Jun Ye's fingertips that were holding her wrist slipped quietly into her sleeves, and he leaned over to kiss her.

"Hey, little liar."

Is this so serious? He thinks about it all the time, and the slightest disturbance can make him have countless thoughts.

Mo Qin didn't know what made him distrust him so much.

Even though he argued in every possible way and explained it several times, he never really believed it.

But he asked himself to treat him. He is really a contradictory person.

"Are you happy today?"

Jun Ye began to remove the hairpins from Mo Qin's head. If there were too many, she would be too heavy. His eyes fell on Mo Qin's face, trying to see the emotions in her eyes.

Are you happy that Junchen completely broke his leg, or are you happy that his wedding didn’t happen?

Neither of those is good.

Her happiness was unreasonable.

He wants to think too much again.

After taking the medicine for many days, he rarely lost control of his temper. The anger that was always restless in his heart had dissipated.

But he knew that his violence was still there, hidden deep in his heart, and it was a part of him that truly belonged to him.

Mo Qin couldn't understand what he meant, so he asked similar questions twice.

She raised her eyes, her light brown eyes sparkling, "Then should I be happy or shouldn't I be happy?"

Jun Ye's Adam's apple twitched slightly, but he did not answer her words.

He took off all the pearls and gems on her head. The girl's black hair was half scattered on her shoulders. His hand slowly moved to her earlobe and gently took off her earrings.

Then he started talking about something else.

"Do you know how many offers are made every day to persuade me to draft a concubine?"

He doesn't know what the girl likes about Jun Chen, nor does he know how to make her like him.

He can only tell her over and over again that what he can do is what others can't do.

But in Mo Qin's eyes, isn't it normal to only have each other?

She looked at Jun Ye suspiciously, and had other thoughts about the "concubine" he mentioned many times.

"Do you want to take a concubine?"

"There is no man in the world who does not have three wives and four concubines. I am the only one who has you. I am the emperor. As long as you want it, I can bring it to you."

At this point, he curled up his lips and smiled, his voice full of joy.

"Qinqin, there will be no one in this world who treats you better than me."

Jun Ye took out a dagger. The scabbard was golden in color and inlaid with several blood-red gems. He pulled out the dagger and handed the handle into Mo Qin's hand.

The blade is extremely sharp and glows with a silvery cold light.

He held Mo Qin's hand and put the tip of the knife against his heart. The surface of the knife reflected the madness in his eyes.

He was still smiling until this moment.

Not only was he physically ill, he was also mentally ill.

"If I betray you, you can pierce my heart."

"I only want you, can you also only want me?"

The tip of the knife was touching and he was still pressing forward. Mo Qin's eyelids twitched and he quickly threw the dagger aside.

"Are you crazy?"

"It's not just you, who else? Jun Ye, I've said it many times, but you don't believe it."

Mo Qin's voice was a little cold, but it was more helpless.

My physical illness is cured, but my mental problems are getting worse. What’s going on?

Without the barrier, he hugged Mo Qin and was as intimate as ever.

"If you say it a few more times, maybe I'll believe it."

Only the person who gives it can say whether it is enough or not.

He personally ended the possibility of her and Jun Chen; he caused a rift between her and the Mo Mansion; he doted on her and protected her openly and openly; those courtiers lowered their heads and wanted to stuff people into his harem, watching with eager eyes.

Looking at the position next to her.

He placed her in an isolated city, and only by choosing him and standing by his side could she be safe and sound.

But he still felt that he couldn't trap her.

Every time she left the palace, he felt like letting a bird fly and never come back in the blink of an eye.

He is restless, he is going crazy.

Jun Chen struggled to open his eyes, and the bright red bed curtain came into view.

He couldn't feel his legs.

Lying beside the bed was a dark head. It was Liang Yubing. She was still wearing a red wedding dress and had not changed out of it.

The long coma seemed to have consumed all the strength in his body. After trying several times, Jun Chen successfully raised his arm, grabbed Liang Yubing's hair and tore it hard.

"Ah!!" Liang Yubing woke up with a sudden pain in her scalp. She raised her head and met Jun Chen's gloomy eyes. Her back stiffened and she forced out a smile.

"Cousin...cousin, you, are you awake?!"

She swallowed and quickly stood up from the bed, her legs trembling with soreness.

"I'm going to call the doctor."

Soon there were the sounds of panicked and messy footsteps outside, and the housekeeper and the imperial doctor hurried in.

The imperial doctor made an examination and said that when the person woke up, there was probably no danger for his life, but his legs were worse than before. He would be very afraid of cold in the future, and his body would be damaged, so he would need decoctions and medicines.

From now on, he will be nothing more than a medicine jar.

Jun Chen's face turned dark as he listened, and his eyes lost their brightness.

The furnishings in the house remained as they were on the wedding day, but the red ornaments and silk fabrics only made him feel like he was in hell.

It's not joy, it's despair.

The imperial doctor prescribed another prescription, the housekeeper sent the patient out, and the room became much quieter.

Jun Chen turned to look at Liang Yubing.

She had a chicken coop on her head, her clothes were wrinkled and messy, and her eyes were still stained with thick bruises. She just stood at a distance, not daring to come forward.

Jun Chen was in a coma for three days. During these three days, the housekeeper locked her in the room to guard Jun Chen.

When Jun Chen wakes up, she can go out.

Of course she was not happy and wanted to use her status as princess to suppress him, but it was of no use.

It was also at this time that she realized that besides Jun Chen, the housekeeper had the most power in the palace. She had lived in the palace for several months and thought she was the mistress, but in fact she was just a decoration in the palace.

Seeing Jun Chen looking at her, she clasped the hem of her clothes with both hands, and tears welled up without any further preparation.

"Cousin, just wake up. You don't know how worried I am about you."

She touched her hair nervously, "Cousin, don't stare at me like this. I must be ugly now. I have been watching you day and night these days, and I haven't slept well, and I haven't had time to change my clothes..."

Jun Chen's deep gaze was unwavering, as if he had already seen through Liang Yubing's tricks.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Ah? Three...three days."

Liang Yubing wanted to say something nice for herself again, so the butler came in from the outside, followed by two maids, both carrying food.

"Master, I asked the kitchen to warm up the porridge."

Two beautiful maids came forward, lifted Jun Chen up and half sat up, and brought him porridge.

The housekeeper bowed slightly towards Liang Yubing, and his words were not respectful at all, but he was much better than the previous few days.

"Ms. Liang, you'd better go back to the house first, tidy up your appearance, and then wait on me."

Liang Yubing looked at Jun Chen with red eyes, but the other party didn't even spare her a glance.


Chapter completed!