After a long silence, Jin Zhao heard a familiar voice.

"Wan'er, some things... are beyond my control."

"What... do you mean? Even you won't help me?" The woman's voice was full of tears.

"Wan'er, I will try my best to help you, but..."

"It's just that I can't make my father change his mind?" The woman said first, her tone already becoming anxious.

There was no reply, and after a long time, "So you also agree with father's approach, in order to consolidate his position, sacrifice me?"

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait any longer, turned around and left the room.

Jin Zhao was standing not far away, just in time to see her going out.

Just as Qin Wanqing took two steps, she stopped and her eyes slowly shifted to him.

After tens of seconds, he quickly walked up to him and said in a surprised tone, "...it's you."

Jin Zhao guessed her identity after hearing her words just now.

It's just that she didn't expect that she still remembered herself.

The woman's eyes were red, as if she had already cried, and there were still crystal teardrops hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Ting Yu froze in place, obviously a little surprised, this kid... how could he know Miss Qin.

Qin Wanqing glanced at him up and down, she didn't expect him to become so embarrassed, "How could you...be like this?"

Even so, Jin Zhao smiled nonchalantly, "What a coincidence, Miss Qin."

Qin Wanqing looked at the dirty blood all over his body, and couldn't bear it, "Young master, come with me, I'll help you."

She didn't even know what happened to her, so she just said that, as if she had forgotten how she cried and begged Shen Li just a moment ago, obviously... she was already in danger, but she still wanted to help him.

Hearing this, Ting Yu felt that something was wrong, so he grabbed Jin Zhao's wrist and dragged him over.

"Miss Qin, we still have something to do, so let's go first."

"Eh…"

Qin Wanqing wanted to reach out to stop her, but Tingyu had already dragged her away.

It turns out...she begged that person before entering the palace, but...that person didn't help her.

But why, he obviously likes the heroine very much in his heart, if she is prevented from entering the palace, maybe there is still some hope of competing with the heroine for the heroine, and he won't be so relentless in chasing after him, the heroine doesn't have a traceThe wavering, it turned out... had already been laid out before.

Xunfeng helped him stand at the door, and happened to see this scene.

After a long time, after they all left, Xunfeng worriedly said: "Master, why...why didn't you tell Miss Wanqing that this was decided by Empress Dowager early in the morning, and her father also..."

Shen Li shook his head, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes, "After all, it didn't help her, so what's the point of saying these things."

"But it's better than being misunderstood by her for no reason. You also care about her in your heart. Can you feel good about being misunderstood like this?"

Shen Li's body leaned against the door frame weakly, and after a while, he waved Xun Feng's hand, "Get the carriage, I'm going to the prime minister's residence."

Xunfeng thought he had figured it out, so he responded and quickly prepared the carriage.

Afterwards, Xunfeng supported him and went out the door.

Before getting into the carriage, Ting Yu rushed over.

"Master, that kid has been brought back, what should we do with him?"

Shen Li had a complicated face and was absent-minded. He got into the carriage almost without a pause, and before leaving, he casually explained, "You still need to ask me about such trivial matters? You can figure it out yourself."

Ting Yu nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Immediately, the carriage galloped away, drifting away.

Ting Yu turned around and returned to the mansion, heading towards the direction just now.

Jin Zhao had a high fever. During this period, his consciousness was in a state of chaos, and he could hardly remember anything. It was only after he woke up that he realized what the real...purgatory on earth is.