As the eldest brother, he cared about his younger brother out of kindness.

The light in Qin Ye's eyes dimmed.

It was obvious that he was the one who secretly manipulated and teamed up with the Minister of Revenue to cause Zong Zhengchen to be seriously injured. Now he is crying wolf and pretending to be merciful. This acting man is more disgusting than a white lotus.

affectation!

She twitched the corners of her lips and said, "Thank you for your concern, Prince Chen only had a few scratches on his skin, it's nothing serious."

"oh?"

Zong Zhengyu raised his sword-like eyebrows.

He raised his eyes and glanced into the room. Concubine Tong was there, lying on the bed with her eyes red from crying. Was it just a minor scratch?

Show off.

He took a step forward and was about to go into the house.

Qin Ye suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Prince Chen is resting, it is not appropriate for too many people to disturb him. Prince Feng, Prince Ding, Prince Li and others have been here before, but none of them entered the house."

When Zong Zhengyu heard this, the smile in his eyes deepened.

They stopped us from seeing each other, it seems the situation is very serious.

If he doesn’t want to go in, then don’t go in. Anyway, he knows what’s going on.

"Fortunately, Princess Chen knows medical skills and was able to treat my seventh brother in time. My seventh brother is so lucky," he sighed, as if smiling. "Alas, things are unpredictable. One never knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident."

Only by cherishing the present can you live a good life!

Qin Ye's tense face was still cold.

He clearly came here to see whether Zong Zhengchen was dead or not.

Don't worry, with her around, the King of Hell won't dare to take you away.

Put away his hypocritical face.

"I came here to see my seventh brother. I don't have time to stay longer. I feel relieved that Princess Chen is here." He straightened his sleeves. "I also need to discuss important matters with the Minister of Revenue."

Qin Ye heard this and suddenly laughed strangely:

"oh?"

She grinned, revealing two rows of neat, white teeth, and smiled sinisterly, as if emitting a cold light:

"Then you have to go there quickly, Your Highness. You said it well, you never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. If you don't go there quickly, you might be separated from the Minister of Revenue by Yin and Yang."

She smiled in an especially strange way, and pronounced every word clearly.

Both of them wore hypocritical faces, and they exchanged moves secretly, going back and forth, just like practicing Tai Chi.

Zong Zhengyu replied with a fake smile: "Thank you for your concern, Princess Chen. Some people live to be a hundred years old, while others die young. Everything is predetermined."

Under his protection, nothing will happen to the Minister of Revenue.

These days, Zong Zhengchen has been too arrogant, pressing forward step by step, constantly getting rid of his people. Do you really think he is easy to bully? Do you really think he will surrender?

Innocent!

He is eight years older than Zong Zhengchen.

Back then, when he was practicing martial arts, Zong Zhengchen was still rolling on the ground playing marbles.

Fight with him?

Don't overestimate your abilities!

Oh!

He sneered and turned away.

"Princess..." As soon as the prince left, Han Feng, who had been alert all the time, immediately rushed forward with his sword in hand, "The prince clearly came here on purpose..."

Qin Ye raised his hand and suppressed his words:

"No need to say more. If you have anything to say, wait until Zong Zhengchen wakes up before talking."

Inside the house.

The man was sleeping on the couch. Due to his severe injuries and excessive blood loss, his face was pale without a trace of blood. His thin lips were also extremely white and dry with traces of dead skin.

Concubine Tong cried so much because she was worried that her eyes were red and swollen, and her shoulders twitched from time to time.

The medicine is ready.

Han Ying was about to step forward with the medicine bowl in hand.

"Let me do it." Xiao Zhihua, who was standing next to him, suddenly stepped forward and stretched out her hand to take it. "When the prince was sick before, I took care of him myself."

Han Ying took a step aside, avoiding Xiao Zhihua's hand, and said indifferently:

"In the past, you were Xiao's concubine, and it was your duty to serve the master, but now you don't seem to have the right identity and reason to get close to the master, right?"