After Zong Zheng left, Qin Ye went back into the house, borrowed the stove from the patrol camp to boil some medicine, and fed it to Yun Ying. When her complexion looked a little better, he prepared to take her back to Prince Chen's Mansion.

But at this moment, a chaotic voice was heard outside:

"Oh no... I'm injured... Should I report this to the Emperor? What if something serious happens..."

When Qin Ye heard this, he immediately ran up and called out to a soldier:

"Who's hurt?"

The soldier's face was filled with anxiety. "His Highness Prince Li is injured! Just now, several vendors were fighting, and Prince Li went to stop them, but he accidentally twisted his waist. He fell to the ground and couldn't stand up, so he had to be carried back to Prince Li's palace!"

If anything happens to Prince Li and the Emperor blames him, they will probably all be punished.

Qin Ye's eyes suddenly darkened.

His old waist injury had not healed yet, and he had a new injury. How could his body bear it? This injury was caused by Yunying again.

Is she just going to sit back and do nothing?

But if I go to see it, Zong Zhengchen will cause trouble again.

"Princess, the sedan has been arranged. Shall we go back now?" Yue'er ran in and asked.

Qin Ye was a little hesitant.

Prince Li was injured. If she knew about it but didn't ask, wouldn't that be disheartening? Looking at the sky again, it was not even noon yet, it was a sunny day, so there would be no misunderstanding.

Quick decision:

"Yue'er, you stay here with Yunying. I'm going to the Prince Li's Mansion and will be back as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he trotted away.

Away from the palace.

Prince Li was injured and was carried back, which alarmed the entire palace.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, Qin Jiaojiao and the old lady rushed over. Some looked for the doctor, some showed concern, some offered condolences. More than a dozen people gathered around the bed.

"My Lord, what happened to you? Where are you hurt?"

"Li'er, you look so pale, don't scare me! I'm not feeling well!"

“Your Majesty…”

Everyone is extremely concerned.

Zong Zhengli felt a sharp pain in his waist, with new and old injuries overlapping, and it was so painful that he couldn't get up. He endured the pain and said in a hollow voice:

"Mom, don't worry... the child is fine... just a minor injury..."

"The doctor is here!"

The housekeeper rushed into the house, pulling the doctor.

The doctor wanted to treat the patient, so all the outsiders were cleared away. Qin Jiaojiao and the old lady were also waiting outside. They clenched their hands and paced back and forth, extremely anxious.

Inside the house, the doctor is treating the patient.

Outside the house, everyone stayed guarding closely.

"Mom, don't worry too much. The doctor is here. Don't panic." Qin Jiaojiao comforted the old lady, but her eyes were red.

The old lady held Qin Jiaojiao's hand and couldn't stop sobbing:

"Li'er has had a hard life since he was young, and now he's an official. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

He was afraid that the other princes would dislike Li'er and try to harm him.

Li'er is weak and alone and can't defeat the other brothers at all!

"Don't be afraid, mother. I saw that there was no blood on the prince's body just now. His face was a little pale. He should not be seriously injured and will be fine."

"Princess Chen has arrived—"

A notification sounded suddenly.

When Qin Jiaojiao heard this, her eyes darkened slightly.

The old lady rushed out excitedly: "Princess Chen! You are a great doctor, please save Li'er! Please go and see Li'er!"

When Qin Jiaojiao saw this scene, her expression immediately became even uglier.

Inside the house.

Zong Zhengli lay on the bed.

The doctor said, "Your Highness, you have injured your tendons and bones. Please use this medicinal wine to rub them. Keep using it for a month and it will get better. If you want to avoid the root of the disease, you need to pay more attention..."

Blah blah.

Zong Zhengli heard a familiar female voice outside, her thin lips curled slightly, interrupting him:

"Got it, back off."

"……yes."

The doctor, who had not yet finished speaking, picked up his medicine box and was about to leave when the door was pushed open from the outside and a slender figure ran into the room.

At the same time, Zong Zhengli raised his hand to pick up the bottle of medicinal wine and threw it under the bed.

A painful groan escaped from his thin lips:

"Mm... it hurts..."