Qin Ye poked the eel on the plate, and another thought came to his mind:

If Prince Li wanted to protest, he could just send a few people to cause trouble in the imperial capital and draw the emperor's attention. Why would he have to joke with his own body?

How cruel does a person have to be to do this to himself?

Is the truth really as Zong Zhengchen said?

I don’t know what the condition of Prince Li is, how serious his injuries are, and whether Imperial Physician Yang can treat him. Should she go over to see him?

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked:

"Aren't you going to visit Prince Li's mansion?"

"What are you visiting for?" The man looked at her and said calmly, "If you are acting out your own actions, you are so cowardly that it is not worth my visit. If you are harmed by someone else and are so useless, visiting her in a blatant way will only bring shame to the royal family."

Qin Ye choked up.

What he said makes sense...

In other words, the matter of Prince Li's injury had been suppressed, and very few people knew about it.

She lowered her head and poked the eel on the plate. Not knowing how to respond, she chose to remain silent.

Zong Zhengchen looked at her for a while and said, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat."

I took the plate away, wiped the corners of her mouth and hands, then carried her into the house for a nap.

She fell asleep right after eating. She had just gotten up, eaten, and lay down again. It was less than an hour in total, and she really had no desire to sleep.

Blinking, looking at the bed curtains above my head, I couldn't help but think of Prince Li again...

He held back the words that came to his lips, and hesitated several times.

"You look like you're worried about something." I heard a man's deep voice in my ear.

"No way." Qin Ye turned over, lying on his side and crawling into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, and hummed coquettishly: "You are not busy today? How do you have time to accompany me?"

If he didn't accompany her, she would have to go out again.

If she wasn't so heavy, he would tie her to his belt and carry her wherever he went, keeping her within his sight for twelve hours a day.

He gently stroked her face, staring at her smiling face with lowered eyes, his eyes gradually deepening and sinking:

"It's just today. From now on, I will be with you for decades to come."

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Away from the palace.

The atmosphere in the mansion was depressing. The servants lowered their heads as they did their work, passing by in a hurry. They all kept silent about what they shouldn't say and what they shouldn't look at.

Inside the main courtyard's wing, the atmosphere was even colder and more intense, almost as if it was about to explode.

“Who is the murderer?!”

Qin Jiaojiao slammed the table angrily, getting so angry that her stomach hurt.

Madam Wei's eyes were red. She hurriedly supported her body and cried hoarsely, "Jiaojiao, don't worry. The emperor has sent people to investigate. The murderer will be caught sooner or later. The most urgent thing is to heal Li'er's hand..."

Imperial Physician Yang said that the wrist bone in Prince Li's right hand was broken and the chance of recovery was only 20%.

What this means is... there is an 80% chance that you will become disabled.

If a hand is disabled, then you become a disabled person. Without a hand, how can you take care of yourself? How can you write? How can you do things? How can a person live without a hand?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wei burst into tears.

On the bed.

Zong Zhengli was still wearing the dirty white robe he wore last night. He reeked of alcohol, and his chin was covered in stubble. He looked messy and extremely decadent.

He sat against the head of the bed, his right hand casually resting on the edge. It was wrapped in thick gauze, and green herbal juice seeped out. The smell of medicine and alcohol mixed together, strong and smelly.

Madam Wei and Qin Jiaojiao were crying anxiously, and the servants were anxious and worried, but he remained calm from beginning to end, with no emotion in his eyes. Even when he was bandaging the wound, he didn't even groan in pain, as if he was not the one injured.