The tone of the painting suddenly changed, and all the discussions turned to Yang Wencheng.

Disdainful, insulting, mocking...

"shameless!"

"Before, I didn't believe it, but Princess Chen knows medicine, it's impossible for her to lie. Yang Wuzhi is too shameless."

"From now on, we will only recognize the young marquis and never recognize Yang Wencheng again!"

"right!"

The young girls cursed Yang Wencheng fiercely and supported the young marquis.

Yang Wencheng stared in surprise.

What's going on?

Qin Ye is so ugly, shouldn't everyone change the subject and attack Qin Ye?

Why are they all scolding him?

Qin Ye curled his lips and sneered sarcastically. The girls were concerned about their beauty, so how could they have time to see her? Yang Wencheng's bad idea was wrong, and he shot himself in the foot.

You deserve it.

"Young Master Yang, you should kneel down and apologize to the young marquis." She reminded him with a smile.

Everyone said, “Yes!”

“Kneel down!”

"You said that yourself!"

Yang Wencheng's face suddenly turned dark, as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. With so many eyes staring at him, he ran away:

"Ling Qianyi, you colluded with Princess Chen. I will settle this account with you next time!"

Change the subject.

Escape in panic.

"Want to run?" Ling Qianyi narrowed his eyes, grabbed the horsewhip, weighed it twice in his palm, and suddenly raised his hand and threw it.

Bang!

The handled wooden stick hit Yang Wencheng's knee. He screamed and knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

Ling Qianyi walked forward slowly, stretched out his hand to support Yang Wencheng, and said generously:

"Oh, I was just joking. You don't have to kneel down. Master Yang is so polite. Get up quickly. I forgive you."

Yang Wencheng: “…………”

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At the golden wedding banquet in the palace, the story of Princess Chen's resurrection from the dead spread like wildfire in the imperial capital. Some believed it, some didn't, and some just treated it as a joke and talked about it after dinner.

Naturally, this news also reached the Prince's Mansion.

"Excellent medical skills? Can you bring people back to health?"

Zong Zhengyu lay lazily on the couch, with four maids kneeling beside him, massaging his legs and feet carefully, and one of them peeled grapes and brought them to his mouth.

He opened his mouth, put the grape in it, and at the same time wrapped the maid's finger, curling it around teasingly with the tip of his tongue.

The maid immediately pulled her hand back and lowered her head shyly:

"Your Highness, you...you are so bad...I will not serve you anymore..." Her voice was so thin as a mosquito's hum and her cheeks were so red that they were almost dripping with blood.

"Hahaha!"

The man laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to embrace the man, looked up at the secret guard standing on the side, and sneered:

"If Qin Ye knew medical skills, I would be a god in heaven."

It must be that Zong Zhengchen who is playing some tricks.

Traitors on the battlefield, assassinations at the celebration banquet, arson at Guangning Mountain...all these attempts failed to take Zong Zhengchen's life.

As long as Zong Zhengchen is still alive, he will not be able to sit securely on the position of crown prince.

Pulling his lips, he said coldly: "Go, since Qin Ye knows medical skills, go and 'get' her."

"yes!"

The secret guard received the order and retreated immediately.

Zong Zhengyu lifted the maid's face in his arms and looked at her blushing face with a deep smile, "Tell me, who am I?"

The maid lowered her eyes in shame and said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, you are the God in heaven who is omnipotent and knows everything."

"Hahaha!"

The man was in a good mood. He hugged the maid and turned over, pushing her down. The two of them played poker in broad daylight...