The three-day deadline has expired.

Prince Chen agreed to return Princess Luqin, and Zong Zhengli came to pick her up in person. The two armies met on the bridge over the Wulan River.

On this side of the river is King Chen, with his army gathered, fully armed and ready to respond to any emergency.

On the other side of the river were Li Huang’s men, also a dark mass, like a wave, equally matched in strength.

Qin Ye held the young Zong Zheng Lu Qin in his arms and walked onto the bridge under the escort of the secret guards.

Zong Zhengli rode forward, and the two of them stared at each other from a distance of about six or seven meters.

The night seven days ago, he stood by the river and watched her leave.

Seven days later, we met again.

She is still herself.

"Mom." Little Luqin opened a pair of innocent and clear eyes, looked at the unfamiliar environment around her puzzledly, hugged her mother's neck uneasily, and snuggled into her arms.

Qin Ye lowered his eyes:

"I'm not your mother..."

It was a very soft sound, which only she could hear.

"mother?"

Little Luqin raised her head, looked at her mother innocently, and said in a soft voice: "Go home... Go home."

The soft little hands held her clothes.

In an instant, Qin Ye's breathing became tight. She wanted to be cruel, but she couldn't. She had clearly prepared herself mentally, but at this critical moment, she still couldn't remain calm.

Clench your hands.

His nails dug into his palms.

He suppressed his surging emotions and handed Lu Qin to Han Feng, "Go back to your biological parents. You and I... have no blood relationship at all."

After saying this, he turned his head away, not looking at her innocent face full of confusion and anxiety.

Han Feng held Zong Zheng Lu Qin in his arms, walked forward with a cold face, handed the child back to a strange man's arms, and then returned to his original position.

Zong Zhengli glanced sideways, pinched the child's rosy cheek, and laughed:

"You take really good care of Luqin."

Chubby, soft, with a plump complexion, cute appearance, and a delicate and delicate figure.

"That's right. After all, she has been by your side since she was born. You must have already regarded her as your own flesh and blood, right?" He smiled, his tone ambiguous.

Qin Ye knew that he said that on purpose to confuse her.

She had a cold look on her face and said in a cold tone:

"I will raise her simply because I am a mother who loves her children and cares for them. I cannot be like you and ignore your own flesh and blood."

"Luqin has been returned to you. Withdraw your troops and stop."

No war.

Once the war breaks out, the people will suffer.

The light in Zong Zhengli's eyes gradually turned cold, "Stop?"

He bit the two words softly:

"Oh."

What right does she have to ask him to stop?

It was obviously she who wronged him first.

"When I die, this will probably be over."

Qin Ye frowned, "What do you mean?"

"My meaning is very simple, Qin Ye, you forced me to do this!" He said coldly, "I know that being soft-hearted is a deadly knife, but I still opened my heart to you. I personally handed this knife to you because of love and trust."

"But you?"

"You held this knife in your own hands and killed me! I was able to come to this point today, and whatever I will become in the future, it was all because of you!"

His speech became faster and colder, and his emotions became more volatile.

There was a sinister light in his eyes, which was frightening.

He took a deep breath:

"You play."

Close your eyes, sigh, and say:

"I am willing to die in your hands!"

Otherwise, Zong Zhengchen must die!

He climbed onto his horse and gave Qin Ye a deep look. In that look, there was paranoia, desire, possessive madness, and a sharp determination to win.

"Walk!"

He turned his horse around and led his men away.

There is ample time.

Qin Ye, you will be mine sooner or later!