After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

A Falcon was injured like this just to help him escape from danger.

That night, they escaped from Dongdu and headed westwards towards Shengjing. Everyone knew that they would be intercepted by people from the Spiritual Questioning Society ahead.

A Falcon volunteered to exchange clothes and masks with him to help him escape danger.

Qin Junyu thought about it for a while and then nodded in agreement.

He always wore a mask when appearing, and A Falcon's figure was exactly the same as his, so they couldn't notice him.

But in this way, A Falcon would be in danger of death.

Since the Spirit Questioning Society dared to act in public, they were prepared to die together and fight to the death. They exchanged their identities and fought for their lives.

"Master." Qingyu walked behind him and vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the aura.

"Check your injuries." He closed his eyes, and his violently rising and falling chest showed that he was trying his best to endure it at this moment.

He was talking about an injury examination, not an "autopsy", and he believed that A Falcon was still alive.

Qingyu replied “yes” and walked forward with a heavy heart.

He squatted down and half-knelt, reaching out to feel his pulse. Qin Junyu almost didn't dare to look, for fear of seeing sadness on Qingyu's face.

"Quick! Someone come! Help!" It only took Qingyu a few seconds to confirm that the person was still alive, and he hurriedly called for help.

A Falcon was seriously injured and was only holding on with one breath. If it weren't for his strong will to survive, he would have died long ago.

The guards of the Eastern Palace carried Ah Falcon away, and Qingyu was still half-kneeling on the bluestone slab.

Suddenly, I heard a muffled sound, like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Qingyu glanced sideways and saw the person lying on the ground. Her pupils suddenly shrank, "Your Highness!"

……

It was three days later when Qin Junyu woke up.

Li Qingyuan's assassins have all returned to their original places, but Qingyu remains in the East Palace.

The first thing Qin Junyu asked when he woke up was, "How is Ah Falcon?"

His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly make a sound, his throat felt like it was burning, and his lips were dry and chapped.

It was obvious that Qingyu had no experience in taking care of patients. If nothing unexpected happened, he hadn't had any water for three days.

Qingyu is different from Axuan. He rarely stays in the same room with Qin Junyu like this in private. He always feels uncomfortable without any tasks or work reports.

"My Lord, Ah Falcon is fine now. After all, he has been through the gates of hell. He will need at least a year or two to recover."

"Yeah." Qin Junyu closed his eyes.

He slept for so long, and although he didn't feel uncomfortable, he still felt very tired, which showed how strong the effect of the medicine was.

Qingyu stood by the bed, unable to leave or stay. Fortunately, Qin Junyu had no intention of continuing to sleep. He supported himself on the bed with his left hand and tried to sit up. Qingyu hurried forward to help him.

He glanced at Qingyu calmly, "Water."

"Oh oh oh."

Qingyu went to pour him a cup of warm water as she was told.

Qin Junyu's right shoulder is still unable to move, so he has to rely on his left hand to do everything, which is very inconvenient.

He just put on a cloak and began to deal with the backlog of official business in the past few days.

Qingyu stood by his side, grinding ink for him and replacing documents.

The servant at the door suddenly came to report, "Your Highness, a letter was handed in from the East Gate."

His servant stood behind the threshold with his head lowered, holding the letter above his head with both hands.

Qingyu paused as he was grinding ink, stepped forward to take the letter, and sent the servant away.

He looked at the words on the envelope that were somewhat similar to Qin Junyu's and couldn't help but smile.

"Master, this is a letter from Miss Nian." He said affirmatively and placed the letter in front of Qin Junyu.

When Qin Junyu recognized her handwriting, his tired eyes finally showed a little joy, like the finishing touch, and he came alive.

He opened the envelope with one hand and read her letter with anxious anticipation.

"Beep beep beep, calling His Highness, calling His Highness, please reply if you get it, please reply if you get it, if he's alive, please reply one, if you need a one-stop funeral service, please reply two, if you need help, please don't reply."

After reading it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt both angry and amused.

Seeing that he had a strange look on his face, Qingyu couldn't help but be curious about the contents of the letter.

After all, Miss Nian is someone who can turn a letter asking for help into a threatening letter. The master must have seen something shocking that made him show this expression.

Qin Junyu smiled helplessly, turned the letter over, picked up the pen and wrote a precise reply.

Qingyu hadn't read the contents of the letter yet, so she was naturally unwilling to give up. So she took the pen from Qin Junyu very attentively and said with a smile: "Master, your right hand is injured, and it's not convenient for you to write. Why don't I do it?"

"No need." Qin Junyu looked calm as usual. He took out another wolf's brush, pulled out a piece of letter paper and wrote a "one" on it in a casual manner.

He put down his pen and handed the letter to Qingyu, saying seriously, "Send it to the east wing of the prime minister's residence."

Qingyu raised her eyebrows very high and looked at him strangely, "Your Highness...are you sure you want to take it this way?"

Qin Junyu nodded and said "hmm", not intending to explain to him.

Qingyu was confused, but did not dare to pry into his master's private affairs. He shut up, put the letter away, and set off for the prime minister's residence.

……

Zhongcui Palace.

The queen had nothing to do so she kept a cat and was now playing with it in the palace.

A figure suddenly appeared on the carpet with golden phoenix pattern, and a black shadow enveloped the white cat.

The white cat immediately took a defensive posture and stared at the person coming vigilantly.

"Mother, when did you get a cat?" Qin Fengtian squatted down and reached out to touch its head, but the petite and weak cat suddenly pounced on him fiercely, making a sharp cat cry.

Qin Fengtian was so scared that he drew back his hand, and the cat pounced on nothing. But he also sat down with a thump on his butt, and his butt hurt. "Ouch!"

The queen sighed helplessly and had the cat taken away.

The palace maid brought hot water to help her wash her hands, and another palace maid went to help Qin Fengtian up.

The queen turned her back to him and said, "Tian'er, your father has just released you from house arrest. Don't cause any more trouble in the next few days. Stay in the palace quietly. If you have anything to say, wait for Ze... wait until your uncle is punished before discussing it."

Thinking of Qin Zehai who had been under house arrest for three months, the queen felt sad again.

Because of this incident, Tian'er's reputation was damaged, and many wavering ministers in the court went to curry favor with Qin Junyu. What's more, some people who originally worked under Qin Zehai immediately removed themselves from the team and joined the prince's camp as soon as something happened.

The queen was so angry that she didn't eat for several days. Thinking about it now, she still feels chest tightness and shortness of breath.

"I know, mother. You've mentioned it many times." He was tired of hearing it.

Qin Fengtian did not think that he had lost his father's favor because he was under house arrest. On the contrary, it was because his father loved him that he was furious when he chose to believe his uncle unconditionally.

If the queen knew what he was thinking, she would be so angry that she would vomit blood.

He guessed right, but not completely.

As a prince, when his uncle attempted to assassinate the emperor, he chose to believe his uncle. This was tantamount to slapping the emperor in the face in public, pushing their father-son relationship into an embarrassing situation, and was also a betrayal of the king by a subject.

If we talk about the father's disappointment with his son, it is almost insignificant.