When the words came to his lips, Qin Ye choked.

Worry?

Why was she worried about Jun Yuyang for no reason? But... she couldn't help but think about it.

I wonder how Jun Yuyang will face the reality and accept the consequences if he does this.

I would think about Jun Yuyang’s next step and what to do.

I would think...

This shouldn't be worry. She was just paying attention to this matter like the other people who were joining in the fun.

"Brother, I don't care about him, why should I worry about him?"

"But don't you like King Chen?"

"this……"

If you like Prince Chen, you should miss Jun Yuyang?

Qin Ye scratched his head. "I do have a good impression of Prince Chen, but it's not to the point where I have to be with him. On the contrary, I admire him for going to such a fuss with the Nanyuan Kingdom for the sake of the princess. And Jun Yuyang..."

"After all, the person I envy the most is the deceased Princess Chen."

"Prince Chen was loyal to her, and her elder brother loved her too. Unfortunately, she passed away early..."

If she were still alive, she would have a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, and she would live with her husband for the rest of her life. She would also have an older brother who was willing to give everything for her. She would have been the most favored and happiest woman in the world.

pity.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have had a short life.

Thinking about these things, Qin Ye felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if something was pressing on his chest, tight, heavy, and a little uncomfortable.

He rubbed his chest.

Can't relieve.

"Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'm going to go out for some shopping and get some fresh air."

"Be careful on the road."

"Yes, I know."

Qin Ye left.

Ling Yixing looked at her departing back, his eyes as bright as stars shining with light, deep and bright, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

.

On the street.

Those people were like lit powder kegs, exploding with a whoosh. Some were cursing, some were angry, some were anxious, and some were shouting. But their topic all revolved around one name - Jun Yuyang.

Qin Ye walked slowly around twice, found a step and sat down.

With his legs bent and his cheek supported, he looked at the passers-by and listened to their discussions.

"Eating from within and betraying one's own people..."

“That’s disgusting…”

"In thousands of years of history, I have never met such a person!"

"Who says it's not?"

"This time, Jun Yuyang will be 'named in history'. Future generations, even thousands of years later, will have people poking at his spine and scolding him!"

"This traitor!"

They were smeared with saliva and had angry expressions on their faces.

Listening to those words, Qin Ye couldn't help but think of the scenes of his time with Jun Yuyang.

Three years ago, Jun Yuyang found evidence that she betrayed Nan Yuan and said to her: Don't worry, I won't betray you.

At that time, she thought Jun Yuyang was lying.

Now it seems to be true.

Although he was in Nanyuan, his heart was with King Chen.

For the sake of his deceased sister, he sacrificed his entire life and his reputation after death.

Is it worth it?

Qin Ye wanted to ask himself, and also wanted to ask him, is it worth it?

Thinking too much, a look of confusion appeared in my eyes.

Is family love so important?

Is it worth it?

She held her chin up, thinking about this matter absentmindedly. Her thoughts had long since drifted away. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there before she was awakened by a loud noise:

"You disobedient wild child, why don't you come back with your father! Be careful or your father will spank you!"

"Follow me now!"

"You little bastard, are you going to leave or not? If you don't leave, I'll beat you to death!"

Qin Ye's thoughts gradually receded, his eyes regained focus, and he turned his head to look.

A few meters away, a man in plain clothes, about thirty years old, forcibly grabbed the hands of two children and dragged them hard.

The two children were stubborn and refused to leave.

Many people gathered around and discussed something in a low voice:

"These two kids won't leave, could they be human traffickers?"

"A normal father would never call his own children little bastards?"

"Do you want to report it to the police?"

The man in plain clothes turned cold and turned to the onlookers, cursing fiercely: "What are you looking at! What's so good about it! My child is rebellious and disobedient. I'm teaching him a lesson, why are you meddling in my business!"

"Get out of here now!"