During this period of time, Qin Ye has been following Ling Yixing around, and the person who is most jealous is Zong Zhengchen.

We were in the same house and so close to each other, but I couldn't hug her or touch her. I had to watch her fall in love with another man.

Even though this man is his brother-in-law, he is jealous.

So jealous.

The three of them squatted on the steps, holding a piece of dogtail grass in their mouths, supporting their cheeks, and looking at Qin Ye who was busy coming and going.

The three of them look the same, move in the same way, and have the same sad eyes, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Wei Xi was melancholy: "Mom hasn't hugged me for ten days."

Ziye held his chin up and asked in confusion, "Mother and uncle have a really good relationship, but mother is just getting married, not saying goodbye forever, is it necessary to be so reluctant to part?"

Zong Zhengchen waited anxiously: When will Ye'er be so clingy to him?

"Oh, I miss my mother's smile, her embrace, her white socks, and the smell of her body."

"Sis, that kind of rhymes."

“…”

Life is not easy, I sigh.

At this time, the housekeeper came over quickly and said in a low voice: "Two little guys, there are guests in the mansion. I think you should take shelter for a while."

Wei Xi and Zi Ye were very sensible. They nodded obediently, ran back to their room, closed the door, and stayed there quietly.

"Who's here?" asked Zong Zhengchen, who was disguised as Fu Jun.

"The future Prince Consort, Master Shen."

Zong Zhengchen frowned, looked sideways, and saw Shen Shichen walking in.

Emperor Nanyuan has already ordered that a wedding be held for Shen Shichen and Jun Luoyuan after the marriage banquet. The marriage banquet will be held in four days. What is he doing here at this critical moment?

Take a step and walk.

Shen Shichen walked around him and was about to go inside.

"Stop." Zong Zhengchen said coldly, "This is the inner courtyard, the residence of the women. It's probably inappropriate for you to barge in as Prince Consort Shen."

He emphasized the three words "Prince Consort Shen" with a sneer, undoubtedly reminding Shen Shichen of the humiliation of having his feelings toyed with by Jun Luoyuan.

Shen Shichen clenched his fist, turned his head and looked coldly at Zong Zhengchen. He recognized at a glance that this man was the one who beat him last time.

"You lowly slave, what does it have to do with you if I go to look for Princess Lingye?"

Slave?

Oh!

Whose status is lowly?

Zong Zhengchen smiled, "I heard that only truly lowly people would keep these two words on their lips, to belittle others, to praise themselves, and to cover up the fact that they are lowly."

"you!"

Shen Shichen choked and pointed at him, "You..."

When his true feelings are touched, he feels humiliated and embarrassed, and he gets so angry that he goes forward to attack.

"Didn't I make you understand what I meant last time? Are you sure you want to fight me?" Zong Zhengchen stood leisurely with his hands behind his back, raised his eyes and gave Shen Shichen a dull look that froze him in place.

This person obviously has an ordinary face, but that look...

The invisible sharpness, mixed with the oppressive air, and the pressure it exuded were like an invisible sword placed on his neck, making him terrified.

How could a servant have such a coercive look?

After a few seconds, Shen Shichen realized that he had been a coward and felt extremely humiliated.

It was fine for Princess Yuan and the Third Prince to mock him, but when was it the turn of a lowly slave to contradict him?

"How outrageous!"

He walked forward angrily and waved his hand away.

Zong Zhengchen held his hand as easily as pinching a chick, and when he was about to throw him out, he paused.

Soon, everything returned to normal.

"The princess is very busy and doesn't see outsiders. Go away!"

Pushing him aside, he entered the inner courtyard.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his palm.

poison?

Oh!

He attempted to poison his woman right under his nose.

Shen Shichen, I'll spare your life for a few days!