In the novel "Joy of Life," the protagonist wakes up at Li Chengze's residence.

However, Tao Jingyang, who was lying on the ground, was thinking: How about it, I don't think I've ever acted before, right?

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As Li Chengze listened to the hustle and bustle of the street from Zuixianju, a sense of unease inexplicably rose in his heart.

The room was eerily quiet, and Si Lili was trying her best to minimize her presence.

A series of footsteps broke the silence.

The visitor was Fan Wujiu, who brought Li Chengze a bombshell: Tao Jingyang was seriously injured on Niulan Street and seemed to be on the verge of death.

The cup shattered with a crack, but no one paid any attention.

Upon hearing the news, Li Chengze immediately stood up: "What?"

"Your Highness, Xie Bi'an has already gone there." Fan Wujiu's voice, though hurried, revealed a sense of order.

"Go find Doctor Li and arrange for him to return to the manor to treat Tao Jingyang." Li Chengze's voice had returned to calm in the carriage.

He didn't believe that Tao Jingyang would actually hurt himself to this extent.

After all, Cheng Jushu was only an eighth-rank official. Unless...

What they told me wasn't true.

Li Chengze's carriage had never been this fast in his life; its speed was almost the same as the one that picked up Tao Jingyang.

At this moment, Doctor Li was treating Tao Jingyang, while Xie Bi'an was guarding the door.

"Dr. Li, how is the person?"

"Internal imbalance and bleeding in the five internal organs. However, someone who practices martial arts should recover in a few days," Doctor Li replied, feeling the pulse.

Upon hearing this answer, Li Chengze suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and allowed Doctor Li to examine and treat him.

Dr. Li said that after taking this medicine, the patient would wake up in less than an hour.

"Okay, you go down."

"Yes."

As soon as the door closed, the person on the bed opened their eyes.

Li Chengze had already found a stool and sat down beside her bed. Staring at her pale face, his tone was clearly concerned: "How are you feeling now?"

"It's nothing serious, except for that mouthful of blood. I forced it out myself," Tao Jingyang replied nonchalantly.

Seeing that her voice was still quite strong, Li Chengze was slightly relieved and said, "It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she said to Tao Jingyang:

"Hey Tao Jingyang, that porcelain bottle you gave me, is it still working for you now?" After saying that, he was about to ask someone to bring the bottle over.

Tao Jingyang quickly stopped him, saying there was no need, the injury would heal on its own in a while.

After saying all this, she chased Li Chengze out, saying that she was sleepy and would take a nap.

He instructed Li Chengze that no matter who asked, he should say that he was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Li Chengze understood; after all, in this era, one's strength was no match for many, and the stronger one was, the easier it was to break.

After all, killing is only satisfying when it's a fatal blow.

Inside the palace.

The eldest princess, dressed in white, listened to the report from the visitor about news from outside the palace.

"So they couldn't kill that brat Fan Xian after all?" The eldest princess sat in the pavilion, her gaze fixed on the white gauze curtain.

The messenger knelt and replied, "Your Highness, Fan Xian should have already returned to the manor by now."

"By the way, you said that the woman who suddenly rushed out from the road was from the Second Prince's residence?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the eldest princess pondered for a moment, then put on a sickly smile. She then picked up a pen, wrote a letter, and sent it to the second prince's residence.

At this moment, Li Chengze was reading the secret letter written to him by the Eldest Princess. Ever since he received the letter, his brow had been furrowed.

He placed the letter on the table, and at a glance, the tone was full of questioning and threat.

Li Chengze felt a terrible headache. He leaned back in his chair, threw the letter on the table, and pondered for a long time.