Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

Zhou Yian nodded slightly at him and walked out with a serious look.

He didn't rush out, and stroked her back again and again, "Is Yu'er angry?"

He knew that he was forcing her, and he repeatedly told her that she was sick and reminded her of this cruel fact.

In his arms, she shook her head but said nothing.

"I'm sorry Yu'er, it's me, I was too worried."

She hugged his arms tighter. How could she not know? She was just afraid, very afraid.

It was as if she was announcing to everyone that she had a terrible experience and that she would become a lunatic, sooner or later.

Zhou Yian was standing outside the house waiting, frowning, thoughts lingering in his mind.

"Don't mind, Brother Zhou. Qingyu is not afraid of anything. He is only afraid of seeing a doctor and taking medicine." Xiao Wenshu, who had been waiting on the side, explained.

"I understand that for Qingyu, every time he sees a doctor, he undoubtedly has to face up to the fact that he is a patient, and he has to analyze his hidden pain for others to see."

He had been observing her recently, originally wanting to make a diagnosis after getting familiar with her. But perhaps this was a mistake for her. The more familiar he became with her, the less he wanted others to know her darkness.

After a while, Xiao Yanqing came out of the house, and Xiao Wenshu hurried in to accompany her.

"Your Highness, Qingyu's situation is not quite the same as what Master said." Zhou Yian went straight to the point, "It's good, but it's not good either."

"Just tell me what you want to say."

Seeing this, Zhou Yian continued, "Qingyu is in good condition now. His mood, sleep, and diet are all stable, but he is just standing by the bridge."

"If there is anything beyond her ability to accept, it will push her into the water. There is no way of knowing whether she can get out or whether she will drown."

"What's the solution?"

"I will treat Qingyu and observe her condition. This is a long process. The best way is to try our best to understand her past. If it can be resolved, there may be a solution."

"Of course, forcing her to speak would only backfire."

"Can the problem be solved by just knowing her past experiences?" he asked.

"Not necessarily. There is a possibility that she herself is unwilling to come out."

"What do you mean?" He frowned slightly, puzzled.

"It's like... hatred." Zhou Yian subconsciously paid attention to his expression when he said this.

"Some people let go of hatred, but some people, regardless of whether they seek revenge or not, can never let go."

Looking at his increasingly ugly expression, Zhou Yian also understood how important Qing Yu was to his senior brother.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. With me here, nothing like this will ever happen."

"Better so."

He glanced at him coldly, and if the treatment was not successful, he would still have to bear the consequences.

"Haha, Senior Brother really doesn't believe in my ability. Just wait and see."

Cold eyes outlined the corners of his lips. At the moment, finding Zhou Yian was the best solution.

"Oh, Your Highness, there is one more thing. I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing."

"What's the matter?" He looked nervous for a moment.

"According to the past, patients like this are unable to distinguish their own physical symptoms, but Qingyu knows very well what causes her illness and how painful it will be. That's why she resists having her pulse checked."

He lowered his eyes, his eyes showing a little sadness, "Yu'er didn't tell me much, and I told you everything I knew in the letter."

Zhou Yian nodded, "Don't worry, Qingyu is very smart, nothing will happen to him."

After that, Zhou Yian started to give her acupuncture. She did not resist, but there was some ambiguous emotion in her eyes when she looked at him.

After going through the whole process, if Xiao Yanqing hadn't been by her side to comfort her, she would have been unhappy.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." She raised the corners of her lips and shook her head.

"Thank you for your hard work, Yu'er." He kissed her on the cheek again.

Zhou Yian, who was cleaning up, had to turn his face away and not look at anything inappropriate.

He even wondered if his senior brother had changed after not seeing him for so many years. He was so gentle that it sent a chill down his spine. It was really scary.

"Yanqing, I haven't told you what happened yesterday."

"Yes." Zhou Yian also remembered it instantly, but there might not be any results in such a short time.

"Yuer, have you received any news?" He realized what she meant.

"I asked, and there is a sentence."

Xiao Wenshu, who was outside, also ran in, and everyone asked in unison, "What did you say?"

"The powerful princes of the previous emperor now all have a close relationship with the previous emperor's death." Qing Yu repeated this sentence, "He said he heard it from his father."

"The death of the late emperor?" Xiao Yanqing repeated.

He remembered that the previous emperor died of illness and had already decided on the heir to the throne before his death, and that was the current emperor.

"Aren't the only powerful princes nowadays those uncles?" Xiao Wenshu didn't quite understand.

Zhou Yian shook his head helplessly, "It seems that the death of the late emperor was probably due to something."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yanqing was immediately filled with thoughts. He remembered the situation in the court at that time. Several uncles were competing for the throne. Although his father did not force his way into the fight, his ability in this regard could not be ignored.

Could this be related to the deaths in his family?

"Yan Qing?"

Her call suddenly brought him to his senses, and he realized that he had hurt her hand.

"I'm sorry Yu'er, does it hurt?" He held her hand lovingly and rubbed it worriedly.

She smiled slightly, "It doesn't hurt."

"Don't worry, Yan Qing, we will definitely investigate it thoroughly. I will help you." A smile bloomed on her pretty face, melting his anxious heart.

"Okay, let's take it slow."

"Qianyun, go monitor that man's father."

"It's Your Highness."

"Yuer, just in case, try to go out less recently, okay?" he reminded again.

"it is good."

She agreed, but she couldn't sit still when he was not in the house.

……

She went out the next day.

The reason was that Xiao Yanzhou ordered He Yi to deliver the letter.

The letter said that the winter festival would be held the day after tomorrow and invited her to go to the palace to participate.

A smile unconsciously formed on the corners of her lips. She had always wanted to see a prosperous scene.

"He Yi, tell Brother Zhou that I will definitely be on time for the appointment."

He Yi leaned forward slightly and gestured, "Your Majesty will definitely be very happy that the little princess can come."

"I am also very happy to see Brother Zhou again."

Suddenly, He Yi stepped forward and leaned closer, whispering, "Little Princess, His Majesty wants me to tell you that Young Master Jiang is crazy."

Hearing these words, she showed no emotion at all, and He Yi kept his distance from her in accordance with etiquette.

"Your Majesty asked me to ask you, will you continue with the agreement, or do you have other plans?"

After a moment of silence, she gave her answer, "Go on, it's only a month, it's too short."

"Yes, I will report the little princess's thoughts truthfully."

"Good work."

She watched He Yi leave, and her heart sank deeper and deeper.

Is this a good result? She didn't know, her numb heart had no answer.

After finishing her business, she stood up and prepared to go home.

"Princess, it's cold, please get in the carriage." The guard leaned over and gestured.

"I don't want to sit." He threw down these three words and walked straight past the carriage.

After the guards' dissuasion failed, they had no choice but to follow her closely to protect her safety.

She walked on the road, her thoughts wandering. What was Jiang Zhuo's plan?

Regardless of whether the plan succeeds or fails, Jiang Zhuo's crime is a foregone conclusion. What can he do?