The man covered her with the quilt, extinguished the candle, and went out.

Qin Ye was lying in bed, curled up on his side, biting his lower lip lightly, thinking about what had just happened. That feeling was like the surface of the water ruffled by the wind, and the waves could not calm down for a long time.

He advanced and retreated appropriately, as if he had found the right balance. He did not annoy her, but stirred up waves in her heart.

This feeling is really...

It feels like a feather is scratching my heart, it's itchy and uncomfortable, I want to scratch it but I can't.

Damn it!

She turned over, pulled the quilt, and couldn't help but think about it again.

I was confused and turned over again.

Turn over and over.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but suddenly I came to a paradise. Between the valleys, big peach trees were full of flowers. In the pink ocean, a man in a black robe sat lazily against the tree trunk, with one leg lazily bent and a white jade wine jug hooked on his fingertips.

The wind blows gently, and countless petals fall with the wind, which is beautiful beyond words.

He raised his big, bony hand and stretched it towards her, smiling lovingly:

'Ye'er, come here.'

She walked slowly towards him.

Step by step.

One step, one step...

When she stretched out her hand and was about to put it into his palm, suddenly, the man's body shook violently, and a long sword pierced through his chest from the back, and bright red blood splattered.

“Hmm!”

Qin Ye woke up suddenly, sat up, and sweat broke out on his forehead. It was just getting light outside the window, and it was not yet seven o'clock.

She actually dreamed of Zong Zhengchen.

Still a bad dream.

Somehow, I felt uneasy.

He immediately threw back the quilt and got out of bed, heading towards Hanfeng Courtyard, only to see Hanfeng walking out quickly.

It is impossible for Zong Zhengchen to go to work so early.

The cold wind can't come suddenly.

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart intensified, and he rushed forward, "Where's Zong Zhengchen?!"

Han Feng paused, slowly raised his head, and his expression was particularly grim:

"Princess...something happened..."

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At the same time, in the palace.

It was not yet daybreak and the palace servants had not yet begun their busy day, but candles were burning brightly in the imperial study. The atmosphere was solemn to the extreme. Several figures stood there with their heads lowered, not saying a word. The emperor was sitting there, wearing an outer robe. He had just climbed out of bed and looked very unsightly.

It was dead quiet.

It was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

No one dared to breathe.

Zong Zhengchen is also here.

He stood at the front, looking straight at the emperor, but the emperor did not look at him.

For a full half moment.

In the side hall, an imperial physician rushed in in a hurry without even having time to wipe the blood off his hands, knelt down and shouted:

"God bless you, Your Highness the Crown Prince has great fortune. The knife that penetrated deep into his abdomen did not injure his vitals, and the bleeding has stopped. As long as he rests well until he is fully recovered, he will be able to recover as before!"

When everyone heard the sound, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

But, next is the really tense moment:

The murderer who assassinated the prince was Concubine Wei Siyi, but they found a jade pendant on Wei Siyi... It belonged to Prince Chen.

The evidence is conclusive, pointing directly to the fact that Prince Chen assigned Concubine Wei to murder the Crown Prince.

The emperor pursed his lips tightly, his expression more solemn than ever before.

He said that brothers are not allowed to kill each other, fight among themselves, or point the tip of the knife at their own flesh and blood!

"Father, if I wanted to murder the crown prince, I would not be so foolish as to leave any evidence. I have been framed." Zong Zhengchen bowed and spoke in a deep voice.

Although the emperor values ​​Prince Chen the most among so many sons, he treats other children equally, rewards and punishes them clearly, and never shows partiality.

"Seventh Brother, I believe you, but evidence won't lie. How do you want me to explain it to you? How do you want everyone to believe it?"