Qin Ye: “…”

You are already in your twenties, and you still don’t take medicine?

She glanced at the man with a hint of disdain, his brows knitted and his face full of resistance. Thinking of the heartless words he had said before, she felt angry.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, revealing a hint of malice:

"Yue'er, bring me a big spoon."

Yue'er responded and brought it quickly.

Qin Ye threw away the small medicine spoon, replaced it with a big spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of the jet-black medicine juice, pried open the man's mouth, and poured it all in.

“Hmm!”

The man was about to vomit in resistance, but the woman's bare hands immediately closed his jaw, pinched the acupuncture points in his throat, and forced him to swallow.

The bitter medicine entered his stomach, causing the unconscious man's brows to almost twist down, and his face was as rotten as a smashed tomato.

When Qin Ye saw this, he felt inexplicably happy.

He quickly scooped up another spoonful and forced it down his throat.

“Mm! Mm…”

The man was lying on the bed, with a wound on his abdomen, unable to move, only his limbs were trembling stubbornly and struggling...

Yue'er was standing by and when she saw this scene, her heart started trembling with fear.

The prince was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, while the princess had a sinister smile on her face, as if a pair of devil wings had grown behind her...

sky!

My Lord, how pitiful...

She seemed to see decades later, the old prince lying in bed with inconvenient legs and feet, while the princess, who was seven or eight years younger than her, was full of energy, slapping him and saying:

'Old man, get up and eat! Your hands are too weak to eat! I'd rather starve to death!'.

"Let's get going as soon as possible! Don't delay me from inheriting the Chen Palace's inheritance!"

'Old rubbish!'

"hiss--"

Just thinking about that scene frightened Yue Er so much that she felt cold from head to toe...

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The other side.

Zong Zhengyu returned to the Prince's Mansion leisurely. Although 70% of his men had been eliminated by Zong Zhengchen in the past few days, he was in a very good mood when he thought that Zong Zhengchen was seriously ill and bedridden and the situation was not optimistic.

Young people, being too arrogant, this is what happens.

"Master, the Minister of Revenue is here." The secret guard saw the sedan chair parked outside the Prince's Mansion and reported in a low voice.

Zong Zhengyu curled his lips, walked forward, bypassed the sedan chair, and went straight into the mansion: "Come in and talk."

He stepped over the threshold and entered the mansion.

After walking a few steps, I heard no movement behind me.

Looking back, I saw the sedan chair parked there steadily, quietly and silently, as if there was no one inside.

He frowned and said again: "Are you deaf? Come in and talk."

The sedan was still extremely quiet.

Seeing this, the secret guard hurriedly stepped forward, walked to the small window, and whispered: "Sir Shangshu, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince invites you to come in and tell us about the matter."

Still quiet.

"???"

Something is wrong!

The secret guard seemed to have sensed something. He strode forward, reached out to grab the curtain and pulled it open.

Inside the sedan, the Minister of Revenue was lying crookedly in a corner, his neck tilted to one side, his body stiff, and bright red blood slowly flowing out from his fingers...

Dead?!

Zong Zhengyu's pupils shrank slightly.

Now that the Minister of Revenue was dead, he could no longer benefit from the national treasury, and nearly 80% of his money was smuggled out from the Minister of Revenue!

This is equivalent to cutting off his source of income!

Losing money is like losing your life!

He had clearly sent so many people to protect the Minister of Revenue so well, how could it be...

Suddenly, a woman's strange laughter filled my mind:

"Your Highness is right. One never knows which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. You should go find the Minister of Revenue as soon as possible. If you go too late, you may die..."

She did it!

Qin Ye!!