Situ Ling woke up slowly, the splitting headache made him almost fall to the ground again, he held his forehead and looked around.

This is where?

Situ Ling was shocked. It was pitch black all around, and only a little moonlight came through the window. He used that moonlight to look around again.

Behind him was a pile of debris, and he was in a cramped woodshed at this time.

Situ Ling's temple jumped suddenly, he didn't know how he appeared in the firewood room, his last memory was still in the back garden after he healed Luo Chen's eyes.

He has no memory of what happened after that...

Situ Ling quickly reached out to touch his face, his fingertips touched the warm skin, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Why is his mask gone? Could someone have already found out his identity and locked him up, so where is Nan Qiqi now, will he be worried because he hasn't been found yet.

Situ Ling strode to the door of the firewood room. There was only one lock on the door of the firewood room. He sneered, thinking that locking him just because of this was a bit too contempt for him.

Situ Ling held the door lock, and the internal force in the dantian was gathered into his hands. Is this an easy task for him?

There was no sound of breaking the door lock, and it was still hanging on the door intact.

Situ Ling stretched out his hands in surprise, he showed an expression of disbelief, his inner strength seemed to be blocked by something, stuck in his body.

No matter how much energy he used, his inner strength couldn't break through his dantian at all, and the originally abundant dantian also became dry at this time. Even if he used a little inner strength, it was very painful.

He clasped his fingers, and someone drugged him to limit his internal strength.

Situ Ling's face sank, he held the door lock, and wanted to use brute force to open the lock, but the material of the lock was not ordinary, it was made of black iron, and it was impossible to open it with human strength.

The blue veins on his forehead with his clenched fists are particularly obvious, no matter how well he hides it, he can't hide the anger that erupted from him at this time.

With a wave of his hand, he smashed all the debris in the woodshed to the ground, making a loud noise and raising a burst of dust.

Situ Ling endured the discomfort in his heart and pressed his sore temple. What he was most worried about right now was not himself, but Nan Qiqi. The exposure of his identity would definitely be detrimental to Nan Qiqi.

He was so worried that he was going crazy, and he didn't know how Nan Qiqi was doing at this time.

Situ Ling suddenly saw the green gauze wrapped around his wrist, the madness in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his mood gradually calmed down.

He recognized that it belonged to Nan Qiqi, so if Nan Qiqi had already found him, how could he...

Nan Qiqi was standing outside at this moment. She heard the loud noise from the firewood room and Situ Ling's grief and anger, but she pinched her thigh to keep her heart from softening.

Nan Qiqi: "Sirui, is it really good for me to do this?"

Si Rui couldn't bear it either, but he still tried to persuade Nan Qiqi.

[Master, if you don't do this, the day Situ Ling disappears, you won't have time to cry. ]

Nan Qiqi gritted her teeth, waved to the little girl behind her, and handed the lunch box she had been holding in her arms to the little girl: "You will give these to Prince Situ later, and what I told you just now, do you remember? ?"

"Remember." The little maid was puzzled. The princess clearly had a good relationship with Prince Situ, why is she so cruel now.

She didn't dare to ask too much, she just did her own thing.

Nan Qiqi watched as the little maid took the lunch box into the firewood room, and she left cruelly.

Situ Ling was sitting on the ground with his back against the firewood stack. Even if someone suddenly opened the door and came in, he would not be interested at all. He laughed at himself and his eyes were sparkling.

"Did the princess send you here? Didn't she come to explain it herself?"

The little maid put down the lunch box and followed Nan Qiqi's instructions, her tone was a bit cold: "His Royal Highness asked the servant to speak to the prince, she said that the prince has no use value for the princess, and when you have trouble with the prince, From time to time, the princess will ask the emperor to send the prince back to Beiting country."

Situ Ling held the broken tile in his hand, and after hearing the little maid's words, he squeezed the tile in his hand tightly, the sharp end pierced into the palm of his hand, and the blood instantly rolled down from his palm, staining him red clothes.

Situ Ling lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the little girl still felt the terrifying air pressure around Situ Ling, which made her almost breathless.

The little maid hurriedly said all the words that the princess told her: "The princess also said that from now on, the prince will stay in Beiting to do a good job and have nothing to do with each other."

Situ Ling suddenly laughed: "Thank you, Princess, for letting Ziling return home."

Situ Ling's chest throbbed every time he said a word, he thought that Nan Qiqi was treating him sincerely, but he didn't expect it to be a use in the end.

He was a tool to be used from start to finish, and he was never really treated by anyone.

Situ Ling let out a low growl like a beast, and the little maid was so frightened that she forgot to say the last sentence Nan Qiqi told her, she turned around hastily and left, and when she locked the door, she accidentally caught DiDi Jingying following Situ Ling's chin Line slips.

Dropped to the ground, mixed with the dirt.

It was already late autumn, and there was still a lot of rain. The sky was overcast and gloomy, and it started to rain endlessly after a while.

Nan Qiqi stood by the window, watching the rain knock down the last leaf on the elm tree in front of her window.

She didn't know how to describe her mood at this moment, and she felt like an overturned condiment bottle with mixed feelings.

The little maid hurried over and said to Nan Qiqi, "Princess, you have already told Prince Situ everything about your servants."

"how is he.

Nan Qiqi hesitated for a while, but finally did not ask.

"That's good." Nan Qiqi suppressed the desire in her heart and kept her face calm, "Then you can go down first."

After the little maid retreated, Nan Qiqi couldn't hold it anymore, she gasped for breath.

"Sirui, do you think Situ Ling hates me?" Nan Qiqi's tone was low.

Sirius told the truth.

[Of course, but what the master wants is to make Situ Ling hate you? He can live only if he hates you. ]

Nan Qiqi's eyes changed to a firm light again, Si Rui was right, she could only save Situ Ling's life if she was ruthless.

It was night, Situ Ling kept his eyes open and refused to close his eyes, until late at night he couldn't believe that Nan Qiqi had been lying to him for so long.

In fact, he has a thousand ways to rush out and question Nan Qiqi, but Nan Qiqi must have her intentions to keep him here.

He listened to the sound of the rain outside, hoping that everything would be back to normal after the rain stopped.

Even if he knew it wasn't possible...