Qin Ye spoke to her calmly, without questioning, doubting, or investigating her, which showed his trust in her over the years.

Her reasoning is very simple.

You can take advantage of my trust and betray me once, but it won't happen a second time.

There is only one chance.

She is giving Yue'er a chance.

Yue'er clenched her hands slowly, and the corners of her mouth were pursed into a straight line...

She knew what the princess meant.

She knows.

But she has come to this point, there is no turning back, she can only move forward. She doesn't want to become like this, but as time goes by, how come her life has become so unsatisfactory?

She slowly lowered her eyes and continued:

"Princess, what this servant said is true. If you don't believe me, go check it out."

"I won't check you." Qin Ye shook his head. "You have followed me for nearly ten years. I trust you, but you have to know that I may make mistakes because of wrong trust. But you only have one chance."

She patted Yue'er's shoulder, said nothing more, and walked away.

Yue'er froze in place, her face looking a little pale.

She could feel that the relationship between her and the princess was no longer the same as before...

"Miss Yue'er, your hand is still bleeding. I'll go get a doctor to bandage it for you," said Han Feng.

Yue'er was frozen and did not respond.

"Ms. Yue'er?"

"Yue'er?"

After calling several times, Yue'er raised her head stiffly and forced a smile, "Thank you, Master Hanfeng..."

She walked back to the house.

The whole day was spent in a daze.

Although the wound had been bandaged, it seemed to be infected and her body temperature had risen. She lay in bed, without strength or energy. She felt sick and in great pain.

At night.

The room was dark.

Yue'er lay on the bed, without even the strength to get up and light a candle. Her forehead was burning, her face was red, her back was so hot that sweat broke out, and her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak.

When I was drowsy, some voices echoed in my ears:

"You did it! You killed Zhang Fei and framed the operation. Why don't you dare to admit it!"

'Kill a life!'

'You murderer!'

In her mind, Jing Yi swung the sword and stabbed at her, piercing her chest hard and making her covered in blood.

Yue'er woke up with a start.

It was pitch black inside the house.

She was so frightened that she gasped for breath. After a long while, she fell into a drowsy sleep again.

This time, a bloody face appeared in her mind.

It’s Zhang Fei!

Zhang Fei's body crawled up from the ground, his flesh was blown to pieces, his bones were sticking out, bright red blood was dripping all over the ground, he stretched out his bloody hand towards Yue'er:

'Yue'er, I have never hurt you, why do you want to kill me?'

"You are so cruel, give me back my life..."

"I will die!"

"ah!"

Yue Er suddenly woke up again, sweating profusely, her chest so tight that she could hardly breathe. She grabbed the quilt tightly to cover herself and hid in the bed:

"It wasn't me, it wasn't me... Don't come looking for me, it has nothing to do with me, it wasn't me..."

She murmured tremblingly:

"It's not me..."

At the beginning, she had no intention of harming Zhang Fei. It was Zhang Fei himself who was blown up because he passed by the gunpowder warehouse.

She wanted to harm Yunying.

Zhang Fei got there by mistake, what does it have to do with her?

"Zhang Fei, you went to find Yunying. It was all Yunying's fault. If she hadn't wanted to take Miss Gu's position as the young marquis' wife, Miss Gu wouldn't have targeted her, and you wouldn't have died. All of this was caused by Yunying."

"Yun Ying deserves to die. You were killed by Yun Ying."

"Yun Ying, you are such a troublemaker..."