Qin Hongluan's face was gloomy, but Qin Ye was not in a hurry. He took a sip of the fine tea and smacked his lips and said:

"Sister, tomorrow is the three-day deadline. Do you want to tell me about my life and save the prince, or wait for the bank note to be passed to the emperor and the prince to be deposed? Think about it carefully."

She leisurely put down the teacup, stood up, patted her slightly wrinkled skirt, and walked away leisurely.

Qin Hongluan sat in her original position with her right hand on the table. Thinking about Qin Ye's threatening tone, her eyes became colder and more gloomy.

In the past, the cowardly ugly girl jumped on her head and showed off her power.

How could a little concubine's daughter challenge the dignity of her legitimate daughter?

Qin Ye!

Anyone who dares to threaten Qin Hongluan will have only one way to go:

die!

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Qin Ye walked out of the teahouse, and Jing Yi, who had been waiting outside, stepped forward to greet him, "Miss."

She nodded, walked to the street, and prepared to return to the clinic.

Jing Yi followed her, opened his mouth, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Ye noticed it without even turning his head.

Jing Yi pursed his lips, strode up to her, and asked in confusion: "Miss, you obviously want to know your own life experience, why don't you make a deal with Qin Hongluan?"

As long as she lets the prince go and gives the bank notes to Qin Hongluan, she can easily find out her life experience.

Why not?

Qin Ye's footsteps slowly stopped, and the expression on his face froze slightly.

yes.

Why not do this?

As long as she gave the bank notes to Qin Hongluan, she could leave the Qin family and find her biological mother without any effort.

However, every time she wanted to cooperate with Qin Hongluan, she couldn't help but think of the scene where the prince set fire to the mountain and forced her and Zong Zhengchen to fall off the cliff...

The prince is a cold-blooded venomous snake who does not care about his relatives. He wants to kill King Chen without any mercy.

If we let the prince go this time, he will definitely use more vicious and cruel methods to deal with King Chen next time.

"Because..." She looked at Jing Yi and pursed her lips, "I don't want to put him in danger, at least I can't do that myself."

After saying that, leave.

Jing Yi stood there in a daze, looking at the woman's departing back, his eyes deep and his hand holding the sword slowly tightened.

Even if they quarreled or had conflicts, her heart was still thinking about Zong Zhengchen...

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Chen Palace.

Hanfeng Courtyard.

In the room decorated in cold tones, the atmosphere was heavy. The man sat on the bed, pursing his lips and looking down. The lines on his face were as cold and hard as if cut by a knife. His eyelids were heavy and dark, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.

No one dared to get close.

The old butler was holding a booklet in his hand, which contained a list of designs and a list of new furniture. He was waiting for the prince to review it before he could start buying it for the princess's room.

He twisted his face into a bitter one and walked into the house very cautiously:

"Your Majesty, this is..."

"Get lost!" the man said coldly.

The old housekeeper was so frightened that his chrysanthemums tightened and he ran away with weak legs.

Han Ying walked in with the medicine that had just been boiled, "Master..."

"roll!"

The man had a blank expression on his face and looked extremely cold. The air around him was frozen. If anyone got close to him, they would definitely get frostbitten.

At this time, the cold wind rushed in quickly:

"Master, there is..."

"roll!"

"There's news about the princess!"

“Get back here!”

“…”

The phrase "serving the emperor is like serving a tiger" not only describes the emperor, but also the ancestor in front of him.

Ever since the princess left the house, the master has been furious.

As soon as the princess was mentioned, his ruffled fur instantly smoothed down.

Han Feng held her trembling heart in her hands, looked at the man's gloomy face with fear, took small steps closer, and whispered:

"Three quarters of an hour ago, the princess met Concubine Qin in a teahouse. I don't know what they talked about, but it seemed that they parted on bad terms. As soon as the princess left, Concubine Qin went to the black market and hired a killer..."

In an instant, the man's aura became seven points more dignified, and his dark eyes were filled with deadly murderous intent.

Hired a killer?

Want to kill his woman?

"Bring that bitch to the palace!"