On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 320 A thank you gift to the prince
Ye Zhiyu soon understood,

"What kind of thank-you gift does the prince want? I'll prepare it right away." She put down the tea cup and prepared to leave.

Feng Wuming glanced at the tea cup, his face darkened: "Come here."

"What else does the prince have to say?" Ye Zhiyu was alert.

Feng Wuming didn't explain, but grabbed her hand. Just as she was about to call out, she felt a gentle spiritual power flowing from her hand into her body, making her very comfortable and her head no longer hurt.

She didn't know why she thought of Caiping's words.

She shook her head quickly.

Impossible, Feng Wuming is just a mean-spirited person at most, and it is impossible for him to be interested in her.

Her smile was a little genuine: "Thank you, Your Majesty. What kind of thank you would you like? I'll go up the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire to get it for you."

Feng Wuming was too lazy to pay attention to her irrelevant words and said in a deep voice.

"That day, the palace guards burned down Prince Huan's mansion. I sent a few secret guards with strong martial arts skills to go there quietly and captured several of Prince Huan's confidants." Feng Wuming said.

"It's not easy to catch a few confidants, but I don't know what the prince plans to do with them?" Ye Zhiyu asked curiously.

King Huan's power was deeply entwined inside and outside the capital, and those around him should not be underestimated.

"Of course I will kill them. However, I heard some very interesting things from their mouths." Feng Wuming curled his lips, half-smiling.

"whats the matter?"

"The reason why King Huan captured Xiao Jiu and Xiao Feng Tuan was because he thought Xiao Jiu was my son." He turned to look at Ye Zhiyu, his eyes falling on her slightly surprised face, "You know why?"

Feng Wuming's question, coupled with his cold eyes, made the pores on Ye Zhiyu's body stand up.

"Well...how can I know this?"

"Really? You don't know?" Feng Wuming's eyes were so gloomy that her scalp went numb.

Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but shudder, suppressing his guilt, and forced out a smile: "Maybe it's because Xiaojiu and you look too similar, so Prince Huan... misunderstood."

She looked careless and said: "Fate is wonderful. My Xiaojiu and Wangye look alike, and they will definitely look good in the future. It would be great to have Wangye's ability and intelligence."

Feng Wuming saw her looking careless and laughed without knowing why.

His laughter fell on Ye Zhiyu's ears, making her feel on pins and needles, like thorns piercing her back.

"One or two cents are like fate, and a perfect likeness is also fate?"

Ye Zhiyu's heart was pounding, and she clasped the bottom of the table with her fingers.

"This is a great fate."

"Your Majesty, if you ask me this, do you think Xiaojiu has something to do with you?"

Ye Zhiyu decided to question him in reverse.

She looked shocked: "Your Majesty, you can't make this kind of mistake. Xiaojiu is the child of me and my late husband. He just looks like you. Don't think too much about it. I still know whose child my son is."

"Don't be angry, Prince, if I say something bad."

She whispered: "If the prince has a child, can you not know about it? How can a father in the world not know about his child? You say so, prince."

Feng Wuming: "..."

He gave her a cold look.

Ye Zhiyu smacked his mouth twice: "My fault, please don't be angry, Your Majesty." She changed the subject: "People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat for one meal, you will feel hungry. Your Majesty, please move on and have breakfast."

If you talk too much, you will make mistakes. Feng Wuming doesn't talk much and always looks at her with deep eyes, which makes her frightened. She is afraid that he will find out what happened, and she is also afraid that she will be caught if she talks too much.

Feng Wuming looked at her deeply and didn't hold on to her anymore.

"You have something to do."

"Lord Wen sent a message this morning. Wen Baoshu is about to enter the palace. He would like to ask you to come to the palace to have a talk. I have already agreed on your behalf."

This man told her not to treat people randomly, but he ended up looking for things for her to do all day long.

However, Wen Baoshu was also a pitiful person. Although she had always been against him in the past, Ye Zhiyu was not completely incomprehensible.

Besides, Mr. Wen is a pretty good person. Now that his daughter is going to the palace to accompany her, the reason why she comes to Feng Wuming is just to ask Ye Zhiyu to prepare some medicine for her.

Since he has money to make and can do favors, Ye Zhiyu has the final say and it is not a loss-making transaction.

I took the medicine box and went to Wen Mansion.

Today, the Wen Mansion is different from usual. The atmosphere is cheerful and the mansion has been renovated a lot.The maids and servants below were also more energetic than before.It seems that Wen Baoshu is in good condition these days.

"After waiting for a long time, you are finally here. Shu'er is waiting for you in the house." Mr. Wen welcomed Ye Zhiyu into the house with a happy face.

Arriving in the inner room, Wen Baoshu sat quietly in front of the dressing table. Seeing her stand up, she smiled and said, "Miss Wang is here, sit down quickly."

Ye Zhiyu sat down and said with a smile: "Miss Wen looks good. She must be fine."

"Thanks to the miracle doctor Wang." It was rare for Wen Baoshu to be so polite to Ye Zhiyu, "I was confused that day and almost killed my father and family. Fortunately, the miracle doctor saved me. Shu'er is very grateful."

From her words, Ye Zhiyu could hear some sincerity.Therefore, I put aside my past prejudices and negotiated with her.

"You don't have to be so polite. I heard that you have now figured it out and are ready to enter the palace. I am also happy for you."

Wen Baoshu nodded.

"Your father asked me to prepare some medicinal materials for you. I can't just prepare them for you. I still need to diagnose your pulse." Ye Zhiyu said with a smile.

Hearing this, Wen Baoshu stretched out her hand, and Ye Zhiyu put his slender fingers on her wrist, then took it back after a moment.

"How is it?" Wen Baoshu asked.

"Compared to before, your body is in good condition." Ye Zhiyu gestured for her to switch to the other hand, "But your body is dry/heaty, and you have a thermal constitution. In addition, you are easily angry, and over time you will become depressed. , in addition to relaxing your mind, you also need to regulate it.”

Wen Baoshu sighed: "That's it. I don't want to be brooding every day, so I thought about being more open-minded, but in the end... Alas, the gain outweighs the loss. Miss Wang, you have suffered so many grievances. In the end, I have to ask you to save me." He choked up after speaking.

Ye Zhiyu saw this and patted her shoulder: "Okay, okay, everything is over. I don't take those things to heart."

Wen Baoshu looked up at her, tears streaming down her face, feeling unbearably guilty.

"Now that I think about it, I'm really sorry for you." Wen Baoshu apologized in a low voice, feeling unbearable in her heart.

Ye Zhiyu chuckled: "There's nothing to be sorry for. It's not that I'm talking about you. I've seen through it a long time ago, and I didn't suffer at all."

Hearing this, Wen Baoshu's face turned slightly red.

Ye Zhiyu continued to diagnose her pulse, but suddenly frowned and asked her again: "Have you come into contact with anything dirty recently? Think about it carefully."

Wen Baoshu shook her head: "No, what's wrong?"

Ye Zhiyu pondered for a moment and told her what he felt just now.

(End of this chapter)