g Ye, are you afraid now! You were once an invincible war god, but now you've become a laughingstock!"Just as he was about to walk down the Bridge of Forgetfulness, he almost forgot that he had once b...Nan Gongqing was taken aback by Qingxuan's sudden action, stumbling back repeatedly. Unfortunately, his sleeve was caught in the process.

The woman before him looked delicate and frail, crying with tears streaming down her face, but the force behind it was no small matter. If he continued to retreat, his clothes were likely to be torn from him by her.

Today, he came to see Nangong Ye. His carriage stopped at the gate of the prince's mansion, attracting many passersby to watch.

If he has his sleeves torn later, or changes clothes and goes out again, it will surely cause gossip.

After all, Nangong Ye is completely unable to move now. However, Qingxuan is the new bride. If this kind of gossip gets out, what face will the royal family have What face will he have

Thinking this over, Nangong Qing could only apologize repeatedly to Qingxuan.

"Younger siblings, I don't mean it that way. I wasn't clear enough with my words. Today I came to inquire about A Ye's condition."

Qingsuan, who was still sobbing just a moment ago, suddenly stopped crying. Her face immediately turned cold.

Qingxuan: "Back when Ye Lang was gravely ill, none of you came to see him! Now, no matter how nicely you speak, you're all here to witness how Ye Lang died! They say the imperial family is the most heartless. This saying has come true now! Now, no one wants to see A-Ye. Get out!"

Although Nangong Qing is the Crown Prince, Qixuan isn't afraid of him at all right now.

She didn't know what kind of person Nangong Qing was, but right now, he was most likely the one who hired Ginger Red to assassinate Ye Lang.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, Nangong Qing was as gentle as jade, a kind and compassionate prince.

If he were to argue with me, a woman, today, it would only damage his own image if word got out.

Thinking about this, Qingxuan couldn't help but wish she had a broom to chase Nangong Ye away.

Qingxuan's remaining light swept around her, although she didn't have a broom, she noticed the dirty sheets she had thrown beside her.

This dirty bed sheet was deliberately thrown at the doorstep to spread the smell. Chuntao won't take it away anymore, so the longer the bedsheet stays by the courtyard gate, the worse the stench becomes.

Qingxuan: "Get out!", I will give you the antidote. 。Qingxuan no longer looked at Zhang Jin's complicated expression and turned to walk into the courtyard. 。Back inside, she hurriedly sat at the table and poured herself...