In just a few days, the situation has changed dramatically.

All two thousand Dingbei troops were put under supervision. Anyone who participated in the killing of the victims would be punished with death. Those who refused to save their lives would be dismissed from the military. Those who drank alcohol would be punished according to military regulations.

When Zhang Shuncheng died, Lingyun suddenly lost his dog-headed military advisor.

However, misfortunes never come singly. Yue Jinyan, who never goes out to restaurants, actually fell out of the window of Zuixian Tower. Everyone on the street saw Ling Yun's head sticking out of the window!

All of a sudden, Ling Yun, who was drinking to soothe his sorrows at Zuixian Tower, was escorted from Zuixian Tower to the capital office with his hands cut behind his back. It was hard for the people in the capital not to comment.

Ding Yueluo was stationed in the relief camp, eating and living with the victims. She ran around every day, either delivering porridge to the elderly or playing games with the children. She relied on the enthusiasm that warmed Pei Anan to

The shadow cast on the faces of the victims dissipated.

Nowadays, the common people in the capital talk about the prince Ling Yun, who no longer protects his family and country with majesty, but is brave and foolhardy, killing people in the street.

The victims were all singing Pei An, Nan and Ding Yueluo, and even Xie Chenghe had to step back a little.

Pei Annan "recovered" and went to court. There were no more tense Yue Jinyan and Ling Yun in the court hall, and it suddenly felt much more refreshing.

When the ministers saw that she was so happy and contented, not at all like recovering from a serious illness, they most likely understood in their hearts, and they became much more sincere when they bowed their heads.

Seeing those heads knocking on the ground sincerely, Pei Anan finally smiled.

But Xie Chenghe, who was still in a coma, didn't know this.

Pei Anan went to see Xie Chenghe as soon as he went to court. The imperial doctors hesitated and said that the injury was no longer serious, but even if he didn't wake up, there was nothing they could do.

The group of imperial doctors were trembling with fear, fearing that Pei Anan would kill people at every turn like before, so they all hunched their backs and shrank their necks, not daring to express their anger.

But Pei Anan just looked gloomily and waved his hand, telling everyone to disperse.

There was silence in the Xuanyi Hall. There was a charcoal basin next to the bed, which was filled with animal gold charcoal. It was burning vigorously, and Pei Annan's face was slightly red.

She sat on the head of Xie Chenghe's bed with a straight face and no expression in her eyes.

As soon as she reached out her hand, she lifted up a corner of the brocade quilt covering Xie Chenghe. Looking at the scars on his body, Pei Annan felt sour in her heart for the first time.

Two years ago at the palace, because of Yue Zhirou's incident, Xie Chenghe was shocked to realize how helpless he was if he didn't know how to ride a horse, so he asked Pei Annan to teach him how to ride a horse with a cold face.

Pei Anan remembered that at that time, she secretly scolded this dog man for being different from what he appeared to be. He obviously wanted something from others, but he still pretended to be aloof, which was off-putting.

But the next moment, Xie Chenghe took out two packages of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes wrapped in oil paper from behind and handed them to her with both hands:

"Don't you like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most? There are so many cakes in the East Palace, but you only want this one. If you promise to teach me, I will bring it to you every day."

For the sake of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Pei Annan spent the second half of the palace trip teaching Xie Chenghe how to ride horses.

Xie Chenghe was very tall, and when he was riding on a horse, he attracted the attention of many girls from aristocratic families. However, he was self-possessed and indifferent, never even looking back at them.

Pei Annan folded his hands with a sarcastic look on his face, glanced at the circle of posing girls, and secretly thought that they were now leaning towards Baba. If he was really taken aback, he would know that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Who wants to marry such a pedantic old man for the rest of his life?

After a moment of distraction, Xie Chenghe's horse ran forward a few steps, causing Xie Chenghe to fall backwards in surprise and almost fall off the horse.

"You have to hold the reins!" Pei Annan ran very fast on two legs, chasing after Xie Chenghe, reaching out to grab the saddle, and seeing Xie Chenghe sit up straight, he let go.

She didn't dare to be distracted anymore. If anything happened to the imperial master, she, a down-and-out princess, couldn't afford it. So in the days that followed, her eyes were glued to Xie Chenghe, and she didn't dare to move away at all.

Even so, something happened.

One day when he went hunting, Xie Chenghe, a fool, insisted on going with him, but some fool missed his arrow and pierced his back.

There was no one around, so it was Pei Annan who brought Xie Chenghe back to the palace. Regardless of the difference between men and women, he tore off his clothes, bandaged and treated his injuries.

It was also at this time that she saw for the first time how many scars there were on the young master who looked as clear as jade.

The scars were neither deep nor shallow, nor fatal, but they hurt just by looking at them. Most of them were scratched with sharp objects, but Pei Anan was keenly aware that it didn't seem that simple.

She had been tortured many times in the East Palace and had been ill for a long time. She could tell at a glance that the angle and force of the injuries were very even, and they were all caused by Xie Chenghe himself.

Xie Chenghe was already half-conscious at that time, but he still held up his clothes with one hand to cover the scar, and then said to her: "Don't look at it."

"Stop scaring you."

The incense in Xuanyi Hall was burned out, and the scent of soothing incense that was quite strong just now gradually faded away.

Pei Annan also came to his senses and reached out to lightly touch the two latest blood marks on Xie Chenghe's waist.

At that time, she didn't know why, and she even secretly suspected that Xie Chenghe had some shameful habits, and she often criticized him.

But now, when she looked at the crisscross scars on Xie Chenghe's body, she could actually match each one.

This is because of Ni Shan's son, and this is because of Lu Yuan.

These are the three veterans she executed when she first came to the throne. These are her father and brother.

Xie Chenghe kept the names of her murderers in his heart one by one. The murders she committed were engraved on his body one by one, and he used his own broken parts to cut them apart to inscribe her crimes.

If it had been before, Pei Annan would have thought that Xie Chenghe hated her to the core and would not hesitate to use this method to record her sins.

But now, as her fingertips traced the scars, her mind was filled with Xie Chenghe's apologetic words that day:

——"I didn't teach you well."

--"It was my fault."

Pei Annan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't realize she shed tears until a drop of tear fell on Xie Chenghe.

"Who do you think you are?" Her voice was low, sulky, contemptuous, and majestic, but it was more tender and gentle that she didn't know she had.

"I will bear the sin of killing myself, I don't need you."

She closed her eyes and spent a thousand points to purchase a muscle-cleansing and marrow-cleansing tool, and filled in Xie Chenghe in the user column.

With a flash of golden light, Xie Chenghe's injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the deep or shallow scars were fading one after another.

Xie Chenghe was immersed in the darkness and felt cold all over. Suddenly he felt a burst of warmth and rushed over involuntarily.

His eyelashes trembled, and he forced himself to open his eyes, but he only narrowed them a little. But through that crack, he caught a glimpse of the person he wanted to see the most.

"An Nan...I'm not dead?"

Xie Chenghe half-closed his eyes and struggled to look at Pei Annan.

But when he saw her raising her hand, she put her nails on his face and scratched her neck. It was so cold that he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

A familiar voice came, with a condescending tone:
Chapter completed!