Chen Palace.

"princess?"

"princess?"

"Huh?!" Yue'er shouted several times before Qin Ye came back to his senses. He looked down and saw that the dish in his chopsticks had fallen onto the table and the rice was cold.

So tired...

She hadn't slept all night and was absent-minded. Whenever she thought about what she said to Zong Zhengchen last night, she became absent-minded.

"Princess, did you not sleep well last night? Your eyes look a little dark." Yue'er asked worriedly.

When Yunying was practicing spear and sword last night, she saw the prince coming out of Hanfeng Courtyard with a gloomy look on his face. He was laughing as he walked, like a madman.

I haven't seen the prince the whole day today. I guess there must be some conflict between the two of them again.

She thought for a moment and said, "Princess, the prince didn't seem to go to court today. He seemed to be in the study all the time."

From last night until noon today, I have been in the study and have not come out.

Qin Ye pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable.

If Zong Zhengchen said something like that to her, she would definitely feel bad, but the strange thing was that she clearly didn't have such thoughts, but she said it out loud in a moment of haste...

The food in the bowl was tasteless, and I had no appetite even though it was delicacies from land and sea.

He clenched the chopsticks, then loosened them and put them down.

When Yue Er saw this, she became anxious: "Is today's food not to your liking? Princess, please don't scare me. If you don't eat like you did the past two days, I will be really worried to death!"

Yun Ying understood Qin Ye's thoughts. She glanced outside and had a few words on her lips, but she was afraid that if she said them out loud, she would worry the princess.

I am holding back the words I don't want to say.

After thinking for a while, he said hesitantly:

"Princess, I saw Han Ying go to the study room and smelled medicine. The prince seems... not feeling well?"

Qin Ye was startled and stood up subconsciously.

study.

The interior was cold, the atmosphere was cold too. A man was sitting on a small couch for resting inside. He looked tired and a little haggard. His dirty black robe was thrown on the ground, with a strong smell of alcohol. He was holding a book in his hand and coughing softly from time to time.

“Cough… cough cough…”

A sleepless night coupled with excessive drinking caused me to catch a cold.

He had always been in good health, but this was the first time he collapsed so weakly. The last time was when he was seriously injured on the battlefield and his life was hanging by a thread.

Han Ying prepared the medicine and as she was carrying it towards the courtyard, she unexpectedly caught a glimpse of the princess standing outside the gate.

She walked forward and asked, "Are you here to see the prince?"

Qin Ye turned around and saw that it was Han Ying. His eyes immediately fell on the medicine bowl in her hand.

Just by smelling it, you can know the ingredients in the medicine.

It is a medicine for wind and cold.

He...is sick...

Han Ying said, "Why are you still standing there, Princess? Aren't you going in? I'll go and report."

"Wait!" Qin Ye suddenly called her.

If she just went in like this, she didn't know how to explain... Perhaps he was not ready to face her, and when she arrived at the door of the study, she felt a little timid.

Pursing his lips, he said, "Go in and serve me. I'll come back later."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Han Ying tilted his head and noticed that the two were arguing. His eyes deepened as he watched the woman's back as she left. He stood for a while and then entered the study.

"Master, the medicine is here."

The man on the couch lowered his eyes, his gaze always fixed on the page, his voice was cold and hoarse:

"Stand back."

He's not that fragile yet.

"Master, it's cold in spring and colds are easy to occur. How can you get better without taking medicine? If you fall ill, the princess will be worried."

Zong Zhengchen's eyes were filled with pain.

She will feel sad...

It would be great if she really felt bad...

"Don't mention my illness to the princess."

Han Ying lowered his head, a hint of deep light flashed across his eyes, and he replied:

"Master, you are overthinking. The princess has never been here, so how could she know that you are not feeling well?"

“…”

In an instant, a knife stabbed Zong Zhengchen's heart.