After the male supporting role stopped interfering, the female protagonist suffered

When Zhou Hui opened his eyes again, he had returned to the system space.

Under the protection of the life bead, there was no difference in Zhou Hui's soul.

[Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the eighth mission. ]

The system did not detect anything unusual about Zhou Hui's soul. Instead, it felt that his soul had been damaged in the previous world.

Because Zhou Hui's soul was damaged, the system did not check what he did in the small world.

[Host, do you need to rest? ]

Of course, the system wants to keep Zhou Hui in the system space to sleep, so that he can quickly consume his soul power.

"System, I choose to continue the mission."

Zhou Hui looked at his soul in surprise. It seemed to have become much more fragile, but this was all an illusion.

He also discovered that the system did not want to do the task immediately, but instead wanted him to stay in the system space.

However, Zhou Hui knew that he would only be safe if he went to the mission world.

After receiving his response, the system kicked him out directly, giving Zhou Hui no time to react.

Zhou Hui:......

Damn, it's like this every time.

*

In the residence of the Second Prince of Dongqing, the Second Prince Zhou Hui, who was originally lying on the couch taking a rest, woke up.

He saw the situation around him clearly and couldn't help but smile sarcasticly.

The original owner was a fool who had been fighting with the prince all his life, wanting to gain recognition from his father.

But I didn't expect that the original owner was just the knife sharpener prepared by Emperor Dongqing for the prince.

The more violently the original owner jumped, the more he could check and balance the prince, and the more stable the position of Emperor Dongqing would be.

The original owner offended the heroine Shen Yue in the struggle with the prince, and was eventually framed by the hero Wang Juan and died from being pierced by thousands of arrows.

Seeing this, Zhou Hui was so angry that he threw the cup in his hand to the ground.

Silver Blade rushed in and knelt on the ground.

"Why are you kneeling? What's there to kneel for? I heard that Wang Juan is back from Lizhou?"

Zhou Hui played with the porcelain cup in his hand with a faint smile in his eyes.

Interestingly, the current crown prince and Wang Juan have been fighting to the point of being enemies.

"Yes. I heard that evidence of the prince's crime was found."

Zhou recalled that in his memory, after Wang Juan returned from Lizhou, he brought back evidence of the prince's factional activities.

The crown prince was imprisoned in the Eastern Palace, and from then on he became the only prince who could stand in the court.

Seeing this opportunity, the court officials moved closer to him.

He was also very proud, thinking that he was a child recognized by his father.

The results of it?

"Yin Ren, go get the imperial physician and tell him that the prince is ill."

Zhou Hui thought back to the plot, in which he was the prince's whetstone.

Then he is weak and frail and cannot bear offspring.

So, will the court officials still support him?

"Yes!"

Yin Ren didn't understand what his master was going to do, but that didn't stop him from being obedient.

The original owner had no martial arts skills, was weak and delicate, and was like a piece of trash.

Zhou Hui sat cross-legged and began to practice the Soul Refining Technique.

The Soul Refining Technique will separate the resentment from the resentment, leaving pure spiritual power for Zhou Hui to refine his soul.

Wisps of spiritual power entered his soul, most of it was absorbed by the life bead, and a small part of it tempered Zhou Hui's body, making him as strong as an ox.

Spiritual power is not like the true qi in this world, which can be seen by people.

As long as he doesn't move, no one will know that he knows martial arts.

Yin Ren brought the imperial physician back. He leaned on the couch and looked at the imperial physician with a pale face.

"Since you are here, please feel the pulse of this prince."

Zhou Hui casually placed his hands on the table and closed his eyes, as if he was resting.