After rebirth, the scumbag prince only wants to pamper his wife every day

Wang Huan's fate was already determined when he started to make decisions for He Qingchen in a self-righteous manner.

He, He Qingchen, Ye Feng and others all came from the battlefield.

After living and dying together for so long, there must be some affection between us.

Now that they had to personally send Wang Huan off, He Qingchen and Ye Feng both felt uncomfortable.

But feelings are feelings.

If everyone relied on that little bit of affection to try to be He Qingchen, or even be the master of Prince Yan's Mansion, then their affection would be exhausted.

In the end, He Qingchen did not answer Wang Huan's words.

He personally picked up the wine pot, poured some wine, and handed it to Wang Huan: "Drink it, drink it, and it will be regarded as fulfilling the friendship between you and me.

Don't worry, after you die, I will arrange for someone to personally escort your family back home.

As long as they behave themselves, don't offend me, and don't cross my bottom line, I won't treat them unfairly."

Wang Huan stared at the wine glass for a few seconds.

He supported himself with his hands and slowly stood up. He took the wine glass with trembling hands and looked at He Qingchen.

Finally, he only said: "Your Majesty, you...that's all."

He wanted to say something.

When the words came to his lips, he felt that every word he wanted to say seemed like an excuse for the things he had done.

Just as He Qingchen said just now.

There were many things that he had no involvement in, but they were all related to him.

Even his self-assertion and his instigation have led to a lot of harm.

He always said that it was for the good of Prince Yan's Mansion and He Qingchen, but time and again, the unnecessary good, the self-defeating "good", the good that He Qingchen didn't need, were pushing him to death.

This time.

He Qingchen will not let him go.

this moment.

Wang Huan realized very clearly that he was wrong.

How wrong.

He was wrong.

His mistake was that he should not have overstepped his bounds and regarded He Qingchen's appreciation of him as a stepping stone for him to control the palace and become the master of the palace.

As he thought about this, he felt hopeless.

His eyes were filled with tears and uncontrollable regret.

He is a warrior who came down from the battlefield.

He should have died on the battlefield, instead of dying in the struggles among the aristocratic families in the capital and his unlimited indulgence of his relatives.

He didn't hesitate any longer.

He raised his hand slightly and drank the wine in the glass.

The bitterness of the wine mixed with the pain of the medicine churning in his stomach as it passed through his intestines made him unable to help but hunch his body and slowly squat down.

He endured the pain, suppressed the blood rushing up in his throat, and grabbed He Qingchen's trouser legs weakly: "My Lord, please, trust me one last time... I have never thought of betraying you.

Your subordinates... have indeed lost their original intentions in the past few years.

Over the years, under the fifth stone bench under the pomegranate tree in my yard, there is... there is something that you may need.

I...Prince, I promised you to take good care of my family."

Wang Huan spoke intermittently.

At the end of his words, the hand that was holding He Qingchen's trouser leg slowly loosened and fell limply to one side.

Wang Huan was unwilling, but he still smiled in the end.

He Qingchen lowered his head and looked straight at his comrade-in-arms who was lying on the ground. He used to be good friends with him. The bitter feeling in his heart was lingering in his heart and could not be dispelled.

Ye Feng moved his mouth.

I wanted to persuade him, but in the end I said nothing.

half an hour.

He Qingchen turned around and left the study, and before leaving, he instructed: "Take it away, and ask his family to come and take him back."

Ye Feng glanced at Wang Huan and responded in a low voice.

He Qingchen came out of the study and stood in the yard. Ye Feng had already waved his hand and asked someone to carry Wang Huan away.

He followed He Qingchen closely.

Somehow, he always felt that his prince's mood seemed to be wrong.

But to say that it was because of Wang Huan’s death, it doesn’t seem to be the case.

"Your Majesty?"

"Go call some people and bring tools." He Qingchen ordered calmly.

Ye Feng was stunned for a moment, then he realized what He Qingchen said. What tools should he bring and where should he go?

It was the yard that Wang Huan had just mentioned.

After a while.

He Qingchen led a group of people to Mingyue Pavilion where Wang Huan used to live.

According to what Wang Huan said before his death.

They found the pomegranate tree in his yard. Ye Feng glanced at He Qingchen, walked up quickly, and pointed at a stone bench: "Move this away and dig deeper."

The palace guards who followed along didn't understand what was going on, but they just kept swinging their hoes obediently.

He Qingchen stood far away on the outskirts of the crowd.

He raised his eyes and slowly looked around Wang Huan's yard.

As he watched, He Qingchen felt strange again.

The layout of the courtyards of the servants in the palace is mostly the same.

Wang Huan is the steward of the palace, so he should live in the same place. However, he is not a slave. Instead, he was selected by He Qingchen from the army, so naturally there are not so many rules and regulations on his residence.

The courtyard he chose was originally supposed to be the residence of his concubines.

In aristocratic families, concubines have only two roles. One is to serve the master and meet his physical needs. The other is to reproduce and give birth to more children for the master.

Therefore, many pomegranate trees are planted in this yard.

Wang Huan has lived in this courtyard for many years. According to Wang Huan's usual style, he should have renovated the courtyard he lives in from top to bottom and from inside to outside, just like Nanny An.

But he didn't.

The whole yard seems to remain the same.

The only difference is that a lot of camellia flowers are planted next to the pomegranate trees. During the blooming season, the yard is full of camellia flowers, and the whole yard is filled with a special fragrance that makes people intoxicated.

He Qingchen had also smelled this fragrance.

"Your Majesty, I found it."

Ye Feng interrupted He Qingchen's thoughts.

Certain thoughts flashed through his mind so quickly that he didn't have time to catch them.

He sighed and walked quickly forward.

In the pomegranate pit, two square objects wrapped in oil paper lay quietly, looking a bit heavy.

He Qingchen gave Ye Feng a look.

Ye Feng understands.

He quickly pulled Shen Xiao beside him and squatted down, pushed aside the box on the oil paper, and with a little force, each of them took out a package from the pit.

Shen Xiao held the package and weighed it subconsciously.

The package seems a bit heavy, maybe it's some kind of silver or money?

Ye Feng is the opposite.

He felt that the package in his hand was really light.

It’s such a big package, and I don’t know what’s inside?

They carefully carried the things to the stone table next to them. He Qingchen paused and walked over.

Ye Feng quickly stopped the man and said, "Your Majesty, let's take a look."

What if there is something inside that can hurt people?

He Qingchen did not try to be brave and signaled them to open the package quickly. Ye Feng and Shen Xiao looked at each other, and each of them cautiously opened the outermost layer of oil paper slowly, revealing a piece of dark cloth inside.

Ye Feng was stunned.

Under the oil paper, is there a piece of cloth?