"Your Highness, Prince Li is here." The old butler came in to report, followed by Zong Zhengli, who ran in with a look of anxiety and quick steps.

"Princess Chen!"

He walked hurriedly, breathing heavily, and his eyes quickly found the woman's figure and fell on her pale and dull face.

Very anxious, but forced to hold back:

"Prince Chen, I heard that Princess Chen was unwell, so I came here specially to see you..." He walked in at a slow pace, but his eyes remained on the woman, without moving an inch.

Everyone was concerned about Qin Ye, except Princess Ding, who glanced at Prince Li with a deep look in her eyes.

Last time, in the beggar resettlement area, Prince Li suddenly showed up and carried down the collapsed pillar for Princess Chen.

This time, it's so urgent again...

She looked at Prince Li calmly, then glanced at Prince Chen, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Qin Ye raised his dazed eyes and looked at the many people in the room.

Zong Zhengchen, Prince Li, Princess Ding, Ling Qianyi, Yue'er, Yunying, Hanfeng...

A lot of people.

They all looked at her, cautiously, pleadingly, anxiously, as if she was very important, but she always felt that she was a lonely soul in another world, without a home.

Do you have a home?

She slowly lowered her eyes, stroked her warm belly, and thought of the dream she didn't want to wake up from.

"Aunt, please eat something. The child is still young and can't bear it. If he could speak, he would have been crying for hunger. Do you want to see such a scene?" Ling Qianyi pleaded bitterly.

"Yes, Xiaoye, the child is a piece of flesh that fell from your body. Don't you feel sad?" Princess Ding continued.

Qin Ye opened his lips in silence:

"I……"

I feel dizzy and have no appetite. It seems like I can never get enough sleep. I don’t want to do anything and I don’t want to say anything.

So tired.

Princess Ding saw that she was hesitant and hurriedly said to Yue'er, "Yue'er, go get some porridge."

Her hesitation meant she agreed.

Yue'er, hurry up.

Princess Ding took the bowl, scooped up a spoonful and started to feed him, but as soon as Qin Ye took a sip, his face changed. He bent over and fell to the edge of the bed, coughing and vomiting.

"Wild!"

"Ono!"

She vomited weakly, tears filling her eyes. Zong Zhengchen nervously held her hands, crying silently as well, looking extremely dejected.

"princess……"

Yue'er and Yunying's eyes turned red, their voices became hoarse, and they cried because their noses were sore.

The princess was not having a good time, and they were not having a good time either.

Zong Zhengli stood by the table, poured a cup of warm water, held the slightly cool porcelain cup, and looked at the woman on the couch.

That pale face was like a withered flower, gradually dying. That furrowed brow was like wrinkled hills, and the eyes were dull and lifeless, a dejection he had never seen before.

In his memory, she had always been gentle, cheerful and good-tempered.

When they first met, she bandaged his wounds, did not discriminate against his status as an unpopular prince, and was willing to interact with him.

She is gentle, kind, helpful and has a pure heart.

But looking at her like this, his heart sank.

Once upon a time, she lived a happy and stable life beside King Chen. He was willing to restrain his heart, suppress all unnecessary thoughts, and protect her silently.

But if she was unhappy, unhappy, or even in pain every day, how could he watch her continue to suffer beside King Chen?

Life is only a few decades long, so we should get rid of unhappy things as soon as possible...

Zong Zhengli lowered his eyes, brushed the cup with his sleeve, put something in it without making a sound, walked to the bed, and said:

"Princess Chen, drink some water and rinse your mouth."