Away from the palace.

Although Zong Zhengli was treated in time and saved his life, he was injured in the heart and lost too much blood. He was lying on the bed with a pale face and unable to move. His lips were pale and dry, and he looked almost dead...

Qin Jiaojiao's tears were almost dry, and she was heartbroken.

She didn't understand what was so good about Qin Ye, and why the prince was so determined to get involved with him and refused to turn back even when he hit a wall.

What's more, I don't understand why she is inferior to Qin Ye!

Mrs. Wei didn't know the details and thought that someone was injured by an assassin. Her eyes were red and full of worry.

There have been many accidents in recent days, and her heart can no longer bear it. In addition, her health has always been poor, so she is coughing non-stop. She seems to have aged ten years, and her weak body is shaking violently.

"The imperial edict has arrived—"

Suddenly, a long and drawn-out announcement was heard from outside.

Qin Jiaojiao and Madam Wei hurriedly wiped away the tears on their faces, gathered their energy, and hurried out, only to see that the person who delivered the decree was...

King Chen!

Zong Zhengchen took out the bright yellow imperial edict, rolled it up, and placed it in his palm, "Prince Li, accept the edict."

Although the two were confused, they still knelt down, and the other servants also knelt down.

Qin Jiaojiao said, "Prince Li is not feeling well and cannot get up. I will take his place and receive the decree. I beg Your Majesty to forgive me."

After saying this, he bowed his head.

Zong Zhengchen stood where he was, looking down at the group of people kneeling on the ground with his dull eyes, his thin lips slightly raised, his voice cold:

"Prince Li, receive the order!"

Everyone's heart trembled. From what Prince Chen said, it seemed that Prince Li must receive the call personally. However, Prince Li was seriously injured and could not even get out of bed.

Qin Jiaojiao raised her head, angry: "Your Highness Prince Chen, my prince is really injured. As for how he was injured, don't you know it in your heart!"

"ah!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was knocked to the ground by a palm wind full of murderous force.

Her emaciated body looked like a piece of tattered garbage, and even though she was pregnant, she was thrown out like this.

Everyone was terrified, and could feel the cold and oppressive aura of King Chen, like a heavy mountain, pressing down on the sky above the palace, pressing coldly on everyone, making them kneel on the ground, burying their heads deeply, not daring to move.

Zong Zhengchen held the imperial edict, his hand raised in the air, his eyes lazily raised, and read word by word:

"King Li receives the order!"

“Hmm…”

Inside the house, there were sounds of falling, groaning, and struggling, which instantly made everyone's breathing slow.

Qin Jiaojiao's eyes were red as she saw the dying Zong Zhengli leaning against the wall, barefoot, staggering as he walked towards her step by step.

He was only wearing a white undershirt and underwear, with his hair loose. His pale face looked like a walking corpse. He took slow and deep steps, as if he would fall at any time. He was extremely weak, and every step he took would cause the wound on his chest to bleed.

Blood dripping on the ground...

Flowers bloom at every step...blood flowers...

It took him a whole stick of incense to walk the short distance of a few meters. When he finally arrived, his nearly 1.9-meter-tall body suddenly fell heavily to his knees on the ground.

Bang!

"Your son... accepts... accepts the order..."

"Your Majesty!"

“Your Majesty…”

Qin Jiaojiao covered her stomach, her eyes were red, tears quickly filled her eyes, and burst out desperately like a broken dam.

Madam Wei almost fainted from heartache, and the other servants in the palace were very nervous and didn't dare to say a word.

Zong Zhengchen glanced at him coldly before opening the imperial edict:

"According to the order of the Emperor, the Qingming Festival, the day of ancestor worship, is approaching. I order Prince Li to set out immediately to repair the imperial mausoleum. There must be no mistakes!"