"The princess is in good health, with no illness or pain, but she is depressed and it is difficult to cure her mental illness, which is why she has not woken up yet."

This was the third day that Qin Ye had been in a coma. After taking his pulse, the doctor gave an answer.

A large group of people gathered in front of the bed, all with red eyes, looking at the unconscious woman on the bed.

Her face was pale, her slightly pursed lips were dry and dull, and her chest rose and fell very lightly. Under the severe blow, she seemed to have lost ten pounds in three days, and she was so thin that it was heartbreaking.

"Princess!"

Ai Ai knelt down in front of the bed, holding her cold little hand, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

"Princess, please don't be like this, Princess! If anything happens to you, how can I explain to you? Before you left, you were the one you missed the most. You must be well. That is the best reward for you, Princess!"

She cried so much these days that her voice became hoarse.

Jun Yuyang, a grown man, couldn't help but shed tears, "Xiao Ye, you are like this, I feel distressed and envious..."

He cherishes your deep friendship with your brother and envies Ling Yixing. If Xiaoye misses him so much, he would rather be the one who dies.

"Everyone will die one day, and we need to take things easy. The dead go where they should go, but the living must go on with their lives. You still have a husband, children, and us." Jun Yilin's voice was choked, and he didn't know if she could hear him.

"Are you going to abandon us for Ling Yixing?" Jun Qingyu sighed.

There were also the old housekeeper and the old maid who had served for many years. Some of them pinched their sleeves, wiped their eyes secretly, and felt sad in their hearts.

Zong Zhengchen stood at the end of the bed, looking at Qin Ye's unconscious appearance, pursed his thin lips, feeling uncomfortable.

She was particularly reluctant to part with Ling Yixing. Before leaving for Jiangnan, she was still sticking to him, never expecting that those days would be the last time he spent with her; she never expected that it was his sacrifice that allowed Qin Ye to continue his life.

Ling Yixing is her brother and also his elder brother.

The servant in the kitchen prepared some porridge and brought it to Jun Yuyang, who fed him. However, the porridge overflowed at the edge of his mouth and he couldn't get it down even with a can.

In desperation, I asked the kitchen to prepare some nutritious medicine and tried to feed it to her, but she still refused to eat.

Even if his mouth was pried open, he still spat it out.

When several people saw this, their eyes turned red and they couldn't control their emotions anymore.

"Ono!"

“Don’t do that!”

"We feel bad for you doing this!"

"Princess, please eat a little. Your body is not made of iron. How can you survive without food? The master just left. Don't let yourself get too exhausted. You are now the pillar of our Imperial Master's Mansion!"

"Princess!"

Everyone was sobbing, but the woman on the bed lay quietly, without any reaction, her eyes closed, only her shallow breathing rising and falling slightly.

She seemed to be immersed in her own world, unable to hear anything. She automatically blocked out all the noise and disturbance from the outside world, and was the only one left immersed in it.

Anyway, all the words have been said.

All possible methods have been used.

She still refused to wake up.

Ling Yixing's death was such a sudden and huge blow to her, and the brotherly love between her and Ling Yixing was far beyond their imagination.

Zong Zhengchen wiped the moisture at the corner of his eyes with his fingertips, turned around calmly and walked out.

Outside, the sun is shining.

He raised his head, faced the dazzling sunlight, and sighed heavily.

At this time, an urgent voice came from outside the courtyard:

"Master, the two young masters are here!"