Staring at Zongzheng Xiaoting's departing figure, Gong Yunyang pursed his lips to suppress the rage in his heart.

Zong Zheng Xiaoting, who seemed to be leaving carefree, had a frown on his face. He walked out of the palace with a heavy heart and headed towards the Zhan Palace. He closed his eyes and rested on the carriage, but his mind was full of how to lure the enemy into the trap. Gongsun Zixing's grievances needed to be resolved most urgently, but the person hiding in the third party should not be underestimated. If I hadn't been able to read micro-expressions, I'm afraid I would have suspected that it was Gong Yunyang's doing. Then, would Situ Xunxiao do the same?

Just when Zong Zheng Situ's mind was in a mess, she didn't even notice that the carriage stopped at Prince Zhan's mansion.

"Princess?" Qingqing was waiting outside the car, but there was no response from Zongzheng Xiaoting.

"Princess?" Qingqing called again.

Just as she began to get anxious and hurriedly opened the door curtain, she saw her master's face full of sorrow and deep in thought. Qingqing knew that if she couldn't get the princess to respond after a few consecutive sentences, it would prove that the princess had something important to sort out and no one could interrupt her.

Qingqing waved to the person who was about to speak, and then she stood aside.

After more than half an hour, Zongzheng Xiaoting gradually relaxed his frown, raised his eyes, and looked outside the car. He slightly bent his body, and with Qingqing's support, he slowly walked into the palace. However, the closer he went to Yunxiao Courtyard, the more he felt that the faces of the maids were terribly solemn.

"What happened in the palace?" Zong Zheng Xiaoting frowned and glanced at everyone's face full of fear and trepidation.

"The prince was very drunk, and no one could enter the study. Those who were late in delivering wine were punished." Qingqing sighed, "Didn't Ningshuang tell the princess that the prince went to the prison?"

"So what?" Zong Zheng Xiaoting raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of confusion.

"The prince has been drinking like this since he came back from the prison." Qingqing looked at Zongzheng Xiaoting with some concern, "Princess, have you provoked the prince again?"

"Hmm?" Zong Zheng Xiao Ting raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean again?"

Seeing that her master was somewhat unhappy, Qingqing laughed dryly a few times, "In fact, Qingqing doesn't need to ask, everyone knows it. The prince used to be so cold that strangers didn't want to get close to him. Now, although it's still the same, but now, the princess can easily tease the prince's mood."

Zong Zheng Xiaoting remained silent. She glanced at Qingqing and said nothing before heading towards Yunxiao Courtyard. However, her hurried steps still revealed her worries at the moment.

Halfway through the journey, he was stopped in a hurry by Qin Xiao.

"Princess!" Qin Xiao's tone was filled with a hint of anxiety.

"Stand up." Zong Zheng Xiaoting waved his hand.

"The prince's wound has relapsed. No one can persuade him, so please move, Princess." Qin Xiao looked worried.

Zong Zheng Xiaoting frowned slightly, "Since it is a recurrence of the wound, we should call the imperial physician."

"But no one can get close to the prince now, so the princess can only try." Qin Xiao blocked Zong Zheng Xiaoting's way firmly, "The prince's wound under the cliff before was not healed, and he held on for a few times afterwards, which actually delayed it. I understand that the princess and the prince are unhappy now, but..."

"Let's go take a look." Zong Zheng Xiaoting sighed, turned back, and headed towards the study on the right. He left in a hurry, without seeing the smile on Qin Xiao's face.

At the door of the study, before anyone arrived, Zong Zheng Xiaoting smelled the pungent smell of alcohol. Such a smell made her frown tightly. How drunk must he be to have such a strong effect?

The people waiting in front of the study were all waiting anxiously. Two familiar figures were also pacing back and forth in front.

"I've met the princess." The maids who saw Zong Zheng Xiaoting saluted excitedly as if they were saved. However, Lin Yin and Xiang Bichi, who had just arrived and were pacing nearby, were somewhat reluctant.

Taking in everyone's expressions, Zong Zheng Xiaoting nodded slightly, "Everyone, get up."

"Thank you, Princess."

"Qingqing, take them all down. I want to talk to the prince." Zongzheng Xiaoting instructed Qingqing, but before he finished speaking, Xiang Bichi pretended to be kind and advised, "Princess, the prince just said that no one is allowed to disturb you. Sister Yin was almost injured because she wanted to persuade the prince out of pity. The princess is a precious body, so you really need to take better care of it. Otherwise, when the prince wakes up from his drunkenness, won't you blame yourself?"

"No one has ever dared to question my decision." Zong Zheng Xiaoting looked at Xiang Bichi with a raised eyebrow, "Besides, didn't anyone tell Miss Bichi about my rules? I didn't ask you a question, do you have the right to speak?"

"Bitch is also thinking about the princess." Xiang Bitch knelt down neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Zong Zheng Xiaoting didn't say much, he just lowered his eyes and flicked his sleeves, "Qingqing."

"Qingqing is here."

"Teach the three ladies a lesson on how to behave like this princess." Zong Zheng Xiaoting pushed the door open and shouted a threat to Situ Xunxiao in the room, "If you hit me, I will definitely return it double without mercy. My Lord, don't get so drunk that you don't even know how to settle the bill."

Everyone present couldn't help but gasp. Was the princess trying to threaten the drunk and violent prince? And she had made up her mind. If the prince hit her once, would she hit him back twice?

Just as they held their breath and waited for movement in the house, another crackling sound was heard, but this time, it did not come towards the door.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and all they could hear was the gnashing of the prince's teeth, and his somewhat drunken voice, "You... you deserve to die, you dare to take me away."

Those who wanted to continue eavesdropping heard an angry voice coming from inside the house, "All of you, get out."

Amidst the rage, there was still a chilling temperature. For a moment, no one dared to stay any longer and dispersed.

Zong Zheng Xiaoting frowned as he looked at the debris all over the room. He carefully avoided the places where he might get hurt and walked closer step by step. "Situ Xunxiao, do you want to die?"

Suppressing his concern, Zong Zheng Xiaoting lowered his voice.

"Do you care?" The drunk man's eyes were red and he looked decadent and defeated, which made Zongzheng Xiaoting frown even more. His eyes fell on the shoulder blade stained with blood, and his face couldn't help but darken.

"Situ Xunxiao, you... um..." With his lips suddenly blocked, Zongzheng Xiaoting's eyes widened in surprise and forgot to resist for a moment.

The warm feeling came from his lips, but was quickly carried into his nostrils by the smell of alcohol, and Zong Zheng Xiaoting finally came to his senses.