"Stand back."

"Yes..." Han Feng realized that something was wrong and didn't dare to say much. Seeing that the princess was covered in blood but not injured, he retreated with some relief.

Squeak——

The sound of the door being pushed open was very light, somewhat abrupt in the night.

Qin Ye raised his head stiffly, as if he had not yet come to his senses. His eyes were dim and a little dazed.

"Achen..."

"I'm back." Zong Zhengchen asked Yue'er to fetch a basin of warm water. He gently washed the blood off her hands, got her clothes to change, and then carried her to the bed to rest.

I didn't say anything, I didn't ask anything, I just gave him complete trust.

Qin Ye nestled in the man's warm and familiar arms, feeling particularly at ease.

The man's big hand stroked her head and rubbed it.

After a long while, he said:

"I've been too busy lately. I went to look for the dead flower. The Qingming Festival is coming up soon. I can't rest assured if you follow me. Tomorrow morning, go to the villa on the outskirts of the city to stay for a few days, calm down and take care of your pregnancy."

"I'll take care of everything."

He temporarily sent her away from this place of trouble to a stable environment to help her recover.

Qin Ye felt very tired and didn't want to think about anything anymore. He sighed deeply:

"Um."

When will these troubles end?

Perhaps, when Zong Zhengchen obtains the throne, these strange waves will subside, but life is born complicated and troublesome, and no one's life will be peaceful forever...

The next day.

morning.

After breakfast, Zong Zhengchen arranged for Qin Ye to stay in a secret private house on the outskirts of the city for a few days. The trip was kept secret and very few people knew about it.

He personally sent Qin Ye there and left Han Ying here. After dealing with the situation, he left with Han Feng.

On the way back to the capital.

Han Feng finally found an opportunity to report what happened in Li Wang Mansion last night.

After listening to this, Zong Zhengchen's eyes became gloomy, and the aura around him became extremely heavy. His deep expression, whose emotions could not be guessed, frightened Han Feng a little.

In the past, I thought an angry master was scary.

Later, he realized that the most terrifying thing was the master who should be angry but had no expression on his face, or even was as calm as a pool of dead water...

After returning to the imperial capital, Zong Zhengchen entered the palace.

In the imperial study.

He stated his purpose directly: "Father, the affairs of the Qingming Festival ancestor worship are numerous and complicated, and I cannot handle them all by myself. My fifth brother happens to be free at home right now, why not let him help?"

Behind the desk, the emperor was reviewing memorials. After hearing this, he looked up with some suspicion.

"I heard that something seemed to have happened in the palace last night?"

Due to his busy schedule, he was unable to attend to many things personally, so as to what happened to King Li last night, he only heard some rumors, but nothing was confirmed.

"What's the matter?" Zong Zhengchen said calmly, "Why didn't I hear about it?"

"Hmm?"

The emperor groaned, wondering if he had heard it wrong?

"But Princess Li is pregnant, so he has to stay at the mansion with his wife and children."

"Qin Ye is also pregnant, why am I not free?"

“……”The emperor frowned.

Why do I feel that my son is so cold and aggressive today? Who has provoked him?

He values ​​the baby in Qin Ye's belly and Zong Zhengchen, which is why he assigns him tasks and gives him opportunities to perform meritorious services, so that more people in the court can recognize and follow him.

Doesn't Zong Zhengchen know about his painstaking efforts?

The Qingming Festival ancestor worship, such a great achievement, he is actually willing to share it with King Li?

The emperor held his forehead. It was a good thing that Zong Zhengchen supported his brothers. Seeing them living in harmony, he, as a father, felt less worried.

After thinking about it, he nodded and agreed:

"Okay, then it's up to you. You can arrange everything."

Zong Zhengchen stood there, his eyes slightly lowered, with endless coldness...