Suddenly, Zong Zhengchen's throat seemed to be strangled. Looking at the tears in the corners of the woman's eyes, he suddenly felt as if something was flowing away from his heart.

These intangible things were very important to him. He tried desperately to grasp them, but in vain he could grasp nothing.

No……

That moment seemed frozen.

It seems like the next second will be lost forever.

No!

Seeing the pill about to enter her mouth, Zong Zhengchen suddenly grabbed her wrist and slapped the pill away, "Something is wrong!"

He noticed it.

"Qin Ye, is there something wrong?" he asked loudly in a hurried voice.

In the past, she would never ask the question "Who is more important, the throne or me?", never looked at him with eyes that made her laugh until she cried, and never said things so decisively.

Something must be wrong.

medicine!

This medicine!

Zong Zhengchen picked up the small brown pill, held it in his palm, and pressed Qin Ye's shoulder urgently.

"Tell me! Tell me everything you want to say or say!"

Doesn't he know what happened?

He got this medicine himself, how could he not know what ingredients it contains?

funny.

How funny.

Qin Ye sat on the bed, tilted his head lazily, and just looked at him with a smile quietly.

That familiar smile, smiling and smiling, made Zong Zhengchen panic as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss, and he was completely at a loss.

"Someone come!"

He panicked, "Someone come!!"

The shout was almost like a roar, and it almost blew the roof off. Yue'er, Yunying, Hanfeng and Hanying were so frightened that they hurriedly ran in, worried that something big had happened.

"master!"

"princess!"

"Get over here!" Zong Zhengchen raised his head and shouted angrily, throwing the medicine on the ground in a roar, "What's wrong with this medicine!"

Han Ying's eyes darkened when he saw the medicine.

The princess didn't take it, it seems she discovered the ingredients in the medicine...her medical skills should not be underestimated.

She quickly suppressed the strange light in her eyes, strode forward, picked up the medicine, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then examined it carefully.

After seven or eight seconds, his face changed drastically:

“Saffron!”

He looked up with a look of astonishment, "Master, it's saffron! It's a blood-activating medicine unique to the western border areas. If taken by normal people, it can activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis and replenish qi, but if taken by pregnant women, it will cause... miscarriage."

Han Ying knelt down immediately after he finished speaking:

"The smell of saffron is covered by other precious herbs, so it is difficult to detect. When Wu Nu gave you the medicine, I didn't find the saffron in time and almost harmed the princess's unborn child."

"I failed in my duty, please punish me, Master!"

The aura around Zong Zhengchen suddenly dropped and became as cold as ice.

Something unique to the western frontier region?

The West? Miaojiang? Wunu!

That bitch actually dared to play tricks under his nose!

He immediately turned around and walked out of the door in an extremely cold and solemn manner.

Yue'er and Yunying were terrified. It had only been two days since the pillar collapsed, and now Saffron had appeared. How many people wanted to harm the princess?

They rushed to the bed:

"Princess, are you okay?"

"Your hands are so cold. Did you touch the medicine just now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Do you want to call a doctor to come and take a look?"

The two were very nervous.

Qin Ye sat there quietly, his hands on the quilt, grasping the embroidery on it, his expression unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Han Ying knelt aside, secretly observing the princess from the corner of his eye.

Judging from the princess's appearance, she must have had a falling out with her master.

Just what she wants.

On the day of the banquet, the princess was kidnapped by Xiao Zhihua, but her master slapped her hard.

She doesn't understand.

She had followed her master through thick and thin since she was young, and had gone through thick and thin with him. It was a friendship of life and death, but her master slapped her in public for Qin Ye, who had been married for only one year.

Could it be that a friendship of more than ten years is not as good as Qin Ye, a man I have only known for a year?