The calm and casual tone stirred up an invisible hostility, and the man walked away in anger.

Qin Ye asked him if he would lose himself because of desire.

Won't.

His thinking is very clear.

In the past, he had no home, no wife and children, no desires, and only wanted to be a good person with a clear conscience. But now it is different. He wants to provide a stable environment for his family and create a blue sky for his unborn child.

Anyone who is hostile to him should be eliminated one by one.

Even brothers.

King Feng stood there stiffly. As the wind blew, King Chen's words still echoed in his ears for a long time...

Leaving the imperial capital forever before Qingming Festival means that he has to give up the right to inherit the throne and be an idle prince for the rest of his life.

It seems that Zong Zhengchen has something on him.

But how could he be willing?

He is unwilling to accept it!

.

Chen Palace.

After Qin Ye came back, he didn't care about resting himself and kept taking care of Yunying. Yunying was seriously injured and tired from the long journey, so she was in a daze and lay in bed, unable to get up.

Qin Ye wrung out the water, took a handkerchief, and wiped her hands and face.

Yun Ying blamed herself: "Princess, I didn't help at all this time. Instead, I caused so much trouble and caused you so much worry. I really..."

"What nonsense are you talking about," Qin Ye touched her head, "Is your brain burnt out?"

Yue Er stood by, chuckled, and covered her mouth and said:

"Just be at peace with yourself. Our princess is the most protective of her children!"

The princess is very kind to her servants.

Yun Ying bit her lower lip and gently lowered her weak and confused eyes.

She felt that she was so useless. Every time it was the princess who saved her, helped her, and worried about her, as if she was the master.

Including this time.

Thinking of this, the self-blame in my heart intensified even more.

"Don't think too much and take good care of your injuries. I can't live without you." Qin Ye covered her with a quilt and asked Yue'er to look after her. After giving her a few instructions, he returned to Hanfeng Courtyard.

After resting for a while, Zong Zhengchen came back.

Qin Ye immediately saw the jade tablet in his hand and asked, "What is the mission this time?"

"The Qingming Festival is about worshipping ancestors."

"So you just finished one job and are about to get busy again."

Zong Zhengchen took off his outer robe, changed into comfortable home clothes, walked to her side, picked up the fat girl very easily, put his head close to her neck, took a deep breath, buried it comfortably, and hummed:

"The imperial mausoleum is not far from the city. Although I will be busy for a while, I can go home every day."

Home is such a warm word.

A sense of belonging when you are confused, a harbor when you are in trouble, and a safe haven when you are decadent.

Qin Ye lifted up the big head in his arms and said, "The emperor asked you to do this. Does he intend for you to be the future heir?"

"uh-huh?"

The man snorted without comment, his knife-like chin pressed against the palm of her hand, and his head slid down and buried itself again.

“…”

Qin Ye's face darkened, and he held up the big head again:

"Sit still, as if you have no bones."

"I just don't have any bones."

He pressed all his weight on the person and threw him onto the bed, then they started playing poker with some murmuring and chattering.

afterwards.

Zong Zhengchen hugged Qin Ye, looked up at the bed curtain, and sighed. He really couldn't enjoy himself.

I can't give my all, I have to take care of the children, and I have to always know when to indulge myself. It's really difficult.

He looked at her belly and silently counted on his fingers, calculating: When I woke up, I was one day closer to my dream of one night and seven days...