Chen Wang Mansion, Hanfeng Courtyard.
"That woman did it. I didn't check carefully. It was my negligence. It's my fault!"
Zong Zhengchen sat on the edge of the bed, his voice trembling when he mentioned what had just happened.
If he hadn't noticed something was wrong and stopped her from taking the medicine in time, he couldn't imagine the consequences...
Just thinking about it makes my back go cold and I feel scared.
"Ye'er, you asked me, who is more important, the throne or you? You asked me whether I believe you or not, whether I am trustworthy or not. I didn't know that the medicine had problems. I really didn't know!"
He held Qin Ye's hands and explained eagerly,
"You are a doctor with excellent medical skills. How could I be so foolish as to bring this kind of medicine to you and let you find fault with it? I really don't know!"
He thought that Wu Nu would be loyal to him for the sake of his tribe.
He was wrong.
He almost hurt his wife and children, and he really knew he was wrong.
Qin Ye sat at the head of the bed, lowered his eyes, and held her hand on the thick quilt. He looked at her, pulled his hand out, and hid it under the quilt:
"Yeah." A light voice.
The casual movement of pulling back his hand made the man stiffen all over, with the expression on his face frozen.
She didn't believe him.
She is still angry.
"I killed her," he said. "She nearly killed you, and I will not only not spare her life, but I will chop her up and feed her to the dogs."
Qin Ye lowered his head and looked down, with a dull expression on his face, as if he was indifferent to everything.
He just hummed softly:
"Um."
"Believe me, Qin Ye, I won't do anything to seek my own death, and I will not hurt you and the child." His tone was serious, and he was just short of swearing.
Qin Ye pulled back the quilt and lay down.
"I'm sleepy." He pulled the quilt up to cover his head, and then everything became quiet again. That was all.
Zong Zhengchen stood stiffly in front of the bed, his expression not looking good, his thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line.
Her distance was like an icicle in winter, piercing him, sharp, cold and painful.
There are so many words stuck in my mouth and throat, but I don't know where to start.
Thousands of words.
Finally, it came down to three short words: .7
"Qin Ye...I love you."
The man's voice was very soft, very soft. It drifted away in the quiet room, and the lingering sound lingered.
Under the quilt, the woman's body trembled slightly.
In the one year since they got married, he has never said these three words.
He is not a sentimental person. Compared with Ling Qianyi's shamelessness and Prince Ding's flirting, he is taciturn, not good at speaking, and basically cold. He is good at using the coldest words to do the most gentle things.
He doesn't like to talk, he only does.
He had never said sweet words to Qin Ye, and even rarely gave her gifts, but in daily life, he was considerate and attentive to her food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even did a small and cautious thing smoothly.
In bed.
Qin Ye closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly. A feeling of sadness surged in his heart. His heart was as confused as a steel wool, like a fallen leaf without a fulcrum and no clue. He felt restless and uneasy.
During this period of time, there were too many people who wanted to harm her, and even her bedmate was listed as a suspect.
She was extremely insecure.
Suddenly, it seemed as if everyone around her wanted to harm her.
She really wants to hide away, to spend a few days in peace and quiet, not thinking about anything, not considering anything. All she wants is peace and stability!
Why is it so difficult!
The air returned to silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Qin Ye was lying on the bed, Zong Zhengchen was standing in front of the bed, neither of them moved, no one spoke again, just kept on like this...
As time passes, so does the relationship between the two.
a long time.
From the bed, a woman's muffled voice came:
"You can get out now."