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Lin Su just hesitated for a moment and walked straight into the palace.

After all, Yanranju has not had a master for a long time. Even if there is a palace eunuch who usually cleans and takes care of him, it is inevitable to lose his master and be lonely. Lin Su looked at the dead branches in the yard and sighed.

"Master, let's go back. It's too late to see. If the master continues to stay here, in case the emperor goes up to the Fuliu Hall and doesn't see the master, I'm afraid it's not good.

Xia Yan came forward and persuaded Lin Su in a low voice.

Lin Su shook his head slightly and walked in the direction of the main house.

Seeing this, Xia Yan quickly followed with an umbrella. Lin Su passed the corridor, stretched out his hand and pushed the door directly, and then saw a figure standing in the hall, arrogant and straight, but with a trace of loneliness, which seemed to be very lonely.

"Who's in there!?" Xia Yan also saw the figure and subconsciously stood in front of Lin Su, but was gently pulled away by Lin Su.

"You stay outside the door, Xia Yan."

"Master!?" Xia Yan looked at Lin Su in surprise and saw that she looked firm, so she took a deep breath and nodded. After Lin Su stepped into the hall, he carefully closed the door and suppressed his uneasiness.

The moment the man in the room turned around, she recognized who it was. Lin Su gets along with that person alone, and there will be no one to live in this ordinary life. If he is found, I'm afraid he can't really jump into the Yellow River.

However, Lin Su's persistence forced her to give in.

As soon as the door closed, Xia Yan faintly regretted it. She should have insisted again. She looked back at the dark room. She couldn't help praying secretly that no one would know about it. Otherwise, the master's reputation will really be ruined.

In the room, Lin Su stood at the door and looked at the figure that was a little blurred because of the light problem. She slowly walked over, sat on the chair she was sitting in, reached out and gently stroked the armrest of the chair. She lowered her head thoughtfully and opened her mouth faintly without looking at Feng Jing.

"Actually, I have always wanted to ask the imperial doctor a question. Why did you help me at the beginning?

Lin Su's voice is very light. If it hadn't been quiet around, it would have been easy to ignore her voice. Feng Jing, who stood in place, slowly turned around and watched Lin Su's thin figure being covered by the chair. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "I didn't want to help the Empress. What I did was just by heart."

"What about the little prince?" Lin Su suddenly looked up, stared firmly at Feng Jing's dark eyes, and slowly stood up with the armrest. "Is he really no longer saved?"

The death of the little prince is a very contradictory result for Lin Su. On the one hand, she hated Zhou Shuxian and felt that she had finally got what she wanted and let the woman try the pain she had had. On the other hand, she deeply hates herself and actually calculates a newborn child.

The death of the little prince, she seemed to have done nothing from beginning to end, but the final development had an inseparable relationship with her.

Occasionally, when she woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, she couldn't help looking at Ah Fu and A Ling in her ear. Seeing that the two children were fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, if anyone really asks her whether she regrets or not, she can say for sure that she has never regretted it.

It's just that some things have been buried in her heart for too long. Now she sees Feng Jing under such circumstances, which makes her have an impulse to say all those things at once.

Feng Jing seemed to be surprised that she would ask such a straightforward question about those years. After being a little stunned, she whispered, "The Empress is too worried. I am the royal doctor of the imperial hospital, and my duty is to take care of the bodies of the masters in the palace. If the little prince had a remedy at the beginning, I would never have stood by.

The implication is that the little prince will not live to be one year old anyway?

Lin Su only felt that a force in his heart was suddenly pulled out. He collapsed weakly in the chair, looked up at Feng Jing again, and then whispered, "There have been many things in the palace recently. I will figure out about Concubine Chen. However, are you really not going to leave with Concubine Chen?

Looking at Lin Su sitting back, a worry flashed on Feng Jing's face. However, the light in the room itself is not good, so Lin Su didn't see it at all. Hearing Lin Su's words, he shook his head slightly.

"Concubine Chen is my cousin. I only care about her because of a trace of blood connection." Feng Jing said lightly, "Leaving the palace, I think she should have a good life, so I don't have to follow her."

Princess Chen is actually Feng Jing's cousin?!

This truth completely shocked Lin Su. She always thought that there was something unspeakable between Feng Jing and Concubine Chen, but she never thought that the truth would be like this.

She was almost at a loss and struggled to get up from the chair. She couldn't help taking two steps forward and seemed to grab Feng Jing's arm. Then she realized that the action was inadvertent and took it back awkwardly.

"Is Concubine Chen really your cousin? Don't the emperor and Empress Dowager Zhao know about this? Especially the Empress Dowager Zhao remembered the affectionate attitude of Empress Dowager Zhao towards Feng Jing, and Feng Jing was the son of her deceased...

Lin Su only felt dizzy, and then smiled bitterly.

She is really a villain.

Originally, he thought that he had seized the affair between Feng Jing and Concubine Chen and used this matter to repeatedly coerce Feng Jing to help him, but now Feng Jing tells her that all this is false. He is only good to Concubine Chen because she is his relative.

"In this harem, except for you and me, only Concubine Chen herself knows it." Feng Jing's soft voice sounded in his ear, and Lin Su only felt that his whole body seemed to have been watered with cold water.

She trembled slightly and tried to stand herself.

"Feng Jing, Feng Royal Doctor," said calmly. Lin Suming knew that he should not ask, but he couldn't help but want to get one.

"So, what have you been helping me like this all this time?"

There was a silence in the room, and Feng Jing looked down at Lin Su standing in front of him. When I saw this for the first time, I carefully spoke with Concubine Chen. The woman who worried about Li Moshan had no longer had the childishness of those years. The beautiful face was pale without a trace of blood. The hand held in front of her trembled slightly and looked at him seriously and nervously.

What can he say at this time?