Anger burned his reason, and he seemed to have completely forgotten that even if he called Yan Junqing out, he would be tortured.

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The housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion took a look and saw that it was a man who had been in and out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and called the Prime Minister his eldest brother. He was also the man who had offended the Prime Minister for unknown reasons a few days ago and was tied to the tower and hung for several hours. What should he do? Is he an enemy or a friend?

"Quickly go to the palace to invite the Prime Minister." The butler was very witty, with a pair of shrewd eyes full of smiles. He personally served tea and poured water, and said politely and cautiously: "The Prime Minister is not in the palace. Young Master might as well have a cup of tea.

etc."

Ling Ziliang looked at the cup of fine silver leaves angrily, and the anger in his heart boiled. "Call him back, tie the prince to the tower and treat him as a human being... What a shame, the prince was taken away by that pervert."

, it’s not even close… The prince will definitely not swallow his anger this time!”

After all, Ling Ziliang was from the royal family of Da Shen. Being hung from the tower was not only humiliating to him, but also the face of the royal family of Da Shen.

He was furious and furious, but had nowhere to vent.

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The most painful thing was not that he was tied to the tower, but that he was captured by Meng Xian and almost raped!

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The housekeeper knew that Ling Ziliang was angry at this moment and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The Prime Minister is really good at doing things. He threw such a big trouble to him and then entered the palace...

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The good-tempered butler persuaded with a haha: "Young master, calm down, our prime minister has always been calm in his work, and he will definitely give you an explanation."

"Excuse me? Master, I'm here to seek justice." Ling Ziliang's eyes turned red with anger, and he roared hysterically.

That night, the huge prime minister's house was full of chaos. Ling Ziliang fell asleep for a while when he was tired, and then woke up and continued to make trouble, in an endless cycle.

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Everyone in the prime minister's house dared to be angry but dared not speak out, so they had to hide far away and let him do whatever he wanted.

Besides, they traveled all the way to find the prime minister’s bodyguards under the stars, but when they arrived at the imperial palace, they still couldn’t see Yan Junqing.

Ye Jiangxue's poison has not been cured. She has a high fever for a while, and a cold sweat for a while. This state tortures her body and makes her already depressed and thin body even more skinny.

Yan Junqing stayed by her side and kept talking: "Jiangxue, come on, I can't live without you, and Nan Jin can't live without you. You always say that I am your salvation, but actually... Jiangxue, I'm leaving."

I won’t let you go, I won’t forget you, the one who really needs me is not you, but me..."

Suddenly, a baby's cry spread throughout the huge Chaohuang Hall.

Yan Junqing suddenly looked back and saw the little bun crying terribly.

Standing up and picking her up, Yan Junqing coaxed in a low voice: "Be good, Luo Ming, the queen is in danger now, you have to be good... the queen will be fine, and the father-in-law will definitely save her..."

The gentle voice broke through the years of panic. Yan Junqing lowered her eyes with adoration and carefully shook Ye Luoming in her arms, trying not to let her disturb Ye Jiangxue.

When the sky dawned, he was already pale and exhausted. His thin and slender body still stood upright, but his face was full of weariness.

Three days later, the poison finally slowed down and no longer tortured Ye Jiangxue.

Yan Junqing's pale hand brushed her forehead, which had returned to normal temperature, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out.
Chapter completed!