Qin Ye held his forehead and rubbed his temples, "Yue'er, you should go back to Prince Chen's Mansion first. I want to walk alone."

Yue'er was worried, "Princess, but..."

"Go ahead. How can I, a living person like you, be lost?"

Qin Ye waved his hand and left without waiting for Yue'er to say anything more.

The imperial capital is bustling with people coming and going.

Many people were discussing what happened in the palace last night.

Someone said: "My aunt who works in the palace said that Madam Wang had almost died, but was brought back to life by Princess Chen. I heard that she was saved by a mysterious person when she was a child and learned superb medical skills..."

Someone said: "What medical skills? I heard that this was actually directed and acted by her. The purpose was to prove herself in front of King Chen and win his favor."

"I also heard that..."

There are many different opinions.

The people's guesses and imaginations led to interesting things they said.

Qin Ye walked among the crowd, listening to those words and watching the busy people walking back and forth around him.

There were women with children, couples walking together, newlyweds, and people with children and grandchildren around them...

Whenever she saw these scenes of human ethics, she would think of An's partiality, and her temples would throb with pain.

But, there is no way to be partial.

An and Qin Jiaojiao were just women. They hadn't done anything against the law, so she couldn't kill them all.

This is often the most annoying thing.

I can be angry, but I can't hit her. I can be annoyed, but I can't kill her. After all, she is my elder and my biological mother. I am full of anger.

So annoying!

"Go and see!"

Suddenly, not far away, a crowd of people surged:

"The fight has started... it's getting intense... hurry up..."

"Hurry up, there will be no seats if you go too late!"

Many young women ran towards a certain direction with shining eyes and great interest. They looked so eager to get ahead that it seemed as if something big had happened.

Qin Ye was immediately attracted and couldn't help but pull someone over and asked:

"Sister, may I ask what happened?"

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman stopped and looked at the veiled Qin Ye, and said in surprise:

"You don't know yet? It's the young marquis and Young Master Yang, they're fighting!"

One was the son of the eldest princess, and the other was the son of the Minister of Rites. Both were young and energetic, and had noble status. They were rebellious in their teens and often fought.

Look, they are fighting again.

Because the two men were of high status, good-looking, and bad-mannered, they attracted a large group of young girls in the imperial capital to watch them.

"I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to go cheer for the young marquis!" The woman lifted her skirt and ran away quickly.

Qin Ye: “???”

Were there cheerleaders during fights in ancient times?

Is Ling Qianyi's appeal so strong...

She frowned and followed the direction of the crowd.

Outside the city, there was a private horse farm filled with young girls, all with blushing faces and shining eyes, looking greedily at the heroic young men on the track.

The horse is tall and holds its head high.

Sitting upright on the horses were handsome and unparalleled figures.

Among them, the young marquis has the highest voice.

"Come on, young master!"

“We must win!”

“Come on, come on!”

Qin Ye was confused and squeezed into the crowd with difficulty. He finally squeezed to the front and his eardrums were almost broken by the screams around him. When he looked up, he saw Ling Qianyi wearing a flashy bright red dress.

One hand held the reins, the other hand raised and waved to the left:

"Hello, beauties over there."

Qin Ye: ? ?

"ah!!"

"The young marquis is looking at me, he is looking at me!"

“I’m going to die!!”

“…”

The women screamed like crazy, squeezing Qin Ye so hard that he swayed from side to side. His hair was pulled several times and he was stepped on dozens of times.