When Shen woke up, he found himself lying in a speeding carriage, wrapped in a thick mattress, with a coin bag at his hand, but it was not his.

He held the purse with the pheasant embroidered on it and thought about it. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to him. After a long while, he finally remembered that he had seen such a pattern on Shen Xiangzhi's waist.

Was it the master who saved him?

Shen put the purse into his lapel, and then looked at himself. He saw that all the exposed skin on his body was covered with bruises of varying sizes.

The water in the river was fast-flowing and there were many strange reefs near the beach. He was lucky not to be killed. It looked like he had just been bumped around, with only minor skin injuries and dull pain, but it wasn't life-threatening.

This minor skin injury is not a big deal... Chen subconsciously reached out to touch his lower abdomen. Since he woke up, he had felt a slight pain there. The pain was not severe, but it made him feel flustered.

There was another person in the carriage, sitting against the wall. Seeing that he had woken up, he asked coldly, "How are you? Is there any pain?"

But Shen shook his head.

Danxin also had bruises on her body and face, but her complexion was slightly better than his. She was silent for a while, and then she spoke again: "That night, I pulled you up several times to breathe, and then you seemed to have fainted. I couldn't hold on any longer, and then I saw a boat approaching, and they pulled us up with a landing net."

After that, she lost consciousness.

Shen had a vague impression of what she said. He was in and out of consciousness that night, and only a few fragmented memories remained in his mind.

"When I was half asleep and half awake, I saw an official in his forties come in, ask the doctor a few questions, put a blanket on you, and then left in a hurry."

After her reminder, Shen Que had a rough outline in his mind. The person who rescued them should be the master, who secretly helped him without the emperor's knowledge... He only hated himself for being so useless that he even implicated the two of them on the way to escape.

Thinking of this, Shen Que's thoughts suddenly drifted away again. The master has arrived, so will His Highness... be nearby too?

He was shocked and frightened, his heart was in turmoil, his thoughts were in a mess, he huddled there hugging the mattress, only then did he realize that he was feeling hot and groggy.

Seeing him touch his forehead with the back of his hand, Danxin's eyes moved, and he said in a calm voice: "The doctor left some medicine before he left, you..."

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly fell on Chen Que's lower abdomen again.

Shen Que was not as good a swimmer as her. When he was rescued, he was already breathing shortly and out long. It took their men a long time to save his life.

However, the man was rescued, but he inexplicably saw blood under his body. There were only a few people in the cabin at the time, and no one knew what happened to him.

The official who arrived later also frowned, and asked someone to quietly carry him into the carriage, and then quickly found a doctor to treat him.

Danxin said in a low voice: "The doctor said that your pregnancy was not stable to begin with. After this incident, I'm afraid the child is only half alive and may not be able to be saved."

Shen was stunned for a moment, a bit of confusion appeared on his face, he held his stomach tightly, his face was pale, it was clear that he only felt a little pain, it was clear that he had survived all the way.

How, how could this happen?

And the doctor has seen it, Master, Master, does he also know about it? What would he think of me?

Danxin saw his face gradually turning pale, and didn't know whether she should continue speaking. She fell silent, but after a moment she received the helpless look from the mute again.

She sighed, "You were not conscious at the time, and the doctor seemed to have never treated you like this before... In short, the doctor didn't dare to give you medicine easily, so he asked you to make your own decision after you woke up."

Shen Que's face suddenly lost all color, but the corners of his eyes were red. In order to save this child, he abandoned everything and fled Kyoto at all costs. Now fate told him that he might not be able to save this child.

But even if he lost this child, he could never go back.

He has lost everything, and now even this hope is going to be lost?

It's just after the beginning of summer, and the temperature in Kyoto is fluctuating between hot and cold, with no sign of summer at all.

Since Chen Que disappeared, Prince Yan almost never returned to the bedroom. Instead, he stayed in Lansheng Courtyard every day, occupying Chen Que's bedroom and bed.

Because the heavy bed was not soft enough, Xie Shiguan ordered people to bring his mattress over. Unfortunately, the mute's bed was not even half the size of his, and the whole set of silk quilt spread on the small bed seemed a bit aggrieved.

Every day after the court session, Prince Yan would only squeeze into Shen Que's room to review the memorials submitted to him. The guards and servants in the inner court all felt it was strange, but no one dared to question His Royal Highness Prince Yan.

At nightfall today, the prince suddenly wanted to have a midnight snack, and specifically asked for the one that Chen Que often went to buy for him.

Eleven, who was on duty tonight, didn't know what was going on, so he had to run to ask for help from Shen Luo. Shen Luo thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems to be the shop outside Heping Gate, and now it is in Pingkangfang."

Eleven hurriedly picked up a food box and hurried over.

The land in Pingkangfang is very valuable. For a wonton shop to be opened in this place, the craftsmanship must be extraordinary.

Eleven lifted the curtain and entered the store, but there was no waiter to greet him. There was no menu on the table. There was only an old man standing behind the counter. He had gray hair and beard and spoke in a slow tone: "What kind of wontons do you want?"

King Yan only said he wanted wontons, but didn't specify what flavor he wanted. Eleven didn't dare to fool him, so he had to say, "Whatever you have, just give me one portion."

"There are 19 kinds of wontons in the store. I'm old and my hands and feet are clumsy. I can still make one serving, but if you want so many at a time, I can't do it."

Hearing his slow tone, Eleven became very angry. After thinking for a moment, he said to him, "Do you still remember the little mute who often came to our store? He was tall and thin, but very shy."

The old man did have an impression, and he slowly stroked his white beard and said, "Did he ask you to buy it? Come to think of it, that young man hasn't been here for a long time."

Seeing that he still remembered, Eleven felt relieved: "I am his colleague. He is not here now. The master wants to eat this bowl of wontons you made, but he didn't tell me the details. I want to ask you, what flavor does he usually buy?"

"That young man always wants chicken wontons," he said, and then he held out his hand again and asked him, "Did you bring the bowl with you?"

"What bowls and cups?" Eleven was stunned.

The old man said, "How can you take this bowl of wontons back if you didn't bring a pot? Usually, the young man brings a double-layered pot to hold the wontons, so that the heat can be retained."

"The master is waiting anxiously. Do you have the soup bowl?" Eleven asked anxiously. "I'll add some more silver later."

But the old man waved his hand and said, "That double-layer jar is specially made. How can I have it here?"

"Then just use the soup bowl and I'll send it back quickly. It will be the same."

"Haven't you come back yet?" Xie Shiguan leaned against the window. There was no wind or moon tonight, and not even a drop of rain could be seen. There was clearly nothing to see, but he still sat there for a long time.

Eleven went to buy supper, and the person serving him was replaced by Chen Luo.

Because of the secret matter, he was severely punished when he came back. If Shen Xiangzhi had not secretly mediated for him, he would have died long ago. The wound on his calf had just healed and it was still itchy at night, which was very uncomfortable.

"The wonton shop is still some distance away from the palace," Chen Luo answered quietly, "I think it will take a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Eleven hurriedly coming into the yard carrying a food box.

After a moment, he lifted his robe, knelt on the ground, and then presented the food box with both hands.

Chen Luo leaned over to take it, opened it, and saw that some of the wonton soup in the box had spilled into the food box.

Chen Luo calmly took out the soup bowl, carefully placed it on the table, and placed the spoon properly: "Your Highness, please enjoy."

The wontons were indeed like this. The prince took a bite and tasted it, but the next moment, he spat the wonton back into the bowl.

Eleven's heartbeat paused, and he heard the person at the top say coldly, "It's cold."

"Then I will go buy another bowl?"

Xie Shiguan didn't comment, but he didn't seem to be about to get angry, so Eleven took the bowl of wontons, leaned over and walked out.

This time he learned his lesson, and before leaving, he rushed to the kitchen to look around, but unfortunately he still couldn't find the double-layer jar that the old man mentioned, so he had to pick up a porcelain jar and run again.

However, this time the prince didn't even bother to explain. He flicked his fan and knocked over the porcelain bowl, causing the warm chicken soup to splash all over Eleven.

His Highness is still not satisfied.

Eleven had no idea where he had gone wrong this time. With a worried look on his face, he held the broken porcelain pieces and looked for a place to dispose of them in the yard.

Fortunately, Yuan Zhi in the back room came over after hearing the news, holding the heavy double-layer urn that he often used in his hands: "Master Eleven, this should be it. Master, you put it high up in the cabinet in the back room. I just carried a chair to look for it, and then I saw it."

Eleven was overjoyed, took the jar, and stuffed a penny into Yuanzhi's hand: "Good boy! Take this money for pocket money."

This time when he came back with the wontons, King Yan didn't knock them over, but he just took a bite and stopped eating.

Seeing that all the adults in the room were trembling with fear, Yuanzhi pursed his lips quietly. They all thought that King Yan was annoyed and angry, but he was the only one who felt some inexplicable sadness from Xie Shiguan.

He was the only one in the mansion who had seen Lin Xie take off his mask. He was also the only one who dared to guess that King Yan was not acting like this just because he wanted to have a bite of supper, but was just thinking about someone.

So he took small steps forward, and cleverly took out two sugar cakes from his lapel, and placed them gently on the table.

Chen loved to eat the sugar cakes sold at the corner of the alley. Xie Shiguan knew it, but he never took it seriously. The few times the mute brought him some, he always complained that the sugar grains on the top had been melted by his body temperature and never wanted to taste them.

"I just saw there were still two on the stand," Yuan Zhi lowered his head, "and thinking of how much the Master loves to eat them, I, I..."

"Get out," without warning, Xie Shiguan suddenly slammed his fan on the table, and the jade fan in his hand immediately broke into pieces on the table, "Everyone, get out!"

Ever since Shen Que left, the prince's temper had become more and more unpredictable, and no one dared to stay at this moment, so everyone obeyed his orders and rolled back to the yard in disgrace.