After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

"Isn't it possible to find that plate of snacks?"

Cheng Li found out today that Dim Sum was missing, and he felt very sorry. He even wanted to control the sub-Gu and let it die so that he could breed a new one.

The best he can do now is to restrain three sub-Gu at the same time.

But today, the sub-Gu fell into hibernation, lost contact with him, and could not be killed. How come it suddenly found a host now?

Who is its host?

Cheng Li secretly pondered that he had more than one poisonous insect, but he didn't tell anyone, not even the prince.

Now he had no one to discuss things with, so he could only think about it and investigate it secretly on his own.

……

After sleeping in the study for a night, Chu Yanchen felt much more awake.

As soon as he got up in the morning, he asked someone to go to the East Palace to ask for leave from Jingyou.

Mingli is right. We can no longer let our son go to the Eastern Palace. Although there are the Dragon Shadow Guards protecting him secretly, why should we go there knowing there is a tiger there?

He would go to the main courtyard and wait early in the morning. When his wife was angry, he would always have to coax her.

Jingyou also came to have breakfast together. Fortunately, Song Mingli gave him face and did not drive him out in front of his son.

But the maids around Song Mingli had a much worse attitude towards him.

"Greetings to the prince." Especially Molan, her attitude was extremely perfunctory.

Thinking of the words he overheard last night, Chu Yanchen was secretly angry... He couldn't tell whether he was angry with himself or with the maid Molan.

After breakfast, the family of three went to read and study.

In the afternoon, Chu Yanchen wanted to teach Jingyou riding and archery.

He arrived at the palace's parade ground, only to find his own wife, dressed in neat riding clothes, already riding a horse and running around in circles on the parade ground.

"Why is your mother here too?" Chu Yanchen asked Jingyou puzzledly.

"My mother is very hardworking now. She gets up early to practice martial arts, rides and shoots in the afternoon, and practices the skills she learned in the morning again in the evening." Jingyou answered crisply.

Chu Yanchen raised his eyebrows. He had never seen her so diligent before.

"Are you going to take the exam for the top martial arts champion?" Chu Yanchen said with a smile.

Jingyou said seriously, "My mother said, if you rely on mountains, they will fall; if you rely on people, they will run away. If you want to live long, you can only rely on yourself."

Chu Yanchen: “…”

Does this mean he is unreliable?

Did he make her feel so insecure just because he believed her a little late yesterday?

Jingyou tugged at Chu Yanchen's sleeve and said, "Daddy, don't be too stressed. Jingyou will grow up soon and will protect mom with you."

Before I had time to rejoice, he added another sentence.

"When you don't believe in mother, Jingyou will believe in mother."

Chu Yanchen: “…” There’s no need to stab him again.

Looking at the beautiful figure on the horse's back, she was not practicing perfunctorily or pretending. She practiced very seriously, nodding the arrow and pulling the string. Whoosh -

Her movements were meticulous, and there was no trace of resentment on her fair little face.

She saw herself and Jingyou coming too, so she rode her horse over quickly.

The horse was running very fast, and when it was almost in front of them, she suddenly reined in the horse and dismounted with quick and agile movements.

"Your Majesty is here. If you have time, please give me some pointers!"

"When I was little, I practiced with my brothers, but I couldn't endure the hardship and didn't persist."

"The hardships you refused to endure when you were young, you will have to endure them when you grow up."

Song Mingli's smile was sincere and bright, but there was no hint of sarcasm or ridicule in it.

Chu Yanchen asked Jingyou to get the bowstring, and he whispered, "Are you still angry with me? Yesterday, I didn't..."

"I'm not angry. I was alone last night and thought a lot. If you were attacked by someone, would I be able to protect you and Jingyou?"

Song Mingli pulled the corner of his mouth, "I regret not learning more skills when I was young, but I can't miss today because of regretting yesterday. It's never too late to start at any time. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Chu Yanchen took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

She was sincere, and at the same time, it gave him an epiphany.

He regretted that he had trusted the prince too much before.

But Mingli is right. We cannot do nothing today just because we regret yesterday.

His father had left him the Dragon Shadow Guard, and he should make good use of it.

Thinking of this, his gloomy mood also became lighter. With a wife like this, what else could a husband ask for?

"There is a foundation for knowing etiquette. All you need is more practice..."

Chu Yanchen stepped forward to correct and guide her movements.

He is free anyway, so it is always good to have many skills. If his wife is willing to learn, he will certainly be happy to teach her.

With his father as his teacher, and his mother as his classmate... Jingyou only felt that, although he didn't go to the East Palace or go to school, his study life seemed to be more fulfilling than before!

Moreover, "Mom, don't work so hard! Are you trying so hard to become the top scholar?"

Jingyou discovered that he loved to win in his bones!

Seeing his mother working hard, every hair on his body was clamoring for him to work harder.

Even the servants in the mansion were inspired by this atmosphere and worked harder.

Although Prince Jing had become an idle prince, there was a thriving atmosphere in the palace.

Are you kidding? The master is so stubborn, how can the servant lie down?

In this fulfilling atmosphere, the full moon night comes unexpectedly.

“Ah…ah…it hurts, it hurts so much!”

"Kill me now! Kill me! Stop torturing me! I was wrong!"

"I know I was wrong! It's all my sister's fault. She used me and lied to me!"

"It's all my fault. I didn't know right from wrong. I deceived myself... Please, please kill me!"

Su Zhengyang was curled up in the dark and damp ground in the dungeon, uttering sharp cries of begging.

After eating his "last meal" that day, he did not die.

He waited and waited, but his body showed no reaction, so he began to wonder.

Isn't this the last meal?

We let him order the food and eat as much as he wanted, so why hasn't he died yet?

After waiting for a few days, he had accepted that Prince Jing did not intend to kill him, and the meal that day was not the last meal after his execution.

On this full-moon night, he had to suffer such heart-wrenching pain.

It hurts so much. It hurts so much.

It was as if a knife was stabbed into his body, stirring around under his flesh.

It would be better to die!

Nanxing often visited him and always brought pen, ink and a small notebook to record his daily situation.

At this moment, he was rolling on the ground in pain, while Nanxing was writing furiously outside the cell without changing his expression.

There is not a single normal person in Prince Jing’s Mansion!

"Godly doctor, please kill me. I will work like a slave to repay you in the next life!" Su Zhengyang gritted his teeth and said in sweat in pain.

"No need," Nan Xing remained calm, "You are repaying me now! If you survive and make it through seven days, that will be the greatest reward for me."

"Why...why is it seven days?" Su Zhengyang's heart tightened.

"During these seven days, the pain all over the body will increase day by day. On the seventh day, you will die from the pain." Nanxing said as he wrote, with a rigorous and serious attitude.

Su Zhengyang: “…” Is this human language?

Will the pain last for another seven days? And will it get worse day by day?

No, no, no, he's going to die! He's going to die now!

Su Zhengyang climbed to the wall with difficulty and banged his head against it.

But the pain in his body was so excruciating that he couldn't use any strength at all - not enough strength to kill him.

This was the scene Chu Yanchen saw when he arrived at the dungeon.

His face darkened and he clenched his fists.