If someone else had been after his woman, he would have taken action directly and killed him decisively and without changing his mind. However, because he was thinking of his brotherly relationship with Zong Zhengli and did not want to disappoint the emperor, he transferred the person away.

He has been very kind.

However, the collapse of the imperial mausoleum and the death of Lady Wei were both beyond his expectations.

He had nothing to do with either of these things.

"Achen, I believe you, but... will Prince Li believe it? Madam Wei died outside Prince Chen's mansion. To him, Madam Wei is more important than his life..." Qin Ye pursed his lips and spoke in a worried voice.

Zong Zhengchen frowned, "God is watching what we do, I have no regrets about what I have never done."

Furthermore:

"If Qin Jiaojiao hadn't bumped into you last night and caused your miscarriage, how could I have been so busy? If it weren't for Qin Jiaojiao, I would have had enough time to rush to the imperial mausoleum to save him, and Madam Wei wouldn't have had to die."

The voice gradually turned colder and sneered.

To be honest, it’s all Qin Jiaojiao’s fault, that nosy woman!

The life and death of King Li and Madam Wei had nothing to do with him, but she had offended his wife and children. Fortunately, his wife and children were safe and sound. If anything had happened, he would make that woman regret coming into this world!

Qin Ye pursed his lips.

Having said that, what would King Li think?

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Away from the palace.

Because this matter attracted the emperor's attention, the emperor came in person. Even if those officials did not like Prince Li, they all rushed over to express their condolences and show concern in an effort to gain points in front of the emperor.

Mrs. Wei died, and the mourning hall was set up in the main hall. Spirit flags were fluttering, white candles were burning, and white cloth and green mourning couplets were everywhere. Everywhere you looked, it was all white.

In the main courtyard house.

Zong Zhengli was lying on the bed, his face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, the quilt covered him, his thin body was very flat, as if there was no one there, he had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

His breathing was weak, like a corpse that could die at any time.

Everyone was outside, and the house was quiet and peaceful.

Squeak——

A bare hand gently pushed the door open and stepped inside. The woman walked to the bed and stopped, looking at the miserable face of King Li, and sneered mockingly:

"How did a person who tortured his brothers and sisters and could not distinguish right from wrong gain the emperor's attention? How could he be qualified to be the new heir?"

Sarcasm, mockery, ridiculousness, disdain, and a hint of hatred.

The woman was Wu Nu.

At the beginning, she lost ten years of her life and offered medicine with good intentions, but was killed by people sent by King Chen. It was King Li who saved her when she was dying.

Now, Prince Li’s experience is very similar to hers.

They were all persecuted by King Chen.

Maybe they had the same experience, she would definitely save Zong Zhengli!

Sit down and grab the man's wrist...

Three hours later.

Mourners came and went, one wave after another, and by the afternoon, the man who had been in a coma for a day and a night finally woke up.

pain……

The pain in his chest was so severe that he almost fainted. His body was covered with wounds of all sizes, irritating his nerves and reminding him:

He is still alive!

He is not dead?

Zong Zhengli tried to move, his face turned pale with pain. After a few seconds of rest, he struggled to prop up his body and sat up with difficulty.

Is he returning home?

I opened the quilt and when my feet touched the ground, I almost fell down. I used up all my strength to barely keep my balance. I staggered to the door, but I saw white lanterns and white curtains hanging in the yard, white spirit flags fluttering, and a big "Dian" character on the window...