Moody's wanton behavior on Qing Yue's body made Qing Yue's whole body mottled and painful. During the process, Qingyue was worried that people outside would hear it, so she tried her best to suppress her voice, thinking countless times in her heart, "I'm going to kill you". The night slowly turns white, and Moody leaves. Qingyue was extremely resentful and ashamed, she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to face it, and she didn't know how to calm down this extreme emotion. He has always been witty and steady, but this time he was at a loss.

Two or three hours later, Moody came in from outside, as usual. Qingyue still fell on the bed, tied hands and feet, and did not move. The prince walked to the side of the bed and helped him up.

"Do you dare to let the rope go?" Qingyue didn't raise her head, didn't raise her eyes, and said as if talking to herself.

The prince pondered for a while, pulled out the dagger from his boots, and cut the ropes on Qing Yue's hands and feet. Qingyue rubbed her wrists and ankles, and simply moved twice. Suddenly punched Moddy in the face, and then kicked to the chest, Moddy staggered back two steps, Qingyue jumped off the bed, came to Moddy, looked at him hatefully, Moddy stood there without moving, Qingyue pulled Moddy's collar and pushed it out to the table, Moddy stood unsteadily, knocked on the table and fell to the ground, Qingyue went up and punched and kicked, from beginning to end, the prince did not fight back, not even cover or dodge. Qingyue's resentment was hard to dissipate, she suddenly saw the dagger that fell to the ground, picked it up and stabbed it at Moddy, Moddy snorted, blood flowed out of the strands at the shoulder blades, and she couldn't stop seeing the blood, Qingyue came to her senses, and stopped after punching Moddy in the face. Sit on the ground next to him and bow his head and say nothing.

"Is it okay?" The prince asked. Qingyue was silent.

"What I do to you is in love, I am sincere to you, and I will spend the rest of my life verifying what I say." The prince said slowly, suppressing the pain and trying to make his words coherent, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss. adjusted his breathing and shouted outside the door: "Call Steward Wang to come over." ”

After a while, Steward Wang shouted "Lord Wang" at the door of the palace and pushed the door in. Stunned by the scene in the palace, "King-Lord, you are-"

"It's okay, go get some trauma medicine and hemostatic medicine, and then prepare basin water and some bandages, be quick, you prepare alone, don't make a noise." Go ahead! The prince said weakly.

"Good, good," said Steward Wang, and ran out of the hall.

After a short time, the steward of the king rushed into the palace with things and came to the prince. "This—this—" anxiously raised his hands and didn't know where to start.

"Pull out the dagger first," said the prince.

"King-lord, I-I-I don't dare," said the butler with tears in his voice. Steward Wang has been in the palace as a eunuch since he was a child, he doesn't know martial arts, and he has never touched a weapon.

"Qingyue, you come" Wang Ye looked at Qingyue, who had been sitting there and kept her head bowed, and said.

Qingyue didn't move, still sitting like that. It's so complicated in my heart, I wanted to kill him so much last night, and I can't bear to see him hurt today. He didn't understand that his heart was also an aspect of his chagrin.

"Hurry! Do you want to dry up the prince's blood?! The housekeeper came over and dragged Qingyue and said.

Qingyue stood up and did not refuse. Crouched down in front of Moody and looked at the dagger.

"It's all right, the skin is wounded—uh—" The prince interrupted with a muffled snort.

Qing Yue made a sharp move, pulled out the dagger, and then cut open the prince's shirt and tore it off with one hand. He said to Steward Wang, "Clean the wound and apply medicine", took two steps back, and stood aside.

Steward Wang trembled and scrubbed the wound of the prince, and said worriedly: "Lord, why don't you call the imperial doctor to take a look, this infection is not a trivial matter"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury, don't mention it to anyone, otherwise you know the consequences." The prince became serious.

"Yes," said the butler.

"With a little force, if the bandage is not tight, the bleeding will not be stopped, and it is easy to pull the wound." The prince said to the butler.

"Small-" Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged to the side by one of Qing Yue's hands.

Qingyue didn't speak, squatted down, and quickly wrapped the wound with a bandage.

The prince looked at Qingyue and smiled slightly. He turned his head to look at the butler and instructed, "Bathe him and change his clothes in a while, call someone to clean this place, replace all the dirty things, prepare three meals and deliver them here on time." He turned his head to look at Qingyue and said, "I'm going to go to the court today to deal with some things, and I'll come to see you later." As he spoke, he raised his hand to the butler and said, "Help me up."

The housekeeper hurriedly helped the prince up and changed into a brown robe for the prince.

"Stand down," said the prince to the butler.

The prince sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it unhurriedly. His eyes converged, and he didn't say a word. After the tea, the prince stood up and walked straight to the door, his steps were steady, majestic and solemn, as usual.

When Qingyue bathed, she saw the mottled marks on her body, some were pinched, some were pressed, some were kissed, and some were bitten ......, and she remembered all the things last night, she was ashamed, and covered her face with her hands and sank into the water.

When I returned to the north hall, the house had been cleaned and quiet.

Qing Yue came to a corner and meditated cross-legged, he urgently needed to calm his mind and think about what to do next. He adjusted his breath a few times, slowly shielded the surroundings, and entered the artistic conception of only "me", thinking carefully.

"What's wrong with me? Emotions are unstable in the inner heart, and mixed feelings. Outwardly imprisoned, not free. What is the reason for the mood swings? It's because of all the encounters after entering the palace, the most serious of which is that he was ——, last night, why is this happening? It's because Moddy thinks about me wrongly, he does things unscrupulously, and if I fall into his hands, he will definitely not let me go. If he is sincere, he will admit it this time, and if he only wants to enjoy himself for a while, he will be killed in the future. Is he sincere to me? I'm not sure yet, I'll see later. No! I don't want to see him again. Stay away from him so that I can regain my composure and find my true heart. How can external captivity be resolved? I tried many times to escape, but I couldn't escape. The only way is for Murdy to let me out, then I have to find Moddy's weakness or fear to blackmail him, what can I blackmail him? I!? Yes, try to threaten him with your own life. As long as you get out of the palace and stay away from all this, the problem will be solved. Qingyue thought of this by herself, and suddenly became enlightened.

"What needs to be done?" Qingyue thought again: "By the way, the dagger in the morning, Moddy didn't take it away when he left." Thinking about getting up and rummaging through it. Sure enough, I saw the delicate and sharp dagger next to the teacup on the table.