"My son, why are you asking this question all of a sudden?" Concubine Tong asked worriedly, "Is it the Crown Prince..."

"Mother, don't think too much."

Zong Zhengchen thought about her words, comforted her, and changed the subject.

But how could Concubine Tong not worry?

The battle for the crown prince is a fraught one in the royal family, and everyone is climbing up by stepping on corpses. People only have one life, and once they make a mistake, they are dead forever. How can she feel at ease?

What's more, the one he was fighting against was the crown prince...

Concubine Tong sat there, her hands clasped on her knees, looking at the man's calm face, feeling very anxious.

She knew that the child was mature and sensible, and from childhood to adulthood, he would rather get hurt himself than let her worry at all.

It's because he is too strong and too sensible that people feel sorry for him.

"The medicine is ready."

Outside the door, Qin Ye walked in with a tray, glanced at the person on the couch, bent down, put it down, and was about to leave.

"That's right!" Concubine Tong slapped her forehead suddenly, "I boiled some water in the kitchen. It should be boiling now. I'll go check it out!"

After saying that, he slipped away without a trace.

Qin Ye: “???”

Stewed boiled water?

Um?

He looked at Concubine Tong with a strange look on his face as she ran out and closed the door. He was suspicious for four or five seconds and caught a glimpse of the man on the couch out of the corner of his eye.

Eyes met.

It seems that Concubine Tong deliberately left her here.

"I'll go get the maid."

"Ye'er!... Ugh!" He called her and hurriedly raised his upper body, which affected his wound. His body trembled in pain and he fell back weakly.

The gauze on the abdomen was faintly soaked with blood.

He covered his wound and looked at her hurriedly:

"Don't be angry, okay? Believe me, everything I do is for you and for our family. There may be some things that cannot be explained, but I will never hurt you."

He looked anxious, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, she would leave.

He gasped in pain and continued:

"Think about it. We have been together for more than half a year and have been through so much. Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever wanted to kill you?"

The tip of his sword would never be pointed at her.

He was always caring, gentle, and cautious towards her.

Qin Ye pursed his lips.

He said, what's the difference between not liking children, not liking their children, and not liking her?

Is this what he is saying, the unspeakable thing?

On the other hand, the two have been together for so long, it would be a lie to say that there is no love between them. Even if you raise a dog, it knows how to protect the house, let alone a human?

Glancing at his extremely weak appearance, she pursed her lips and spoke:

"Didn't you want to kill me because of Xiao Zhihua?"

he:"……"

Those are all things of the past, such old accounts. Can you please not mention them again?

He is wrong!

"Ye'er, I was blind at that time and mistook fish eyes for pearls. I didn't understand what true love was. Now I know."

"When you're sad, I can't concentrate on doing anything. Your unhappy look fills my mind. Even if the sky falls, I'll only think about how to comfort you and make you happy. I... cough, cough..."

He choked and his face turned paler.

Qin Ye strode over, took off the quilt, pressed the two acupuncture points above his wound to stop the bleeding, and said in a deep voice:

"You are very badly injured. You can't bleed any more."

The human body only has so much blood. If too much blood flows out, you will go into shock and die.

"wild……"

"Stop talking!"