Chapter 455: Zong Zhengchen is seriously injured



Looking at the desolate little figure, the man's heart tightened, as if he was stabbed with a knife. It hurt so much that even his breathing became tight.

He pursed his thin lips, slowed down his pace, and walked forward slowly.

As soon as my hand touched her shoulder, her hand fell down and I realized that she had fallen asleep. Her body was cold because of the wind.

He frowned, took off his outer robe, put it on her, picked her up gently, and returned to Prince Chen's Mansion.

Push open.

Go inside.

As soon as she was put on the bed, she whimpered uncomfortably and rolled inward a little. Her brows were furrowed the whole time, and she looked unhappy even when she was asleep.

fool……

How could he not know their child...

Perhaps, he should tell her the truth. As long as he told her, it would be better for them to face it together than for her to worry about it alone.

"master……"

Outside the door, Han Feng approached, deliberately lowering the voice of asking for instructions, and reported in a low voice,

"The latest reliable news is that the Minister of Revenue..."

.

This night was very peaceful.

The next day.

Qin Ye woke up and found himself back in Hanfeng Courtyard. He felt that he had slept more deeply than ever before, but he did not think much about it and ate breakfast as usual.

After dinner.

"Princess, this was given to me by Manager Jing." Yue'er took out two account books and handed them to Qin Ye with both hands.

Qin Ye took it and flipped through it.

After being nominated by the emperor himself, the medical clinic became famous. Everyone in the people knew it, and its business was booming every day.

Looking at the huge sums of money coming in on the account book, his brows raised in delight.

Not bad~

Now the daily income is enough to cover half a month's income before. If this trend continues, becoming rich and well-off is just around the corner.

Yun Ying was standing at the side. When she heard the three words "Manager Jing", she thought of that cold and dangerous man. Thinking about it now, she still felt a little scared.

She moved her feet, moved closer to Yue'er, and asked in a very low voice:

"Sister Yue'er, did you go straight to the clinic? That shopkeeper Jing...didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Yue Er paused and replied with a smile:

"The shopkeeper Jing has a good temper, speaks softly, acts calmly, and is as gentle as the wind. He is a gentleman. What can you do to him?"

Yun Ying: “???”

Have a good temper?

gentleman?

Could it be that the 'Shopkeeper Jing' they met was not the same person?

"Let me tell you, the other people in that clinic are really bad. They are aggressive and try to intimidate girls like us. Last time, they even said they would sell me to a brothel. It was only Manager Jing who protected me..."

Qin Ye roughly flipped through the account book and calculated the income. He had a rough idea in his mind. When he looked up, he saw two little girls huddled together, whispering to each other.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"nothing!"

The two of them immediately straightened their backs, closed their mouths, and looked mysterious as if they were telling a little secret.

These two people have only known each other for a few days, but they are already so close that they have a little secret?

Still hiding it from her?

It’s true that girls can’t be kept when they grow up!

Yun Ying chuckled and hurriedly strode forward: "Princess, it was the prince who came to report you last night, but he didn't sleep. He stayed by your bed for a long, long time and left in the middle of the night."

In her opinion, the prince loves the princess, but men are not good at expressing themselves, so their love is hidden in their actions.

The corners of Qin Ye's lips slightly curved, he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and did not respond, as if he did not hear what was said.

Suddenly, outside the door, Butler Yang came running in in a hurry:

"Oh no! Princess, the king, the king... the prince is injured!"


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