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After Song Yunqian returned, he ordered the Xiao San to investigate. Xiao San was one of his guards and was in charge of protecting Song Yunqian at night.

That night, Xiao San came back to report, "Reporting to Your Highness, it is indeed as Imperial Concubine Rou has said. Princess Empress has been continuously pricking her legs and her wounds.

Song Yunqian was furious, "That's true!"

The son of the Xiao San hesitated for a moment, then said: "I am actually very confused, but what I am doing does not seem to be too painful, moreover, he is familiar with the movements, and the acupuncture is precise and light, and, moreover, it does not always fall on the wounds, so I think that what the Empress is doing may have other uses."

"What's the use?" Song Yunqian's expression was slightly moved, "Her wounds have not formed any scabs for a long time, and even Zhuge Ming has not shown any signs of improvement after treating her for many days.

"But, if it was said that the Empress was fighting for her favor, then she didn't say anything about his injuries in front of the Prince, nor did he ask for his pity. If you were to say that she went all out and hurt himself for love, would it be better for her to cripple his own body and lose his will? " She could clearly see the sorrow on Wen Yi's face that night, and for the next few days, she did not leave his house, and stayed in Zhi Yi Lu the entire time. It could be seen that her heart was still feeling very uncomfortable.

Xiao San sighed in his heart and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

With a darkened face, Song Yunqian said in a heavy voice, "Don't worry about her. She can do whatever she wants!"

The Xiao San said worriedly, "However, if wangfei continues like this everyday, I'm afraid sooner or later …"

"What are you afraid of? I'm afraid she asked for it. " Song Yunqian angrily sent Xiao San out, and sulked alone.

He was so angry that he almost ignored Wen Yi. He had been so worried about her injuries that he had ordered her not to get out of bed without scabs, and she probably knew he was nervous, so she had used this method to get his attention.

Her previous good impression of Wen Yi seemed to have completely disappeared after learning that she had hurt herself. Even the guilty conscience she felt when she broke into the Flying Pavilion to see him that night was gone.

Maybe, she was still Yang Luoyi from the start.

Zhuge Ming also came over tonight, so when Song Yunqian mentioned this matter to him, Zhuge Ming was extremely surprised when he heard it, "No wonder her injuries haven't improved at all, so that's actually the reason."

Song Yunqian said in a dejected manner: "Perhaps, we have always been deceived by her."

"Although what she did was wrong, I still maintained the original view. Her soul is not Yang Luoyi, I went to find State Advisor to borrow her corpse to return her soul, State Advisor told me that such a thing did happen, and he had personally witnessed it. "It is said that it is difficult to change one's nature. No matter how much she changes, it is impossible for her to change completely in a short period of time. I think it is to borrow a corpse to return the soul." Zhuge Ming said.

Song Yunqian thought about everything that had happened in the mountains, remembered how he had been intimate with her in her room that day, remembered everything that had happened with her, and felt that Zhuge Ming's words were correct. But right now, he couldn't even take care of himself, so why bother about whether she was dead or not? He had never loved the Yang Luoyi of the past, the so-called Wen Yi today. Fine, he didn't even know if she was called Wen Yi or not. If she really did borrow his corpse to return the soul, then she was only a ghost, how could it be worth his trouble?

So, in the end, she said without much interest, "Forget it, don't worry about her. She can do whatever she wants." He placed his hands on his knees and rubbed his knee, which did not feel anything, and mocked himself, "This King is just a piece of trash, why would I care about other people's injuries? If she was Yang Luoyi, and if she harmed Ke Er, even if her legs were crippled, this duke would not pinch. If she wasn't Yang Luoyi, and was only a ghost, then she would have just died from the injury on her leg, and would have only returned the leg back to its original state.

After saying that, his own heart began to ache, as though Wen Yi was really going to return to dust, return to dust.

Zhuge Ming knew that he had become depressed again. It was not easy for him to get angry due to the wheelchair, but now that she was injured and depressed again, he kept saying that even if he did not care about her, but he had moved his emotions. There was a box at the bottom of everyone's heart that hid secrets that even he might not be able to pry into. He probably wouldn't be able to see through his emotions either.

Thus, several days had passed, yet Wen Yi did not come to look for Song Yunqian, and even more so, did not look for Wen Yi.

However, he still ordered Xiao San to monitor Wen Yi's movements and report to him every night. When Xiao San came to report this, his heart sunk by one inch.

That night, after drinking some wine and hearing Xiao San say that she had been using needles to prick her body almost all day, not only his feet, but even his head. When he heard this, his entire body reeked of alcohol, and his body was enveloped in a cold aura, his blood nearly frozen.

"What the hell does she want? Is it because this duke was with Luo Fan that night that she wanted to do this? "

Seeing him so angry, how could Xiao San dare to make a sound? He could only step aside and remain silent.

The more Song Yunqian thought about it, the angrier he became. He actually stretched his hands out to the table and tried to stand up, but his legs could not exert any strength and he fell to the ground. Xiao San hurriedly went forward to help him up, saying, "My prince, please calm your anger, there is no need to be so angry. If you really don't want to see your wangfei like this, go and see her!"

The Xiao San looked at it for a few days, but still could not figure it out. He also thought that Wen Yi did it because she wanted to obtain the king's pity or because she was fighting with the king. Otherwise, how could he explain why she was doing this?

Song Yunqian said angrily: "Throw this steel chair away, this king does not want to receive her kindness!"

The son of the Xiao San was shocked and quickly said, "Prince, don't ask for battle qi. This chair is very exquisite and exquisite, it is very rare to see it in this world. The wangfei did everything she could to find it for you …"

"Where did all this nonsense come from?" This King does not need her to be hypocritical! " Song Yunqian roared, veins popping out, even his lips were trembling from anger.

The servants rushed in, and upon seeing this scene, they were all shocked, Xiao San quickly said: "Why aren't you coming over to help the Duke sit down?"

The servant immediately rushed over to help Song Yunqian. He originally wanted to help him get on the wheelchair, but when he got near the wheelchair, he suddenly struck out with his palm. After using seventy to eighty percent of his strength, the wheelchair turned into a pile of scrap iron.

Everyone was stunned, Xiao San helped him sit on the armchair, and anxiously got people to get Zhuge Ming.

Zhuge Ming hurriedly arrived and saw the corpse of the wheelchair in In the courtyard. He shook his head and walked in and sighed: "Why do you have to use the wheelchair to vent your anger?"

Song Yunqian's face congealed as he looked at Zhuge Ming. "Your medical skills are so high, give her a bag of poison and he will immediately die in front of me."

Zhuge Ming looked at him, "What's the use of saying such angry words? If she dies, you will be more sad than anyone else. "

"What nonsense are you talking about? This King hates her to the extreme. She's completely dead, so This King won't be annoyed if he sees her. " Song Yunqian said coldly.

Zhuge Ming dismissed the Xiao San and the little person, then directly said to him: "If it really doesn't matter, then you wouldn't be this angry just because you found out that she injured herself. You obviously care about her, but you don't admit it, and never tried to hide your feelings before me.

Song Yunqian glanced at him indifferently, and said without a care: "Do you think that you understand this duke very well?"

"No, I don't know you, but you don't know yourself." Zhuge Ming said, "If you don't want to admit it, no one can force you."

Song Yunqian seemed to have called someone in to prove that he didn't really like Wen Yi, and said: "Prepare the carriage now, this king wants to enter the palace to report to royal father, this king wants to divorce her."

Zhuge Ming sent his servant out and closed the door, then looked straight at him, "Alright, I believe you don't like her, but do you want to be judged for your crimes for no reason? I admit that she wasn't very smart this time, but it was just to get you to care about her. "

"If This King cares about her, then she won't do anything. This King will care about her." If This King does not want to concern himself with her, This King would not even look at her if she were to die. Go and heal her every day and tell her that. " Song Yunqian said coldly.

Zhuge Ming knew that he would not be able to persuade his to enter, and did not plan to do so. Otherwise, if he were to say a few more words, even he himself would get angry.

The next day, Zhuge Ming went to treat Wen Yi's injuries. When he opened her wound and saw the densely packed needles on his leg, he sighed and shook his head, "Why are you doing this?"

Wen Yi did not understand what he meant and asked curiously: "What?"

Wen Yi held the acupuncture of gold in her hands. Because the cover of the acupuncture of gold was already broken, she let Xiao Ju wrap it up with a brocade cloth to sew it up. Thus, Zhuge Ming did not know what she was looking at. While Wen Yi was reading the book, she was also listening to Zhuge Ming speak, and it was inevitable that he would be a little distracted.

After Zhuge Ming bandaged the wound, he asked again, "Did you remember what I said just now?"

Wen Yi raised his head and looked at him, nodding his head in a daze, "I will remember." He seemed to be saying that Song Yunqian did not like people who play tricks, but who does not like straightforward people? Who would like someone who played tricks? This was very ridiculous.

Zhuge Ming said as he revealed a smile, "I know that wangfei is a smart person, and I definitely understand the meaning behind my words.

Wen Yi put down the book, raised her head and looked at Zhuge Ming: "Where did you see that I love him so much?"

Zhuge Ming laughed, "You don't need me to say that right? The other day, when the Royal Concubine saw Qian in the Flying Pavilion, your reaction was too extreme. If you didn't have true love, how could you have ended up like this? "

Speaking of what happened that day, Wen Yi was powerless to refute. That day was indeed an unguarded day, and all of her emotions were exposed on her face. Now that she had been exposed, she wasn't the least bit embarrassed. She said seriously, "I may have been confused for a moment, but now, I can clearly feel my own feelings."

"Oh?" Now, it was Zhuge Ming's turn to not understand.

Wen Yi smiled indifferently, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand!" She looked down at her wound: "Is the bandage done?" Actually, it doesn't matter if you come or not.

"Please take care of your body, Empress. Don't use your body as a tool for battle qi." Zhuge Ming said in a serious tone.

Wen Yi's attention was once again focused on the acupuncture of gold, and absent-mindedly replied: "Mn, got it, Xiao Ju, send Godly Doctor Zhuge out."

Zhuge Ming shook his head. His words were already so plain, and she didn't know if it was true or not.