Tragic death and rebirth, married to the abstinent uncle and was spoiled crazy

Lin Mingqian looked at Lin Tingwan in confusion and slowly said, "Of course your brother is fine. What could possibly happen to him?"

"It's good that everything is fine, it's good that everything is fine..." Lin Tingwan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In his previous life, Lin Yuehong died on the battlefield. Lin Tingwan was actually a very selfish person. The battlefield was ever-changing and nothing could be predicted.

Regardless of others, she didn't want anything to happen to her brother, that was all.

But despite this, Lin Tingwan was still extremely worried. She asked Lin Mingqian again and again, "Is my brother really okay?"

Lin Mingqian nodded helplessly, "It's really okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tingwan heard that familiar voice, "Dad and Mom! Yangyang! I'm back."

The first one to react was Song Yingyue. She walked quickly forward, looked at Lin Yuehong with red eyes, and patted his shoulder again and again.

Unhappy, he said, "What are you going to do? Why didn't you tell mother before leaving? Do you know how worried I am about you?"

"Okay, Mom, it's all my fault. Don't hold it against me." He smiled and reached out to wipe the tears from Song Yingyue's face.

"I'm back safely, aren't I?" As he said this, he turned around in front of the two of them to show that he was fine.

Lin Tingwan sighed helplessly and walked quickly to his side, "Brother——"

"Hey Yangyang, what's wrong with you? Who made us unhappy?"

Lin Tingwan's expression was not very good, and he kept staring at Lin Yuehong, "Brother, do you remember what you promised me when you left?"

Lin Yuehong smiled and looked at Lin Tingwan and slowly said, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, Yangyang, don't hold it against me. There were reasons for what happened at that time, and it's not easy to tell you military secrets."

After these words were spoken, Lin Tingwan finally realized why Lin Mingqian never said anything. It turned out to be like this.

She narrowed her eyes and asked with some dissatisfaction, "Did Pei Jinan find a way to take you there?"

When she thought that there was a chance that Lin Yuehong would die on the battlefield, Lin Tingwan no longer cared about etiquette. Fortunately, Pei Jinan was not in front of her, otherwise Lin Tingwan might have started cursing directly.

Lin Yuehong touched his nose and was not going to say anything, but Lin Tingwan was too familiar with his action and said directly, "I know."

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Lin Yuehong quickly said, "Yangyang, I asked the King of Zhenbei to take me there, so don't look for him."

"Am I such an unreasonable person in my brother's eyes?"

But there is no doubt that Lin Tingwan will find a way to retaliate. As for what method she will use, she has not figured it out yet.

In the Zhenbei Palace, Pei Jinan couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and he let out a hiss.

Pei Jinan's chest was heaving violently. The wound on his shoulder was deep and bloody, as if something had pierced deeply into his shoulder.

He tried his best to control his breathing, but his body continued to tremble and the pool of blood on his clothes grew larger and larger.

The sun in the sky gradually sank, and the red light of the setting sun shone on Pei Jinan's face, highlighting his painful but determined expression. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

"My wound has been here for half a month, why hasn't it healed yet?"

The doctor frowned and said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be poison."

As soon as these words came out, Qingyu hurried forward and asked with a worried look on his face, "What kind of poison is it? Is there an antidote?"

The doctor shook his head helplessly, "I am not very knowledgeable. I can tell it is poisonous, but I have never seen this kind of poison."

Qingyu was suddenly a little flustered, and quickly turned around and said, "Master, I will go and ask the imperial physician to treat you."

Pei Jinan shook his head calmly, as if he was not the one poisoned. He said in a cold voice, "Just bandage it for me."

The doctor frowned and said, "Your Highness, if this wound doesn't heal, there's no point in bandaging it."

"Bandage it." There was a chill in his voice. The doctor had no choice but to reach out and re-bandage the wound.

"Your Highness, please stay away from water, eat no greasy food, and avoid seafood."

"I saved it. Qingyu sent the doctor out."

"It's the prince."

Pei Jinan looked serious as he played with the jade pendant around his waist, not knowing what he was thinking about. Qingyu soon came back and stood quietly beside Pei Jinan's bed. He wanted to speak several times but finally stopped himself.

"Just say whatever you want."

"Since you are poisoned, why doesn't the master let me find someone to treat you?" Qingyu's tone was full of confusion towards Pei Jinan.

Pei Jinan sighed and said, "This injury is most likely from the palace."

After that, Pei Jinan's eyes were deep, and he said, "But I still don't know who poisoned me."

If Lin Yuehong had not noticed that something was wrong with the Beixiang man and taken him off his horse that day, he might have been dead by now.

In fact, after such a long time, he had vaguely realized that there was something wrong with the wound.

Even after such a long time, the wound did not heal and instead showed a tendency to fester, but his body did not feel any discomfort.

On the way back to Shangjing City, Pei Jinan did ask other doctors, but the results were all the same: the patient was poisonous, but they didn't know what the poison was.

Along the way, no matter whether it was a rural doctor or a famous doctor, they all got the same result. He didn't expect that the famous doctor in the capital was still like this. In this case, he still needed to find the person who poisoned him.

Is it His Majesty or Pei Yanli?

Your Majesty doesn't seem like someone who would do such a dirty thing. He would frame him behind his back, but poisoning is definitely not something he would do.

He also knew that Pei Yanli was still a gentleman at heart.

But if Lin Tingwan is forced into a desperate situation, that may not be the case. I will try it out tomorrow.

Pei Yanli narrowed his eyes and thought.

Several maids stood with their hands hanging by their sides, bowed their heads and dared not utter a word.

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly tense, as if a storm would come at any time.

Pei Yanli, dressed in brocade clothes, walked back and forth in the palace alone, his face full of anger. He had a letter in his hand, and he threw the letter to the ground angrily.

"Useless things!"

Changfeng behind him lowered his head and dared not say a word.

Pei Yanli waved his hand to let the maids leave. When there were only two people left in the hall, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed Changfeng's collar tightly, and his face was full of displeasure.

"If you can't even handle such a small matter, what's the point of raising you?" His tone was cold and his brows were furrowed.