Time passes silently along with the sound of the wind...

The man's back, blown by the bleak cold wind, seemed even lonelier.

A few meters away.

Han Ying stood there, watching quietly, without moving forward, without speaking, without disturbing, just guarding silently.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The man's hoarse voice: "Where's the princess?"

Han Ying paused for a moment, then took two steps forward and replied in a low voice: "The princess left the palace of the Right Prime Minister and has not returned since."

The man lowered his eyes.

Before, in Gong Youxiang’s residence, he saw the dead Gong Zhenhong. Years of hatred collapsed in an instant, and he ran away in a hurry as if he had lost his support.

His strangeness might have frightened her.

"Princess, please tell me when you come back." He stood up, straightened his messy black robe, gently stroked Concubine Xiao's tombstone, took a deep look at it, and prepared to leave.

Han Ying pursed his lips slightly, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

The Princess's Matter...

She felt that the princess and her master were not from the same world, that the princess could not understand her master, and even more... was not worthy of her master.

"master!"

He blurted it out suddenly in one go.

Zong Zhengchen turned around and looked at her, waiting for her next words.

Han Ying swallowed his saliva lightly and said, "I just have a few doubts."

"How did the princess know that Gong Zhenhong was going to betray the prince? And why did she force Gong Zhenhong to death? She knew that Gong Zhenhong was your enemy, but she didn't let you solve him yourself. Could it be that... she was guarding against you, or was doing something you didn't know about..."

"Han Ying!"

The man interrupted her in a deep voice and stared at her deeply for two seconds.

After a moment, he said:

"That's overstepping the boundaries."

Han Ying's heart tightened, his breathing choked, and he immediately lowered his head, not daring to say another word for a moment.

.

"Princess, eat an orange."

In the backyard of Baofu Clinic, there was a warm bonfire. Because Qin Ye had explained it before, everyone changed her name from Miss to Princess.

Jing Yi handed over the peeled tribute oranges.

The big man Zhang Fei leaned over and said, "I want one too!"

She opened her mouth, held the orange in Jing Yi's hand, and ate it.

Jing Yi: “…”

Qin Ye scratched his bald forehead, and the unfinished words of Gong Zhenhong before his death kept popping up in his mind.

He said that the person who harmed Concubine Xiao was not him, but...

He died before he could finish his words.

What do you mean he didn't harm Concubine Xiao?

I've been thinking about it over and over again, but I still can't figure it out.

Jing Yi looked at her thoughtful expression and asked in a low voice: "Are you worried about something?"

Qin Ye looked up: "The current right prime minister Gong Zhenhong is dead."

After the crown prince fell, his staff members either died, ran away, or escaped. There was a minor chaos in the imperial capital, which probably could not be quelled in a short time.

"He has a grudge against Zong Zhengchen, but it seems like he doesn't have one?"

As the old saying goes, a dying man's words are good.

Before his death, Gong Zhenhong knew that he had a son. At that moment, he was truly excited and grateful, so what he said was not false.

She believed Gong Zhenhong, but she couldn't understand.

Could it be that there was someone else who harmed Concubine Xiao?

She scratched her forehead again.

"If you peel it again, you'll become bald." Jing Yi picked up an orange, put it in her hand, and asked her to peel the orange to prevent herself from peeling her head.

Her dandruff fell all over the floor.

"Jing Yi, check what happened back then. I want all the information related to Concubine Xiao!"

"good."

"etc!"

As soon as Qin Ye finished speaking, she remembered the scene of Han Ying yelling at her.

Hanying said she was doing more harm than good.

Zong Zhengchen himself doesn't care and hangs out with other women every day.

Now, what is she worrying about?