Qin Ye came back to his senses, looked back at the person behind him, pursed his lips and smiled faintly:

"Thank you, my Lord."

He politely withdrew his hand, nodded as a sign of greeting, and went into the house to see how the eldest princess was doing.

Dingguo Hou stood there, looked at his empty palm, glanced at the woman's back, and then looked at the entrance of the courtyard where King Chen disappeared. After standing for a while, he spoke:

"Someone come."

Deal with the bodies and clean up the blood.

After the storm, calm returned.

The eldest princess's physical condition has gradually stabilized. As long as she rests well, she will be fine. At this moment, she is sleeping tiredly. Her newborn daughter is lying beside her, small, red and wrinkled.

The couple were in their thirties and had a daughter in their old age. Marquis Dingguo loved her very much and immediately arranged for an old man who was good at feng shui and divination to calculate his daughter's birth date, name her, and plan for her fortune.

Qin Ye sat beside him, touching his belly and looking at the baby on the bed. He seemed dazed as to what he was thinking about.

"Princess Chen?"

"Seventh brother's wife?"

"Qin Ye?"

"Um?!"

After hearing this several times, Qin Ye suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Dingguo Hou with confusion, "What's wrong? Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Marquis Dingguo picked up the crying child, handed it to the wet nurse, and took him down to feed him.

"Princess Chen is the benefactor of my Dingguo Marquis Mansion. If you need anything in the future, just let me know. I will definitely not stand idly by and do nothing if I can help." He made the promise in a solemn voice.

Qin Ye smiled and said, "You are too polite, Lord."

Prince Chen has a good relationship with the eldest princess, and the two families have close contacts. I believe that even without a promise, the two families will still be of the same mind.

"You are young, but you have great medical skills. You are a rare talent that is hard to come by."

Qin Ye was almost flattered by these few words. He shook his head repeatedly in embarrassment. His humble and modest appearance made Marquis Dingguo very impressed.

She is worthy of being the woman that King Chen likes.

Speaking of King Chen, I think of what happened just now...

Prince Chen came, but he didn't stay long, didn't talk, didn't care about his woman, and just left after taking a look. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that they must have had an argument.

Marquis Dingguo slowly put away the smile on his face and asked in a serious tone:

"Are you having a conflict with King Chen?"

"..." Qin Ye's expression was slightly solemn, and he didn't want to mention the matters between husband and wife in front of outsiders.

She changed the subject: "Since the eldest princess and her daughter are safe, I should go back."

After saying that, he stood up.

Marquis Dingguo raised his head and said, "It's normal for a couple to quarrel and argue. Look at him. He may sound cold and hard, but his actual actions show that he cares about you."

If there really was a conflict, if King Chen was really angry, he would not have arrived in time to protect Qin Ye.

He and the eldest princess had experienced all the temper tantrums caused by these young people in the past.

He bent his big hand and said, "Come, uncle will teach you some methods."

Marquis Dingguo sat there with his legs apart, looking very majestic. His mature face in his thirties was very masculine, and the purple robe he wore made him look very noble. He had experienced many vicissitudes of life but was not weathered, and had been through the world but was not worldly-wise. This was the best age for a man.

Qin Ye, who was only sixteen years old, stood in front of him, like a young kid who had just started out.

Qin Ye was silent.

According to seniority, she called him brother, so how did that make him uncle?

"What is it?"

"Come closer to my ear."

Qin Ye looked at him twice, thought about it, walked closer and put his ear close.

Dingguo Hou pinched the tip of her ear, lifted it up, and whispered...

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