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

He gently rubbed Xu Xinyue's slightly wrinkled brows with the tip of his thumb, and brushed across her indigo eyebrows and the rosy corners of her eyes.

Feel the smoothness and warmth of the snow-white skin under your palms.

Fortunately, I didn't have a high fever.

But still reluctant to move his palm away.

This ordinary action at the moment was what he had been longing for day and night since he had been away from Beijing for many days.

Under the dim light, he took off the "Ming Wu" mask and returned to his true self. Only at this moment could he look at her tender face like a hibiscus openly.

Qin Yuechuan couldn't help but recite: "From the moment we met, I wanted to say... How did Yueyue lose so much weight?"

In his eyes as dark as ink, there flows only endless care and love.

There is also heart-wrenching pain that is difficult to hide.

He clenched her five fingers and pressed them against his lips. His eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, his throat ached, and he was speechless.

Before meeting her, I had prepared thousands of words in my mind and was eager to express them, but for some reason, now that I was in front of her, I couldn't even utter a word.

After a long silence, he said in a hoarse voice with deep guilt:

"It's my fault..."

Late night three days ago

Duke's Mansion

He Xuehuai was in his study, reading various documents and books about Xishu, when he suddenly heard Chen Song come to report, "Duke, someone wants to see you."

Just when he was turning to the most important part, he found a few words about "transferring souls". He Xuehuai read it carefully and said without even looking up, "It's too late. I don't want to see you. We can talk about it tomorrow."

"My Lord, I'm afraid it's not a good idea to meet this person—"

Chen Song lowered his voice: "It's Prince Rong."

He Xuehuai suddenly raised his head: "Who are you talking about?"

Chen Song said: "It's Prince Rong. Judging from his attire, he returned to the capital quietly."

He Xuehuai put down the book in his hand and probably guessed something.

Thinking for a while

He Xuehuai held the scroll in his palm, sighed heavily, stood up and said, "After all, it was my negligence, he should have known it."

He followed Chen Song to the front hall. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, Qin Yuechuan approached him and said straight to the point: "I have been back to the palace. Why did Yueyue go to the palace? Before I left, didn't I ask for an imperial decree for her to refuse to enter the palace?"

"You're not in Nan-"

Before he could finish, Qin Yuechuan interrupted him and asked He Xuehuai impatiently:

"The situation has been decided. Su Jinyan is no ordinary person. Since I have returned, I will make arrangements. Tell me, what happened to Yueyue? What happened in the capital?"

"Ever since I received her message, I have always felt uneasy. She has never been like this before!"

He Xuehuai whispered: "She has her reasons for entering the palace..."

Qin Yuechuan was anxious, ignoring the fact that he was returning to Beijing secretly, and couldn't help but raise his voice:

"What is the compelling reason? Even if I am not in Kyoto, you can't help her deal with it?"

It was rare for him to behave so out of control, but every time it was about Xu Xinyue, and now it was also about Lizhou.

He Xuehuai turned his gaze away from him, enduring the tightness in his throat, and said coldly: "Yueyue was hit by the 'soul transfer' and was held hostage. In order to protect herself, she had to... enter the palace."

Qin Yuechuan found it hard to accept every word He Xuehuai said. He frowned and asked him, "What did you say!?"

Qin Yuechuan only felt that every inch of his bones, flesh and blood was filled with pain as if it was pierced by a knife.

The rain of swords and knives attacked him, even more severely than before.

He knew what "soul transfer" was. Some time ago, he had read and talked about such anecdotes with her at the bottom of the cliff. At that time, he just regarded it as a strange article to pass the time, but he never thought that such a horrible thing would happen to Xu Xinyue...

His steps were unsteady, he retreated in a daze, staggered slightly and fell into the armchair, his eyes were stunned and he said: "How could this be..."

He immediately asked, "Who did this?"

He Xuehuai picked out the important points and told him the whole story.

When Qin Yuechuan heard that Qin Lie had passed away, and that it was very likely that his soul had "transferred" to the body of Qin Zhaolie, Huo De raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, and he repeated with every word: "Possessed by - Qin Zhaolie?"

He pondered over what He Xuehuai had said, and thought about all the actions that Qin Zhaolie, no, Qin Liexing had taken since he left Beijing.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and after looking through so many details and clues, he found that they all gradually matched the trajectory of his previous life.

The details that he had never paid attention to before, now seemed to be the key to revealing the truth. However, he had never imagined that the thing that connected them all was such an absurd and strange "soul-transferring" technique!

It also fell on Xu Xinyue.

Qin Yuechuan placed his palm on the table, and his knuckles that were gripping the wall of the cup suddenly exerted force, and the celadon teacup instantly broke into countless pieces.

Rumo's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He completely ignored the broken pieces of tea and porcelain in his hand. He clenched his five fingers tightly, gnashed his teeth and said:

"It's my fault. I thought Qin Zhaolie had no more leverage, so I reached a consensus with my father to be a check and balance chess piece. I didn't expect that I would leave such a disaster behind, giving Qin Liexing an opportunity to take advantage of it!"

It seems very likely that Qin Liexing had already made plans.

Threads of blood flowed from the palm of his hand, but Qin Yuechuan was unaware of it and did not feel any pain at all.

"It actually implicated Yueyue..."

Thinking of this, Qin Yuechuan felt an indescribable pain in his heart, and a fishy and salty taste seemed to surge at the root of his tongue. He closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, suppressing the bloody taste again.

He Xuehuai knew that he was sad, and at the same time, he also felt his anger personally, and said: "This matter is not your fault. Who could have thought that Qin Liexing would learn such an unorthodox way that goes against the laws of nature? It is really, really unpredictable."

"This kind of thing is not something that can be easily discovered by human power. Even if you killed Qin Zhaolie, if it wasn't him, Prince Su might have used someone else's body..."

Qin Yuechuan opened his eyes, raised his eyelids slightly, and shook his head slowly: "No, you don't understand, the fault lies with me, I am..."

The person who came back had the advantage of being one step ahead of others, but he didn't notice it at all and was blinded by the clouds, allowing the real culprit to get away with it!

Qin Yuechuan frowned and asked He Xuehuai: "How did you know about this? But in the court, Qin Liexing revealed a flaw?"

He Xuehuai said honestly: "Qin Liexing escaped by dying, and he hid it very cleverly. If Yueyue hadn't reminded me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to save myself."

Qin Yuechuan stood up again, holding the table with one hand, and asked him in surprise: "Yueyue!? How did Yueyue know!"

"I have heard Xuanyi report that Yueyue has met Qin Zhaolie and seemed to have some dealings with him, but how can she be sure that the real person behind this is Qin Liexing!?"

He Xuehuai was stunned by his question. He had never thought about this question before. "I don't know either. Probably, it's because her soul was transferred. It's still unknown if you learn it from the 'transferred soul'. If you want to find the truth, apart from Yueyue herself, it's probably only in Prince Rong's mansion."

"After all, in order to avoid implicating innocent people, Yueyue has rarely left the house since you left the capital..."

Qin Yuechuan felt a pain in his chest, and murmured, "Since I left Beijing..."

After understanding the whole story, Qin Yuechuan said nothing more, with a cold face, and was about to walk out the door.

He Xuehuai turned around and asked, "Where are you going?"

Qin Yuechuan did not look back, and continued to step into the dark night until he merged into it. He Xuehuai only heard his extremely cold voice: "Of course, we should make new plans and kill Qin Zhaolie!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the person who stretched out his arms to stop Qin Yuechuan was not He Xuehuai, but Wuming, who stepped out from the side at some point in time.

Qin Yuechuan glanced at Wuming, forcibly suppressing the burning anger in his eyes, his fists clenched so hard that they made a "crackling" sound, and he tried his best to restrain the urge to take action:

“Get out of here! You were once Qin Lie’s hawk and dog. You have nothing to do with this matter. I should have fought you with swords!”

"It's just that Yueyue risked her life to save yours, and I don't want to waste her efforts!"

"Get out of my sight!"

Wuming just said calmly: "I have my reasons."

Qin Yuechuan sneered coldly: "Oh, everyone has their own difficulties in life!"

Wuming was not good at arguing and just looked at him silently.

Qin Yuechuan didn't want to waste any more words with him, so he walked around Wuming and continued forward.

He Xuehuai called from behind:

"Yueyue entered the palace to seek a way to resolve this."

"Yueyue is involved in this matter. Who do you think she is putting herself in danger for? She banned you from returning to the capital because she didn't want to become a weak point to hold you hostage."

"If you act impulsively, you will end up causing her death and bringing disaster upon herself! Her good intentions will be wasted!"

"Anaro has gone to look for Qiu Chu. He has traveled to the four countries and may have a way to solve the spell. You—"

He Xuehuai could no longer see Qin Yuechuan's figure, and only heard his voice coming from the wind:

"This king knows his limits."

He returned to Prince Rong's mansion quietly in the middle of the night, and only Qingguang and a few of his personal guards knew about it.

"The princess once asked about the prince's actions in the study, and I, your subordinate, went through it with the princess..."

Qin Yuechuan walked into the study with a calm face. He did not turn on the lights, but with only the frosty moonlight shining through the window lattice, he could still see everything in the study clearly.

At a glance, he noticed several sheets of snow-white paper stacked on the large desk where he usually handled official business.

Xu Xinyue's handwriting is just like her, clear and elegant, lively and graceful, with each word clearly visible on the paper.

Qin Yuechuan lowered his eyes, and his fingers silently stroked every line and every word she wrote.

He has always been a very fast reader, able to read ten lines at a glance, and he can quickly extract the important words from complex and lengthy texts, classify them in his mind, and make corresponding decisions.

Xu Xinyue was obviously different.

He outlined and analyzed point by point, why each of his actions was intended and what benefits they brought, just like a child studying, carefully analyzing his interactions with Qin Zhaolie.

Perhaps as an outsider, she noticed the details that he had once ignored - Qin Liexing's unusual behavior.

Qin Yuechuan was a man who had been reborn, so he knew that Qin Liexing would die soon. He regarded all of Qin Liexing's actions as useless like grasshoppers in autumn.

However, Xu Xinyue did not have a foresight perspective. Instead, she was extremely puzzled by these unusual details. After comparing and analyzing them, she actually found a hint of connection.

His finger followed the ink to the end, where a big red circle was drawn around the names of Qin Liexing and Qin Zhaolie.

Suddenly, I felt a few tiny wrinkles under my fingertips, like water marks that had dripped, smudged and dried up.

The corners at the end seem to have been twisted and then smoothed out again.

Qin Yuechuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath with a calm and trembling expression, and suppressed the twisting feeling in his heart.

He could imagine how frightened and worried the girl who was sitting there at that time would be when she suddenly discovered the truth.

He shouldn't have left her to go through this alone.

"It's my fault... Yueyue."

As the memories came to an end, Qin Yuechuan felt guilty and heartbroken as he faced the girl who was sleeping soundly and unaware of anything. He kissed her palms over and over again, whispering these words the most.

The candle is about to burn out, and the flame is almost faint.

The cool, clear moonlight streamed in through the window, staining the hem of his dark-colored clothes with a layer of snowy frost.

The crescent moon under the frosty sky was reflected as flawless and white as a beautiful jade.

With her long, slender eyelashes closed, she sleeps quietly and peacefully.

He stroked her cheek, weeping and whispering softly:

"Yueyue is not my weak spot. She has always been my bones, blood, and even scales..."

And his scales were doing their utmost to protect him.