Qin Ye just smiled faintly:

"It's getting late, go to bed. I'll read for a while and then go to sleep."

"Your servant is waiting for you."

"No need to wait, I want to sit alone quietly for a while and think about something."

Yue'er bit her lower lip lightly, stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped back.

The night is exceptionally quiet.

When everything is quiet, all kinds of thoughts come to mind. In this room, scenes from the past come to mind one by one.

Zong Zhengchen liked to sit at this table and peel grapes for her. He also liked to put her legs on his legs and massage her legs and feet.

By the window, Zong Zhengchen liked to hug her from behind, with her chest pressed tightly against his back.

He said that he could feel three heartbeats when he hugged her tightly.

His, hers, and the children's.

When it was time to go to bed, he always slept outside, worried that she would roll around and fall out of bed in the middle of the night.

Every morning when I wake up, I can see him when I open my eyes...

He's not in now.

His figure and his voice floated in her ears, as clear as yesterday.

Even the air was filled with his minty scent.

In a blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the huge room.

Qin Ye's eyes flashed with disappointment, and an indescribable sadness rose in his heart. He thought of Zong Zhengchen and wondered if he was asleep, if he was injured, if he was OK, or if he was in a good situation...

It turns out that this is what it feels like to care about someone.

The food has no taste.

I have no appetite.

I can't sleep at night.

.

early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight rose, a crisp shattering sound was heard in the wing room of Hanfeng Courtyard.

Snap——

The cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces, with the light red liquid spilling all over the floor, along with a dozen red, slender stamens.

It's saffron.

"Princess, you are dying!"

Yunying's voice attracted Tong Fei and others.

Saffron is a blood-activating substance. Once the princess drinks it, she will definitely suffer from abdominal pain and premature birth.

“Oh my God!”

Concubine Tong came running over, almost fainting from fear, "Xiao Ye, please don't do anything stupid. If anything happens to you, Zong Zhengchen won't be able to rest in peace in the Northern Frontier."

Qin Ye touched his belly and pursed his lips and said:

"It's almost these few days. It doesn't matter if it's early or late. I want to induce labor and give birth to the baby early."

After giving birth, she can go find Zong Zhengchen immediately.

This is what she wants.

"The ripening of fruits is the eternal law of nature. You took saffron to make the baby come out early. What if you damage the baby's body and cause irreversible consequences? Xiaoye, you should think twice!" Concubine Tong grabbed her hand tightly, and her hands and feet were cold with fear.

"Mother, the child is a piece of my flesh and blood, so I naturally love him, but... I also miss Zong Zhengchen..."

Qin Ye slowly lowered his eyes.

The last few words were very light, very light, yet inexplicably heartbreaking.

These words really touched Concubine Tong's heart.

Tong Fei's aura sank. She sat next to Qin Ye. The two held hands and pursed their lips. No one spoke again. The heavy air lingered in the room, making it difficult to breathe.

Yunying was sad.

The moon is sad.

The battle reports sent in every day were all developing in an unfavorable direction. The news was getting worse and worse, and the overall atmosphere in Prince Chen's Mansion was becoming increasingly gloomy...

Outside the door.

Ling Qianyi stopped outside, holding onto the door frame, looking at Qin Ye who had a gloomy expression inside the house, his heart aching.

From childhood to adulthood, he has been carefree and has never worried about anything.

This time, he truly felt that his uncle was in real trouble.

The hard times are coming.