The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Jiang Ying instinctively reached out to Yan Zhuo, wanting to feel his neck pulse.

As a result, her left hand was originally controlled by Yan Zhuo. Noticing that she had made other movements, Yan Zhuo quickly grabbed her right hand!

Or in a very ambiguous posture.

Jiang Ying: "..."

He looked at her, holding her soft hands with both hands, the left one at her waist, the right one at her neck, their eyes met. The man's narrow and long phoenix eyes were indescribably deep, and there was a faint ripple in them that Jiang Ying could not understand.

"Are you drunk? Or are you sick?" Jiang Ying asked, and at the same time, he used force with his right hand and felt Yan Zhuo's pulse with his backhand.

Yan Zhuo was very sober. He neither drank alcohol nor took Wu Shi San to suppress his arm pain every once in a while as before.

He had a lazy attitude, allowing Jiang Ying to check him.

Jiang Ying felt for a long time but indeed could not find any signs from Yan Zhuo's pulse that he had been drinking or taking drugs. In other words, what he said just now came from his heart?

This made Jiang Ying confused.

The Dog Prince doesn't play by the rules!

If he was determined to marry her as his principal wife instead of a concubine, I'm afraid both his grandmother and his brothers would waver in their attitudes, right?

"Ahem." Jiang Ying lowered his head and pulled his hand out with force.

Yan Zhuo didn't let go at first, but then suddenly let go, causing Jiang Ying to almost slide off the chair.

He grabbed her waist with his long arms and supported her.

Yan Zhuo's eyes flashed with quiet amazement. Her waist was so soft and thin...

He used drugs that time and it has been so long that he can't remember the details. He is not the kind of person who always reminisces about the past, so when they suddenly touch each other physically, the new feeling is so real and wonderful that it covers the old one.

Yan Zhuo raised his eyebrows, and the idea came to his mind that it would be a nice idea to marry this little woman home.

Just like Qi Ren said, she is a good doctor, and he is the one who makes money by keeping her in the backyard.

In this way, he had a son and a mistress, killing two birds with one stone.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Yan Zhuo quietly stayed on Jiang Ying's waist for a moment before letting go. "What do you think of my suggestion?"

Jiang Ying moved his butt uncomfortably, "Not very good."

"You don't even want to be my legal wife?"

“Some people don’t want to.”

Of course she doesn't want to!

Whether it is the extravagant desire of being together as a couple for life, or the idea of ​​entering into marriage only after liking each other...but this is ancient times, so it's better not to talk about it.

Yan Zhuo's eyes deepened when he heard this, "That's good as long as you are willing. I will take care of the rest."

Jiang Ying, "???"

No, she doesn't want to.

Jiang Ying rolled his eyes and thought of a bunch of excuses that weren't really excuses. "No need, Lord. How much trouble would it take to marry a woman you don't like? Not only would the emperor who granted the marriage be unhappy, but the prince would also be angry. Then my stepmother would find an excuse to throw dirty water on me, and the whole city would laugh at me. How much trouble would that be?"

"After saying so much, you still don't want to." Yan Zhuo's eyes were dark and blood was visible.

Jiang Ying stopped talking and stared at the ground with his head down.

She glanced at Yan Zhuo's right hand resting on his knees. Thinking of the abnormality she found when she took his pulse, she pursed her lips and said, "I have no intention of prying into the privacy of the prince, but when I took his pulse just now, I found that the tendons in his right hand were broken. Although it was repaired later, the damage is irreversible. I am afraid it will affect his daily life, right?"

In order to escape, the little woman deliberately changed the subject?

Yan Zhuo curled the corners of his lips, pretending not to notice, "Well, my right hand is broken."

"Where's his left hand?" Jiang Ying breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly and looked up at his left hand.

As long as she doesn't talk about whether to get married or not, she will feel at ease.

"My left hand is fine, especially after using your medicine stone to treat it."

There is nothing wrong with these words. On this point, Yan Zhuo still has a very high opinion of Jiang Ying.

This was one of the factors that led to his change of mind.

Another factor, of course, is the child. He lost his mother when he was young and never enjoyed the happiness of his mother's company. Therefore, he would try not to leave any regrets for his own children.

What's more, she is really good at raising children. A baby who was born seven months premature has not been sick or uncomfortable for more than three months.

These premature babies have obvious weaknesses, even if they have a lot of doctors serving them in the palace.

However, she has the ability to raise children to be plump, strong and cute. With such a mistress, he doesn't have to worry about his future offspring.

Jiang Ying suddenly realized, "So you bought those medicinal stones for this purpose, that's fine."

"From your tone, it seems that the way I handled it was not the best?"

"Your Highness doesn't know medicine, and it's the best that he hasn't given up on treatment for so many years. But as far as I'm concerned, your right hand can still be saved, and your left hand... can be better after treatment."

Yan Zhuo was incredulous, and his facial expression suddenly changed. "Are you serious?"

"It would be of no benefit for me to tell you a lie, would it?"

Suddenly, as soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhuo leaned forward, his fiery eyes fixed on Jiang Ying.

His thin lips opened and closed, "In this case, I will be even more unable to let you go. What do you say?"

Jiang Ying did not dodge or evade, as if he had made up his mind. "But I am the exact opposite of the prince. I want to use my healing hand to make a deal with the prince."

At this point, if Yan Zhuo cannot guess Jiang Ying’s conditions, then wouldn’t he have lived in vain for twenty-two years?

Because he knew this, even though his heart was already in turmoil, he still did not immediately question it.

The little woman's thoughts are very straightforward: she doesn't want to get married.

It was so straightforward that Yan Zhuo couldn't help but laugh at himself. Is he really that bad?

She drugged me and threatened me to take the throne while I was pregnant. Apart from not visiting her, I didn't do anything to her, did I?

Today, he has changed his mind, but she is being willful again?

It's true that women's hearts are as unfathomable as the sea.

"What conditions?"

Jiang Ying smiled, knowing that he would not be able to help himself, "Cancel the engagement."

"You really think highly of me. Imperial edicts are not to be trifled with. Have you ever seen an imperial edict issued by any dynasty being taken back?"

Jiang Ying didn't care, "Then you can only choose one between curing the hand and marrying a reluctant woman."

"I can first marry this unwilling woman and then make her willingly treat my hand. Is it worth choosing between the two?"

"Ha." One word expressed Jiang Ying's disdain.

It is said that people always take advantage of others. Ever since Yan Zhuo showed a submissive attitude, Jiang Ying has become more and more daring.

Look, he even dares to show disrespect to a prince.

The key point is that the latter was not angry at all. He took a sip of tea leisurely and followed suit, abruptly changing the subject:

"Do you know that Madam Jiang, who had the audacity to switch you and made you suffer in Xinghua Village for more than ten years, is actually not dead?"

“Ang???” Jiang Ying stared at the man, his eyes as sharp as barbs.