I'm in trouble again! My best friend, the princess in the group, please save me!

An Huanyan's mind went blank, and she even forgot to breathe at that moment.

It was not until her face turned red and her whole body began to tremble that Hai Yanqing reacted and quickly let her go.

Before Hai Yanqing could explain anything, his mighty roar startled the birds in the trees and flew away.

"Ah-ah--" Hai Yanqing bent down in pain and covered his crotch.

An Huanyan retracted her knee that had just been thrust out, clapped her hands, and said angrily: "Even if no one wants this princess, it is not your turn!"

Hai Yanqing was in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word. He was sweating profusely and curled up on the ground.

An Huanyan turned and ran.

The more he ran, the angrier and sadder he became. He couldn't help but rush into Piyun Palace and burst into tears.

Hai Yanqing squatted on the ground for a long time before he slowly recovered.

He was angry and amused at the same time, and he didn't know how to describe his complicated feelings. After all, he did this subconsciously, and he was also surprised.

He took a shovel and came to the small mound where he had been before.

Relying on his incomplete memory, he dug everywhere in the grass.

But since it was in the palace, he didn't dare to be too obvious. He could only roughly turn the soil with a shovel.

Two palace maids came over from a distance, and he could only throw the shovel aside, pat his butt and leave.

Shortly after he left, the second prince came out from behind the tree, picked up the shovel and continued digging.

"What is he looking for? There must be something. Otherwise, he wouldn't come here for no reason." The second prince thought, and his hands moved faster.

It happened to be sunset at this time, and this place was remote, so no one had passed by.

Fortunately, it didn't take him long to dig up a very strange thing, white, with scales and a thin needle on it.

He had never seen this white material before.

He always felt that this thing was very familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He suddenly remembered his hand and looked up. The scar on it had turned into a white centipede.

At that time, the needles used by Doctor Ji looked very similar to this one, very long and very thin, but different from ordinary acupuncture needles.

So he secretly hid the thing and took it back.

When Hai Yanqing returned home and walked into the door, he looked up and saw his old father standing inside waiting for him.

"How is it?"

Hai Yanqing's heart skipped a beat, and he could only pretend he didn't understand and asked, "Father, what do you mean..."

"Of course it's the princess's business." Prime Minister Hai's eyes were cloudy but sharp.

"My lord father, the princess... the princess... the princess doesn't pay much attention to her son now, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to succeed. Is there no other way?" Hai Yanqing answered with a stiff face.

"She was devoted to you before, didn't you reject her on your own initiative?"

"No...no..." Hai Yanqing denied it hastily, but couldn't say any more.

Prime Minister Hai remembered what the imperial physician had said: His Majesty was growing weaker and weaker and could hardly take medicine.

"Your Majesty, time is running out. No, it should be said that time is running out for you. If you don't make any progress, your father will take action himself."

"What?" Hai Yanqing raised his head in shock, "Do it yourself?"

"Since we can't get it, no one else can either. I will personally ask Yan Ze to get rid of her..."

"Father!" Hai Yanqing blurted out, "Yanqing will work hard."