She spoke in a very casual tone, as if she was talking about an ordinary matter, but in fact she was thinking about Qin Ye apologizing and explaining to her.

He is the King.

His words are the imperial decree.

With his status, he didn't need to explain anything to anyone, but he bowed his head to Qin Ye...

Qin Ye's breathing became slightly tight.

She did it on purpose, plotting against Qin Jiaojiao. It was her plan from beginning to end, but his apology was unexpected.

He seems...

Are you serious about her?

"Are you still angry?" Zong Zhengli, who couldn't wait for an answer, raised his head and looked at her.

“No, no.”

Qin Ye quickly looked away. She was not good at playing with feelings.

"I don't take this matter to heart. What's past is past. There's no need to mention it again." Perhaps feeling guilty, she picked up the child, walked to the window and shook him to divert his attention.

He walked towards her.

I wanted to ask a few questions, but I was a little scared.

He hesitated to speak for a while:

"You... why don't you leave today?"

Why stay?

Is it for him?

He didn't dare to ask this question, for fear of disappointment, but also looking forward to her answer.

Qin Ye lowered his eyes, "Do you need a reason?"

"I just hope that Ziye is well. After I had a child, my heart was completely devoted to him. Whoever treats my child well, my heart will be there."

Zong Zhengli's pupils shrank slightly.

What she meant was...

Her heart is with him?!

The sudden realization made him so ecstatic that he didn't know how to react. He had been guarding her for five whole months, devoting his heart and soul to her, and finally it borne fruit. Was he rewarded?

"Ono, Ono..."

He was so delighted that he was incoherent.

"Listen to me, Ziye has been by my side since he was born. I have a deep affection for this child. I have always treated him as my own child and loved him like our own flesh and blood."

He held her shoulders, and for a moment, he didn't know what words to use to express his feelings.

"I really like Ziye, and I like you too..."

He is so happy.

He took her and the child into his arms, and held them tightly:

"I can give you everything that Zong Zhengchen can give you. I can also give you what he can't give you. As long as I am here, you and your mother will not be wronged!"

He finally waited for her.

He wanted her to accept him wholeheartedly.

In the future, they will have children of their own, and they will be together and live a happy life.

Qin Ye leaned on his chest, lowering her eyes. From an angle he couldn't see, the look in her eyes was extremely complicated...

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Jiangnan.

official residence.

After a busy day, Zong Zhengchen returned to the house.

"Your Highness, are you done?" After a simple greeting, Yun Ying helped the man wash up, then carried Lu Qin to the side room to sleep, leaving Wei Xi behind.

Since leaving the imperial capital, Zong Zhengchen has been taking care of the child himself and sleeping with her every night.

Wei Xi was lying on the inside of the big bed. The child, who was almost half a year old, was in good spirits. He began to crawl, crawling around on the bed, having a lot of fun playing by himself.

Zong Zhengchen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young and tender face that looked extremely similar to Qin Ye, with deep longing in his eyes.

The Ulan River separated him from Zong Zhengli.

The secret guards would deliver news about Qin Ye on time every day. He wanted to jump over the Wulan River countless times to find her, to see her, but he couldn't.

Qin Ye is here, Zi Ye is here, and his father is here too. Without complete certainty, he would not dare to risk their lives.

"Xi'er, come here."

He stretched out his hand.

Wei Xi blinked her eyes and crawled into his arms, her two little hands holding his big hands. Her tender little face accidentally touched his chin and was pricked by his green beard.

"Wow!"

I started crying because of the pain.

"Bad...bad, bad..." Feeling very aggrieved.

The little face was red.

Since leaving Qin Ye, Zong Zhengchen has never shaved his beard again. It has grown longer and he instantly looks several years older, more mature than before, and has a unique charm.

He smiled and rubbed her little face, "Why are you crying? I have to keep this beard and wait for your mother to come back and shave it for me."

"Wow——" Little Weixi's tender face was hurt by the prick, and she cried loudly in pain.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer and you'll be able to see mother and brother."