When the prince is reborn, he will only hit me if he doesn't hit the wall!

In the evening, Qin Leng developed a high fever just as Xu Xinyue had said.

Although Qin Lingruo had sent servants to keep watch, she was still worried after thinking about it. She originally planned to take a look and leave if he was okay. However, she saw that the eunuch on watch was lying beside the couch and sleeping soundly.

Qin Lingruo was furious. She kicked the eunuch awake and said in a low voice, "Did I order you to come here to sleep? Get out!"

The eunuch was terrified and dared not say anything. He rolled out of the tent.

Qin Lingruo walked forward with a lamp, reflecting the warm yellow candlelight, and gently touched his forehead with her hand, which was indeed burning hot.

His skin was hot, which made her hands look cool as jade.

Qin Leng, who had been suffering from the heat for a long time, seemed to have turned into a wild grass that was about to be burned to death in the scorching desert in his dream.

No one cares, no one pays attention, just quietly waiting for the fate of being baked to death.

Suddenly, a refreshing coolness dripped into the stems and veins.

One drop, two drops...

Until its roots, stems and veins are completely soaked.

An indescribable refreshing feeling spreads throughout the body.

Qin Lingruo wrung the wet soft handkerchief, folded it into a square, held it in her right hand, and wiped Qin Leng's face carefully from his cheek to his neck.

In just a short while, the cool handkerchief was slightly warmed by his body temperature.

Qin Lingruo dipped the water again, lifted his sleeve and continued to wipe his right arm. In order to reach his inner arm, Qin Lingruo supported the bed with his left hand and stretched inward with his right hand.

When the wiping was finished, Qin Lingruo suddenly felt something gently wrapping around her right wrist.

She looked down subconsciously and saw a bony hand loosely holding her wrist.

His gaze moved upwards and met those half-open, half-closed, misty eyes.

"A Leng, are you awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?"

Qin Leng was in a state of confusion, unable to tell whether the person in front of him was real or imaginary. He only felt that the warmth and coolness in his hand was particularly attractive.

He gently pulled her hand over and placed it on his cheek, calling out in a vague and hazy voice: "Imperial Sister..."

Qin Lingruo did not withdraw her hand, but just leaned over according to his movements, and asked him gently and caringly: "Well, I'm here, does the wound still hurt?"

People are most likely to reveal their true emotions when they are at their weakest.

Qin Leng used to be so stubborn and strong that he refused to show weakness even after being shot by an arrow and cried out in pain.

At this moment, he was like a hedgehog with sharp skin that had been melted away, leaving only his most tender and soft belly exposed for her to touch.

Unaware and vulnerable, he frowned and hummed:

“It hurts. It hurts so much…”

"Sister Royal..."

Qin Lingruo was also somewhat at a loss, and coaxed in a low voice: "Then, what do you want Ah Leng to do to make things better?"

Qin Leng responded completely out of instinct. He curled up, closed his eyes, and arched towards Qin Lingruo with great effort: "Hold..."

Qin Lingruo's body stiffened. She had never thought that he would make such a request. Originally, she wanted to comfort Qin Leng by giving him something he wanted to eat or something he wanted.

She turned her head to look to the side, at the food box she brought with her, and sighed softly. Following his thoughts, she bent her body even lower, carefully avoiding his injured areas with her palms, and gently placed them against his spine, stroking it up and down.

After a while, Qin Leng was silent. Qin Lingruo thought he was asleep and wanted to get up and leave.

Qin Leng seemed to be aware of something, and he put his arms around her waist and hummed again: "Don't leave... Imperial sister... continue..."

"Okay... I won't leave, Ah Leng, you let go first..."

"Do not……"

It was a beautiful and quiet night with the cold wind howling.

Some are warm, some are sad.

"Mother, are you joking?"

Qin Liexing held a bowl of medicine in his hand, staring into the air, listening to the news the Queen had just conveyed to him with an extremely strange expression:

"Su Jingyu, dead?"

The queen knew that he found it hard to believe, but it was the fact, so she nodded solemnly.

"Lie'er, don't be too anxious..."

"He was still talking to me this morning. How could he suddenly die?!"

He was not an animal or bird in the forest. He was the fourth prince of Nanyuan. How could he die just like that?

Qin Liexing hesitated for a while, but finally accepted the news: "How did he die?"

Qin Liexing drank a tranquilizing soup at noon and rested in the tent. No one outside dared to disturb him and report the news, so the queen had to convey the news in person.

To be honest, Su Jingyu's death was too sudden, even he himself couldn't react in time, let alone Qin Liexing.

"Why didn't anyone report it?"

"The situation was too sudden. Prince Rong suddenly executed Su Jingyu on the spot for regicide. No one expected it, and even if we reported it, it was too late to save the situation."

Seeing that he was holding the medicine bowl motionless, the queen sighed helplessly, took the bowl from him, and told him in detail everything she had found out.

Before he could digest the news of Su Jingyu's death, another unbelievable piece of news exploded in his mind.

Qin Liexing didn't even know what expression to make at the moment: "The one who blocked the arrow for my father is my father's son?!"

"Is he a prince?"

"Whether he is truly the bloodline of His Majesty, His Majesty had already acknowledged his identity when he angrily rebuked Nan Yuan. Everyone was present, and his words are unchangeable."

"However, he is just a lowly embryo that crawled out of the cold palace. He doesn't even have a mother family. He is alone and helpless. There is no need to worry about him. Anyway, he is just a nominal prince who eats free food."

Qin Liexing sneered, his words were sinister: "When Qin Yuechuan came back, I thought the same thing."

The queen thought for a moment and said, "He is different from Prince Rong. Although Prince Rong had fallen on hard times, at least his origins are clear and his status as a prince is unquestionable."

"Qin Leng's background is unknown, so how can he compete with you for a place? Lie'er, don't be so nervous."

"What the Queen Mother said makes sense, but the title of a prince is not so easy to bear. Sometimes, being a prince does not necessarily mean you will live longer than being an unknown servant."

Qin Liexing calmed himself down, took the medicine bowl, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed the empty bowl heavily on the table with a "choke" sound.

"My Queen Mother just said that Prince Rong volunteered to fight?"

"Then let's start our plan from the moment he leaves Kyoto!"

Could it be that just because Su Jingyu died, he thought there was nothing he could do?