Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Jiuli's expression was dull for a moment as she watched her hand touching Yin Zhen's leg. Her muscles were firm and her lines were smooth, no different from usual. It was obviously an act.

But Jiuli became even angrier. What if something went wrong? Could this guy guarantee that the people around him were his own people? And not bribed?

"Why are you touching? How can you be sure that everyone around you is loyal? Do you know that if something goes wrong, you will be gone?" He pulled out his pressed hand and tapped Yin Zhen's head in annoyance.

"Oh, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have made Qingqing unhappy," Yin Zhen smiled. Qingqing cared about him and hugged Jiuli's waist from behind.

His lips rubbed against her ear, teasing her intentionally or unintentionally.

"I think you are taking your own body less and less seriously," Jiuli pushed him away.

Yin Zhen rolled his eyes, pretended to cover his chest, and fell to the side with tears in his eyes.

"Qingqing, it hurts." He took a deep breath, his voice trembling a little, obviously it was very painful.

"Do you still feel pain?" Jiuli looked at her hand. Something was wrong. Did she use too much force? She helped Yin Zhen up. "Where are you hurt? Is it serious?" she asked stiffly.

"You pushed the wound away," he muttered softly, and sat down next to Jiuli with her strength, enjoying the service.

"How could you get hurt here?" Jiuli reacted quickly. How could a racehorse get hurt in the chest?

This little liar never tells the truth.

"How do you know that I can't?" Yin Zhen said confidently, but his tone weakened later. "It hurt so much when you pushed me. You pushed me right after we met. I'm hurt. I feel bad."

Jiuli laughed out loud when she heard this. This was clearly just an act. How could it be painful? This was just pretending to be stupid and obedient.

"You are old, why are you still acting like a child?" He slapped her in annoyance and then sat down beside her. "Tell me what's going on. Why are you playing like this for no reason?"

"I am just like this in front of you. I am still very dignified in front of others," Yin Zhen smiled, "It was just that during the horse race, I was not paying attention and got thrown and stepped on."

He tried to gloss over the matter by playing dumb.

"Didn't you notice?" Jiuli quickly reached out and pinched Yin Zhen's cheek, "Are you still playing dumb with me?"

"Really," Yin Zhen came closer, letting Jiuli pinch his face without dodging, "That's right,"

"Just what?" The hand pinching his face became heavier.

"I'm telling you, there was something wrong with the racehorse. Someone gave it a drug that made it crazy," he said in a low voice, shrugging his head. "Hey, don't cry."

"I'm not crying, you saw it wrong," Jiuli widened her eyes and stared at Yin Zhen in front of her, her eyes red.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. I promise I won't make you worry next time," he apologized graciously, resting his chin on Jiuli's shoulder, "Look, I'm fine, aren't I?"

"You haven't told me why you came back? The summer resort is not close to the capital, can you make it back?" Jiuli seemed to remember something and asked with her head tilted.

"I won't go back. I'm seriously injured. My father asked me to come back to recuperate." Yin Zhen hugged Jiuli's waist calmly.

"Hehe, you are getting better and better at pretending." Jiuli squinted her eyes with a smile, it was quite a skill for her to be able to hide it from His Majesty.

"Don't say that. I still have to lie down for a few days," Yin Zhen said with a bitter face, "I have to show myself."

"You still have the nerve to say that. Didn't you do it all by yourself?" Jiuli said with a look of distress in her eyes. "Apart from this method, is there no other way? Do you want to do this?"

"If there were any other way, I wouldn't choose this," Yin Zhen lowered his head, his face serious, "I don't regret it."

"Father only has the Crown Prince in his heart. When the princes grow up, they will enter the court and divide into factions. Father likes to weigh the pros and cons the most. I don't want to be a pawn and work for others. It's fine like this."

He is ill but poses no threat. No matter who ascends the throne, it is enough to show him some favor.

"What's good about that? I remember you wanted to be a general before, but now you are willing to be an idle prince?" Jiuli's eyes were red with heartache and reluctance.

"Qingqing, I know you care about me the most," Yin Zhen didn't care at all and rubbed against Jiuli's arms like a big dog.

"Stop making trouble, you are seriously injured," Jiuli tilted her head.

"I came back from so far away just to hug you." Yin Zhen's face still looked a little tired and exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes.

"Go to sleep, I'll watch over you." Jiuli sighed.

"I'll carry you over there," Yin Zhen said with a triumphant look on his face. He picked up Jiuli and carried her horizontally towards the inner room.

"Take care of yourself, don't let me fall." Jiuli hooked her hands around Yin Zhen's neck and hugged him tightly.

"Don't worry, I'll fall, but I won't let you fall." Yin Zhen said, and gently put Jiuli on the bed.

Then he lay down beside her and hugged Jiuli with his arms.

"Do you want to hug someone else besides me?" Jiuli thought about it, and let Yin Zhen hug her and stroke her hair.

"I won't hug anyone except you," Yin Zhen closed his eyes.

After a while, even breathing was heard. Jiuli looked up at the person who was so close to her. There was a strong smell of blood on his body. She was afraid that the wound had broken open again. Her eyes moved slightly.

"Qingqing, don't move, just lie down with me." Yin Zhen subconsciously hugged Jiuli tightly, "I'm fine, it's someone else's blood, I have to pretend anyway."

"Okay." Never mind. If he doesn't want to talk, then let him be.

After lying down for a long time, Yin Zhen stood up and straightened his clothes.

"I'm back. I'll come to see you when I'm free," Yin Zhen looked at Jiuli with a smile and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

"Heal your broken body before talking to me," Jiuli rolled her eyes unhappily, "If you are lame, don't come to see me."

"Okay, even if it's for you, I won't be crippled," Yin Zhen patted his legs. He was fine, if he really was crippled, wouldn't that be the end? Qing Qing didn't dislike herself, but she did.

"Then let's go quickly and stop nagging." Jiuli looked at Yin Zhen's receding back, her tone stiff but full of concern.

"Hard on the outside but soft on the inside," Yin Zhen said softly as he walked out of the main courtyard.

Then he left Prince Jing's Mansion through the small door and returned to his study, breathing a sigh of relief. In fact, he had avoided the vital point, but he thought of this method when he spread the news.

It was just the right way to avoid his father from promising him a princess. As for other things, it didn't matter. At least for now, he wouldn't regret it.

"Sent it out?" Jiuli raised her eyes.

"I came here after I sent the prince into the mansion." Shuying took a pair of small scissors and cut the candlelight, making the whole room brighter.

"There's a jar of the best healing medicine in my dowry. You can give it to him." Jiuli turned the bracelet on her hand.

"Yes." Shuying agreed, "Not sending it to the prince?"