He Yan and He Jin arrived at the detention center, and through the iron bars and tempered glass windows, they saw He Ya's insane state.
He Jin frowned and asked the prison guard in a low voice, "Have you seen a doctor?"
“We’ve already consulted them,” the prison guard replied. “We consulted three leading psychiatrists, and their conclusions were all that Prince Ya is mentally unstable, exhibiting severe bipolar disorder, and…”
"And what?"
The prison guard licked his lips. "Moreover, according to professional assessment, the prince has antisocial personality disorder."
He Jin was stunned and looked at He Yan, who was equally incredulous, beside him.
"The formation of this kind of personality has both innate and acquired factors," the prison guard explained. "So the best way now is to isolate her from society and prevent her from causing any more harm."
After the initial shock, He Yan let out a deep sigh.
Those aged eyes held anger, confusion, regret, and helplessness.
He simply couldn't understand it; shouldn't this kind of personality be something only children from extreme families have?
Heya has been pampered since childhood, has the highest status, and is loved by Jiamin. How could she be antisocial?
However, He Jin was not surprised at all. This explained all the things his sister did to him when he was a child; it turned out she had antisocial personality disorder.
He looked at the small room.
The four walls were a bleak gray-white, with only a bed, simple toiletries, and a toilet.
A person's eating, drinking, relieving themselves, and sleeping all happen in this place.
This was already depressing enough, but even the bed sheets here were a hopeless leaden gray.
Hea was inside, going mad. She draped a sheet over herself as a robe, and folded a piece of cardboard haphazardly as a crown. Sometimes she talked to herself, sometimes she screamed, and occasionally she let out a piercing wail.
"But most of the time, she's quite happy," the prison guard chuckled. "She says she's going to be a queen and tells us all to behave!"
“Ah Jin.” He Yan turned to look at him. “You don’t seem surprised at all by her condition.”
“There’s nothing strange about that,” He Jin said calmly. “I still clearly remember one time when I was a child, Uncle, you took us hunting…”
"Yes, that's true." He Yan nodded. "And then?"
“Then,” He Jin’s voice lowered, “everyone else hunts, but only my sister, she tortures and kills.”
So from that time on, He Jin vaguely felt that He Ya was not normal.
So from then on, no matter how much Heya bullied or humiliated him, he never fought back or talked back.
But to his surprise, this time Heya wasn't just bullying him, she wanted to kill him!
“Ah Jin,” He Yan said in a deep voice, “she attempted murder and should be sentenced. You must not be soft-hearted.”
“Uncle, this is not enough to soften my heart.” He Jin smiled. “You taught me before that a ruler must not only be devoted to the people, but also be decisive in killing.”
"Hmm." He Yan nodded appreciatively.
“I will respect the court’s decision.” He Jin looked up at him. “And I also believe that the law will give me justice!”
...
A few days later, news of Prince Hea's confinement spread throughout Southeast Asia.
At the same time, He Jin's enthronement ceremony took place.
Hejin rode in a float through the streets, receiving cheers and salutes from the crowd. After the ceremony, he quietly went to the detention center and glanced at Heya again through the iron bars of his window.
Heya will be locked in that small room, isolated from the world for the rest of her life, and will never be able to come out and harm anyone again.
He might live a crazy, eccentric life forever.
He Jin felt a mix of emotions. He had always valued family ties, and in the past, he might have said a few words to defend his sister.
But not anymore.
Someone wanted his life, so of course he would make that person pay with their life!
He Jin took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, and wondered if he had turned bad.
But if kindness loses its edge, it will not only harm oneself, but also others.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty!" The prison guard at the gate widened his eyes in surprise upon seeing him and hurriedly bowed.
He Jin stopped him and asked softly, "Does she need to see a doctor or take medicine in here?"
“This…” The prison guard rolled his eyes, “His Majesty did not give any orders, so no doctor has come and no medicine has been given to her.”
"Your Majesty, should I handle this matter?"
The prison guard was just looking for an opportunity to show off when He Jin raised his hand and said in a low voice, "Since Uncle won't find her a doctor, then forget it. I don't want to cause any more trouble."
"But..." The prison guard was baffled. Should he just let his own sister continue to go crazy like this?
He Jin turned back and smiled at him before leaving.
Perhaps living a crazy life is the most severe punishment God could give her.
When Helin Yue was sick, which of the doctors that Jiamin found for her told the truth?
He Jin walked out of the detention center.
The sun is shining brightly today, the sky is azure, and the air is filled with the scent of summer. The palm trees lining the road seem to have grown taller again.
He Jin thought of Nie Xin and was about to send him a message when a voice message came in.
"Ah Jin, my performance is going to fall apart."
...
Ever since Sang Qing entered the VIP ward, she has been taking care of Nie Xin tirelessly.
At this point, Nie Xin's self-image is that of a glorious and noble person who bravely saves his girlfriend, gets shot in the shoulder blade, and falls into a coma due to excessive blood loss.
However, ever since Sang Qing, dressed in sterile clothing, came to the VIP ward to take care of him, his image has become a popular element in novels: a husband in a vegetative state lying in bed, unable to open his eyes...
Several days passed, and Nie Xin didn't even dare to turn over, lying there stiffly every day—if you're going to put on an act, you have to do it properly!
But now, he's about to break down.
"Ah Jin, I really can't take it anymore. You have no idea how tiring it is to lie here like this every day!"
"Are you going to continue playing dead?" He Jin laughed. "You actually came up with this kind of plan just to get Sang Qing's attention! By the way, I was seriously considering abolishing the hereditary title system when I mentioned it last time!"
"Ah Jin!" Nie Xin cried out the name in despair.
“But then again,” Nie Xin smiled and lowered her voice, “this girl takes very good care of me! She helps me turn over and wash every day, and when she has free time, she holds my hand and chats with me…”
"You have no idea how beautiful her voice is!"
"Hey, shall I send you a clip so you can listen to it?"
He Jin was too lazy to waste words with him and simply hung up the phone.
Nie Xin lay on the bed, staring at the black screen and grinning foolishly, when suddenly her hand slipped...
The phone hit him hard in the face!
Nie Xin's face was contorted in pain.
Just then someone came in, and he quickly hid his phone under his pillow.
"Uncle?" It was Sang Qing's pleasant voice. "I just went to change into my sterile gown. Are you bored lying here all alone? How about I play some music for you?"
"Huh?" Sang Qing walked closer and saw that his handsome face, especially the bridge of his nose, had a patch of red, as if he had just been hit by something...
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