"You said you just eat, drink and have fun every day, which is fine. I didn't expect you to achieve success. My huge Ancheng Mansion is enough to support you for a lifetime. But you just like to commit suicide. Now you listened to the instigation of a few mean servants and went to such a dangerous place to race horses. Do you know that the Sixth Princess fell to her death there? Now you wish your mother and I and your father would collect your body?"
"Even if you don't think about me or yourself, you should think about your father. Your father has always been in poor health. If he knew that you had this, he would be heartbroken again. If he gets sick by then, you will return me as your husband."
"You must stay in the palace now and don't go anywhere. If you dare to go out again, I will break your legs."
King An Cheng scolded for a long time but heard no response. In the past, his daughter always liked to argue with her. She would retort to whatever she said. She said everything, but she ignored it and didn't take it to heart at all.
The girl was lying on the bed with her eyes slightly lowered. Where King An Cheng couldn't see, her hands were clenched tightly under the quilt. Her lips were tightly pursed, almost forming a stiff straight line. Her little face was pale and bloodless, and her body was trembling slightly.
The more King Ancheng looked, the more he felt something was wrong.
Thinking of a possibility, she was shocked and said shockingly, "Daughter, you must have fallen and become stupid. No, Doctor Liu..."
King An Cheng stood up and was about to drag Doctor Liu out, but the next second, a hand grabbed his sleeve.
The girl raised her pale, sickly face slightly, mustered up the courage to look at King An Cheng, and whispered, "Mother, Zichu is fine. I, I will listen to you."
Prince An Cheng's heart was at ease. He rubbed her hair lovingly with his warm hands. "That's good. Have a good rest. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, be sure to tell mother."
"Um."
The girl closed her eyes, and King An Cheng tucked in the quilt for her before turning and leaving.
King An Cheng's footsteps gradually faded away. The girl on the bed opened her eyes, sat up with difficulty, and looked around the magnificent house.
Nothing in the house was accessible to her in her previous identity.
The memories in her mind reminded her that for some unknown reason, she had become Qin Zichu, the prince of Ancheng Palace.
The Crown Prince, what a high-ranking official he was for her, who had never even seen a clerk in the county government before. No, this was not an official position, but a hereditary title.
A big pie fell on her head, and it took Qin Zichu more than half a month to recover.
Half a month was enough for her to understand how happy Qin Zichu was.
He has everything: wealth, honor, and parental love.
It can be said that as long as he does not kill, burn, rape or plunder, Qin Zichu can do whatever he wants in the capital.
That day, in the garden, Qin Zichu was lying on the chaise longue and eating grapes.
The grapes were tribute from the Western Regions, and the emperor specially rewarded some to King Ancheng, who sent all the grapes to her.
The bandage on his forehead had been removed. When he fell off his horse, a big hole was broken on his forehead. It was an injury that almost cost the original owner his life. Now, the wound has scabbed over. In recent days, it has become more and more itchy. If Qin Zichu had not been concerned about leaving scars, he would have wanted to scratch it.
The maid beside her was waving a fan, and a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers came.
The garden is full of orchids of various colors. It is said that they were planted by her mother, who is crazy about her husband, just because her father likes orchids.
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