"However, it is equally important to be with the right person for you..."

He looked at her face and spoke tentatively.

She and King Chen are not from the same world. Even if they were married, there would be many conflicts. They are from different circles and have different views and ideas...

Qin Ye pursed his lips and suddenly stood up:

"It's getting late, go ahead and do your work. Thank you for accompanying me."

After he finished speaking, he left without saying a word, with his head hung, silent. I don't know what he was thinking about, he looked particularly gloomy.

Zong Zhengli looked at her departing back, with something on his lips that he wanted to say but stopped.

In fact, he wanted to say...

Perhaps, they are from the same world...

The same experience, the same identity, the same hardships, the same hiding in the dark corners licking wounds, looking at the shadows and feeling sorry for themselves...

When facing her, his heart was like a string that could not be restrained, faintly about to be plucked, but, it could not move...

.

The winter in the imperial capital is colder and more desolate than other seasons, and there are fewer pedestrians on the streets. Perhaps because of the cold weather, everyone prefers to stay at home unless they have to.

Qin Ye wandered around aimlessly for two rounds and was about to go to the clinic to sit down. He inadvertently saw a group of people in uniform, who looked like servants, running over and shouting:

"Young Marquis?"

"Where are you..."

Young Marquis?

Ling Qianyi?

She frowned slightly, strode forward, stopped a servant, and took a look at his clothes. He looked a bit like someone from the Dingguo Marquis Mansion.

Asked: "Are you looking for Ling Qianyi?"

The servant nodded anxiously, looking around: "The young marquis hasn't been home for two days, and he hasn't sent any news back. He's nowhere to be found. The marquis and his wife are very worried..."

Bi Jin only has this one son.

Without saying anything more, he ran off to find someone.

"Young Marquis! Young..."

Qin Ye frowned. That kid had just arrived at Prince Chen's Mansion the day before yesterday, and he had been missing for two days? In such a big imperial capital, who doesn't know the name of the young marquis? Who dares to kidnap him?

Nothing should happen, right?

Out of concern, she immediately turned back to Prince Chen's Mansion and brought Yue'er and Yunying with her to help look for him.

The servants spread out across the imperial capital, searching everywhere and asking for his whereabouts. Many common people watched the excitement and discussed something in a few words.

When everyone had searched for nothing, in a quiet, deserted alley, a young man sat on the steps, hugged his legs, and cried loudly, crying like a 500-pound pig.

Crying loudly.

She cried heartbrokenly and was out of breath, as if she had suffered the greatest misfortune in the world.

"Why are you crying?"

At the alley entrance, a girl’s clear voice sounded.

Ling Qianyi was shocked all over and stopped crying immediately. He quickly wiped the traces on his face. When he saw the girl who suddenly appeared with his red eyes, he immediately stood up and ran away with big strides.

"Hello!"

Yun Ying saw it and immediately ran over, "Everyone is looking for you, they must be worried..."

"Get out of the way! It's none of your business!"

"ah--"

Yun Ying was pushed and staggered back four or five steps, covering the wound on her abdomen, her face suddenly changed.

Blood, spilled out...

Deep red...

Ling Qianyi was shocked when he saw the blood.

She's hurt?!

He couldn't help but stop in his tracks, looked at his hands, then looked at the girl's pale face, and ran up in a panic:

"You...what's wrong with you? You're bleeding, little deaf boy, I didn't push you on purpose!"