Beitang Shuo secretly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xining, who had her eyes closed but her eyebrows were furrowed and her face was full of anxiety. His brows were slightly wrinkled. His wife didn't seem to be in a good mood. But...her face
Why is she so pale? Did her father say something bad to her? But they don’t look alike, could it be...
His eyes fell on Wen Xining's hand that had been covering his chest. Although he did something bad last night, he didn't notice anything strange there. It seemed like he had to study it carefully tonight.
The silly smile on his face was replaced by an evil smile. Unfortunately, Wen Xining, who had her eyes closed, didn't notice it at all. She just thought that this fool had finally calmed down.
Unknowingly, the carriage had stopped at the door of Prince Shuo's Mansion. Quan'er and Chun'er stepped forward to help Wen Xining and Beitang Shuo down. Uncle Fu, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, saw the two get out of the car and hurriedly greeted them.
Come up.
Uncle Fu first raised his head and looked behind him, then dragged Chun'er and asked, "Where is Nanny Lin?"
Chun'er hesitated for a moment and was just thinking about how to answer. Wen Xining on the side snorted and coldly uttered four words: "Death palace."
Quan'er was snickering on the side. Uncle Fu naturally knew that something must have happened in the palace, so he didn't ask any more questions. However, he saw Beitang Shuo pacing with his hands behind his back and said seriously: "Well,
Even if you don't die, you will become stupid. Oh, what a pity, what a pity..."
The four of them looked blankly at Beitang Shuo, who was sighing and walking towards the door. You looked at me, I looked at you, and then... they all made a gesture of wiping sweat.
Because of the pain in her chest, Wen Xining went straight to bed and lay down when she returned to her room. She didn't know where the fool had gone, but she was happy and relaxed. She quietly unbuttoned her clothes and found that her chest was covered in bruises. It must have been the explosion.
I was hit by something heavy, and then I held my breath in the water for such a long time, so it was so serious.
And since she came here, she hasn't had a good rest or taken any medicine or anything. She is getting married, drinking, and making trouble in the palace. It would be strange if it doesn't become serious.
But... her injury obviously cannot be known to others. How can she go to see a doctor secretly?
The more Wen Xining thought about it, the more depressed she became, and finally fell asleep in a daze.
In the study room in a remote corner of Prince Shuo's Mansion.
Beitang Shuo sat quietly at the desk, holding his head with one hand and squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. The face that had always had a silly smile now had a different serious expression than before.
He was thinking very seriously, so seriously that he didn't seem to notice that a figure suddenly appeared behind him.