled, as if she was also in great shock and fear.

"Wan'er."

Feng Ling shouted again.

It was with this sound that the curled-up Qin Wan finally raised her head and sobbed, "Prince, Prince, I didn't mean to... I didn't mean to cut my wrists. I just wanted to see you, wuwuwu..."

She raised her head in panic and explained while crying.

Cut wrists?

My concubine?

These words rushed into Feng Ling's ears. He took two steps back and stared at the woman on the bed. A shadow that he had been missing for a long time gradually appeared in front of him. What did Qin Wan look like a year ago?

The cowardly, crying, and trembling Qin Wan rushed into his mind.

Cut wrists!

That was a year ago. Qin Wan cut his wrists and woke up a changed man, Qing Yue...

No, no, no.

This panic thought almost crushed Feng Ling in an instant.

"Wan'er, are you kidding me?"

He suppressed his panic, forced himself to calm down, and asked.

His daughter was a quirky girl who loved to play outrageous jokes, so she must be joking with him.

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman on the bed shook her head violently, looking extremely frightened. Just one movement caused the wound to be pulled again, and her face turned pale with pain.

She shook her head with fear in her eyes and said incoherently, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I just wanted to see you. I didn't want to be locked up in the yard. I cut my wrists because I wanted to see you. I... I..."

She shook her head and spoke in confusion.

I subconsciously raised my hand and saw a shallow scar across my wrist, which didn't look like I had just cut my wrist.

But Feng Ling felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The next moment, his eyes were red and full of anger. He strode forward and stared at the person on the bed. "Now, I will ask you a question. You answer each one."

Qin Wan, who was lying on the bed, was frightened by Feng Ling's sudden change in attitude, and tears began to fall. However, facing Feng Ling's terrifying expression, she even held back her sobs.

"Who are you?"

Feng Ling asked through gritted teeth.

"Qin, Qin Wan."

The woman on the couch answered with a sob.

"Who is your father? Where did you grow up?"

Feng Ling asked again.

"Father, Father Qin Hongzhang, I grew up in a small village called Ninghe Village in Pingxiang Town..."

rub.

Feng Ling lost his balance and took two steps back, bumping into the table behind him, making several noises.

He seemed in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the person on the bed, unable to believe that such a ridiculous thing had actually happened.

The person on the couch was still Qin Wan, but he was no longer the same Qin Wan.

She is back and Yue'er is gone!

Soul swap!

When Feng Ling realized these four words, he felt as if struck by lightning, and his mind went blank for a moment.

how so?

The next moment, huge pain instantly enveloped him, almost making him unable to stand.

"Where is she? Where did she go? Where did you take her?"

Feng Ling rushed forward with red eyes, put one hand on Qin Wan's shoulder, and asked sternly.

He cried out in grief like a desperate lone wolf.

Feng Ling's appearance frightened Qin Wan, who was lying on the bed. She had no idea who Prince Yu was talking about. She just trembled and cried, shaking her head helplessly, "Prince, I was wrong. I know I was wrong..."