Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

"Doctor, please treat the prince's burn quickly." Ye Han urged.

The doctor stepped forward, picked up Ye Nanxuan's hand, and examined it, "Don't worry, the hand is not seriously injured. Apply some medicine and take care of it for a few days and it will be fine. There won't even be any scars."

"Okay, you'll be here when it's time to change the dressing."

"Yes." After the doctor left, Ye Han called the housekeeper to clean up the messy house and put away all the red silk in the house.

The next day, after Wen Jingxiao buried Wen Zhiyue's coffin, he returned to Xuanchen Courtyard. He was as tired as a rickety old man.

Xuemei and Luo Chuan came to Xuanchen Courtyard in plain clothes. Wen Jingxiao looked at the two of them, frowning, "Yue'er is gone, and there is nothing to protect the General's Mansion. Luo Chuan should go back to Dark Moon Tower. As for Xuemei, who grew up with Yue'er since childhood, can be considered an old man in the General's Mansion. If you have nowhere to go, just stay in the General's Mansion and take care of your mother when she returns to Beijing."

"My eldest son, I have left you a letter." Xuemei took out the letter from her arms and handed it into Wen Jingxiao's hands. Luo Chuan also closed the door and windows.

Seeing the strange behavior of the two people, Wen Jingxiao quickly opened the envelope, took out the letter, and looked at the words on the letter. A smile appeared on Wen Jingxiao's face, his eyes were bright, and he began to cry loudly with a trembling head. The heartache and helplessness broke through the defense line in his heart at this moment, and he cried and laughed.

"Is this true?" He met the confirming gazes of Luo Chuan and Xuemei, and circled the ground a few times, "That's great, that's great." He wiped his tears, don't worry, you two will be together tomorrow Then he went to Pancheng with Yue'er. When he arrived in Pancheng, he had to take good care of her and told her, "Don't let it happen again. I can't stand such a fright." Wen Jingxiao scolded her with choked sobs.

"Okay, we will definitely tell the girl when we get to Pancheng." Xuemei agreed softly while holding back tears.

Wen Jingxiao looked at the candle on the desk with dignity. He lit the letter, looked at the ashes falling on the ground, and sighed, "Does the prince know Yue'er's plan?"

"My lord, I don't know." Xuemei met Wen Jingxiao's gaze and answered softly.

"Ha, if the prince knows about this, I don't know if he will be happy or angry." Wen Jingxiao's relaxed brows showed pride, "I like to see the prince angry."

"My eldest son, you will have to be sad tomorrow. You can't be so refreshed." Xuemei glanced at Luochuan and met Wen Jingxiao's eyes and warned softly.

"I know, I will report my illness tomorrow, stay at home for half a month, and sort out the relevant information of the ministers in the court. I can't let Yue'er get hurt anymore." Wen Jingxiao sighed silently.

"Will Ye Zhao be with you tomorrow?"

"In order not to make the prince suspicious, Ye Zhao has returned to the prince's palace."

"I don't know how Ye Nanxuan will treat this girl after she returns to the palace." Wen Jingxiao sighed with a hint of helplessness.

"Young Master, don't worry. The girl gave Ye Zhao the amulet, and Ye Zhao will be fine."

"That's good. Yue'er takes the overall situation into consideration and is meticulous in doing things, which makes people feel distressed." Wen Jingxiao's eyes were full of worry and heartache.

"Okay, I'll take you out of the house early tomorrow morning. It's getting late, so go back and get some rest early."

"Yes." Luo Chuan opened the door and walked out with Xuemei.

Ye Zhao returned to the palace and was greeted by Ye Han, "Has everything been dealt with at the general's palace?"

"Everything has been taken care of. How is the prince doing?"

"Your Majesty was in the main courtyard and got angry for a while. He is resting in the main courtyard now." Ye Han had no expression on his face. He stared at Ye Zhao and asked tentatively, "Is the princess really gone?"

Ye Zhao didn't reply to Ye Han, and she walked straight to the main courtyard.

She walked into the main room and looked at Ye Nanxuan lying on the bed. Although she couldn't bear it, she just frowned.

The morning sunlight shone into the room. There was no blood on Ye Nanxuan's pale face, and the chapped lips were slightly bloodshot. He opened his eyes and looked at the quiet and elegant room in front of him. His forbearing thoughts condensed with lovesickness, making him He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Ye Han shouted nervously beside the bed.

Ye Zhao walked in from the door, quickly took out the apron from his waist, and gave Ye Nanxuan acupuncture. A quarter of an hour later, Ye Nanxuan slowly closed his eyes, and Ye Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"How's it going? Is the prince in good health?" Ye Han covered Ye Nanxuan with a quilt and looked at Ye Zhao nervously.

"Your Majesty, the depression in your heart is too deep. If you don't relieve the pain of lovesickness, I'm afraid the depression will turn into tuberculosis."

"What should we do? The princess is not here, how can we relieve the depression in our heart." Ye Han looked at Ye Zhao anxiously.

"I can only burn incense and give it a try."

"How to try?"

"Guard the prince's room tonight, don't let anyone get close, let the prince have a good sleep." Ye Zhao looked at Ye Nanxuan, who was lifeless on the bed, with guilt in his eyes.

"Okay." I personally led someone to guard it.

At night, there was silence in the palace. Ye Zhao lit special spices beside the bed. The smoke from the burning spices was breathtaking.

Ye Nanxuan on the bed was sometimes crazy, sometimes angry, and sometimes gentle. Slowly, a trace of redness appeared on his pale face, and he suddenly woke up from his dream.

"You're back." Ye Nanxuan's cold face showed no expression at all.

"Yes, the girl was buried yesterday."

"Since she has left, you should go back to Zhufeng Mountain." Ye Nanxuan glanced at Ye Zhao indifferently.

"When the girl leaves, she asked me to stay with the prince and help her take care of him. How can Ye Zhao not be trustworthy?"

Ha, Ye Nanxuan smiled contemptuously, "You do listen to her words. Then do you remember what I said."

Listening to Ye Nanxuan's violent roar, Ye Zhao lowered his head and said, "The girl left something for me to give to the prince."

Ye Zhao took out the half piece of jade from his waist and handed it to Ye Nanxuan's hand. Ye Nanxuan took the jade, looked at it carefully, and looked at Ye Zhao questioningly.

Ye Zhao gently tapped the bottom of the jade, only to hear a crisp sound, and a small bamboo slip was exposed at the bottom of the jade.

Pulling out the bamboo slip, Ye Nanxuan carefully looked at the word "生" on it, his eyes suddenly turned red and filled with tears.

"What does she mean?" Ye Nanxuan struggled to sit up and stared at Ye Zhao.

"I don't know." Ye Zhao shook his head gently.

"Ye Zhao, tell me whether she is still alive." Ye Nanxuan roared with all his strength.

"The girl has gone. She hopes that the prince will live, avenge her, kill Yu Wenjing, and unify Yuehuan. Why can't the prince understand the girl's difficulties?"

"She is in trouble, why didn't she tell me where she put me?" Ye Nanxuan stared at Ye Zhao closely. He wanted to find a flaw in Ye Zhao's expression to convince him that Wen Zhiyue was still alive. A living flaw.

"If the prince keeps this jade, he will keep it. If the prince doesn't care about it, he will return it to Ye Zhao." After saying that, Ye Zhao went to Ye Nanxuan to take the jade. Ye Nanxuan quickly grabbed the jade and said, "I want you to keep it." Exit, please go out, I want to rest."