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Zong Zhao replied, "Okay, I will order people to continue the investigation. I don't think it is that simple, otherwise Zong Yan wouldn't always want to run away."

Xu Wan raised her head and asked, "Have you confirmed that he has not lost his memory?"

Zong Zhao shook his head, "Not so sure. He looked like strangers when he saw us. There was no surprise or other emotions."

Although Luo Jingfeng said that he must not have lost his memory, otherwise he would not let the old master go again and again, but Zong Zhao felt that this might also be because Zong Yan was kind-hearted and did not want to hurt innocent people.

At night, the entire General's Mansion fell into silence.

"Ah——" A scream woke everyone up.

Zong Zhao opened his eyes, quickly looked sideways at his wife who was also frightened, and asked nervously, "Are you scared?"

Pregnant women are most afraid of being frightened. Sudden awakening from a dream may cause fetal turbulence, which is very dangerous for both mother and baby.

Xu Wan was indeed startled, but her heartbeat was a little faster. She quickly replied, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It seems that Zong Yan is calling. Go and have a look."

"I'll be there right away." Zong Zhao quickly put on his clothes and walked out.

All the lights in the house were on.

Green branches and green willows came in to accompany Xu Wan.

Zong Yan's yard was right next to them. When Zong Zhao rushed over, the old marquis had just arrived.

"Yan'er!"

The father and son rushed in and saw Zong Yan screaming in pain. All the servants who took care of him were kicked down and did not dare to come near.

In front of him, Zong Yan was throwing his body onto the bed, falling into a state of rage.

"Zong Yan!"

Zong Zhao quickly went over and saw that it was not enough for him to hit himself, but he was also shouting "Give me the knife, give me the knife!"

Zong Zhao's eyes widened, as if he had guessed something.

The old Marquis was still shouting distressedly, "Yan'er, Yan'er, calm down, what do you want the knife for?"

Zong Yan yelled at him frantically, "Give me the knife!"

The old Marquis shook his head and refused, "No, no, you will hurt yourself, Yan'er..."

As soon as the old Marquis stepped forward and was about to enter the range of the iron chain, Zong Yan scolded him back fiercely, "Go away! Don't come close to me!"

Thousands of miles away, Youguo camped.

Prince Jin'an was playing the flute in his hand, and the dark flute tube emitted a unique vibration frequency, as if calling

"Yan, come back."

"Come back."

"We are all waiting for you."

The General's Mansion.

"Ah -" Zong Yan bumped his arm against the edge of the bed again, and Zong Zhao held his arm down.

After Zong Yan calmed down for a while, he hit him with his leg again. He was so strong that the edge of the bed was knocked off by him.

The old Marquis was concerned and confused. He asked anxiously and distressedly, "Zhao'er, what's wrong with him? How about I bring him a knife?"

Zong Zhao refused with a stern face, "Dad, what are you talking about? Don't you understand yet? He wants the knife because he wants to harm himself!"

"What?!" Old Marquis felt like the sky was falling.

No wonder, no wonder there were so many small wounds on Yan'er's body. He thought someone was hurting Yan'er, but to his surprise, he didn't expect that it was him who made the cuts!

Zong Yan was still struggling fiercely: "Let me go, let me go!"

As long as he goes back and is obedient.

His body will not hurt.

He would no longer endure the pain that was unbearable but more painful than death.

Zong Zhao knocked him out again.

Zong Yan looked in too much pain, and the imperial doctor couldn't find out what was wrong with him, let alone cure him.

The old Marquis breathed a sigh of relief and said anxiously, "What should I do? How could Yan'er become like this?"

Zong Zhao asked, "Didn't it look like this on the way back?"

The old Marquis shook his head and denied, "No, he was very good the whole way and didn't even try to escape. How could...how could he be like this as soon as he got home?"

Zong Zhao thought deeply, "The problem still lies with Prince Jin'an of You Kingdom. I have already sent people to find out Zong Yan's detailed experience in You Kingdom."

"What should I do if Yan'er is in so much pain now? Is there still no change in his pulse?" Old Marquis asked.

Just now, my pulse was unstable due to emotional excitement, but now I checked my pulse and found that it was back to normal.

This pulse condition was strange, and Zong Zhao didn’t know what was going on.

But he thought of Feng Qinglai.

That old poison doctor could develop such a powerful poison. Maybe he might know what happened to Zong Yan?

Thinking of this, he said to the old marquis, "I have a friend who is a Qi Sect medical sage. I will write to him to tell him about the situation. If it is inconvenient for him to come to the house and take a look at Zong Yan's body."

As if he had found a savior, the old Marquis quickly said, "Okay, okay, go quickly, I'm here to watch over Yan'er."

Zong Zhao started writing letters as soon as he returned to his room.

Xu Wan didn't bother him, and waited until he sent the letter before asking, "What's wrong with Zong Yan?"

Zong Zhaoyan said briefly and concisely, "Zong Yan may have unknown toxins in his body. I have written a letter to invite a powerful poison doctor to come into the house. You can go to sleep first. I will go to Zong Yan's room to guard him."

Xu Wan nodded obediently, "Then go ahead. Don't worry about us. The child and I are fine."

Zong Zhao placed a kiss on her forehead and told her, "Go to bed early."

"Yeah, you too."

Zong Zhao went to Zong Yan's courtyard and asked the old marquis to go back to rest and comfort the old lady who was also waiting.

With him personally guarding him, the old Marquis felt relieved and replied, "Then you can watch first. I will come tomorrow and we will take turns guarding Zong Yan."

"good."

After the old marquis left, Zong Zhao thought for a moment, moved the iron chain at Zong Yan's feet to the head of the bed, and lay down on the same bed with his younger brother.

When he was a child, Zong Yan always clung to him.

More time than spending time with my parents.

Either I wanted to practice martial arts with him or play with him. I was reluctant to separate my bed from him when I was seven or eight years old, but sometimes I still wanted to sleep in the same bed with him and kept nagging.

The days that I felt a little annoying when I was a child became countless misses after losing Zong Yan, and now, he is back alive like a surprise from heaven.

Although there are still many problems to be solved and many doubts to be solved, Zong Zhao felt the long-lost peace of mind and satisfaction when he slept next to his brother.

Not long after, Zong Yan woke up again.

The pain in his body made him wake up early, and he started to hit the bed board to ask for a knife, using new pain to cover up another pain. Zong Zhao wanted to control him but couldn't bear it until he saw Zong Yan open his mouth and bite his arm.

"Zong Yan!"

Zong Yan bit so hard that he almost bit off a piece of flesh, but his lips and arms became bloody in an instant.

All of Zong Zhao's reluctance disappeared. He quickly held down Zong Yan's limbs and refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled. "Zong Yan, tell me, tell me how else I can help you relieve the pain besides holding a knife?"

Zong Yan's eyes were bloodshot, veins on his forehead were bulging, and there were tears in his eyes. He was in pain and wronged, and begged in a crying voice, "Brother, it hurts, it hurts so much... Kill me, kill me."

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