It was almost late at night when Chu Qing returned home. Before entering Prince Qi's Mansion, she took a look at Tao Ranju and saw that the people watching the night on the wall were working diligently, but other than that it was quiet.

Lingting asked: "Master, what are you looking at?"

Chu Qingwan shook his head.

She always felt that everything looked like normal in Tao Ranju, not like someone had broken into her at all.

Seeing that she was deep in thought, Lingting recalled what Wei Zhan had said and hurriedly said: "Master, don't worry, when Wei Zhan gets better, he will find out the origin of the thief and make sure Tao Ran is fine."

Chu Qingwan nodded, feeling that he was so tired that he was actually wondering if this was a show put on by the three little ones together with Wei Zhan, since Wei Zhan was obviously so seriously injured.

She shook her head to get rid of unnecessary thoughts. She watched Lingting go in first, and then turned around and entered the palace.

The night was dark, many of the lights in the palace were turned off, only candles were still lit in the lanterns on the roadside and under the eaves. Chu Qingwan rubbed his shoulders and neck, his eyes half closed.

She had walked the road here countless times and was very familiar with it. She walked to her house accurately based on her memory. Just as she was about to open the door, there was a "dong" sound coming from the next door.

Chu Qingwan made a move, opened his eyes immediately, and listened.

boom--

Another sound was the sound of porcelain falling to the ground.

Chu Qingwan looked stern and turned her head to look, only to see that the person who was supposed to be keeping vigil in front of Mo Jingyu's door was not there. Without hesitation, she turned on her toes and pushed the door open.

There were no candles lit in the room, and the light from under the eaves fell into the room, illuminating the blurry figures on the ground.

Mo Jingyu was lying on the ground in a twisted posture, with his upper body propped up, trying to reach the tea on the table.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, his chiseled face hidden in the shadows. His light-colored eyes were angry at first, then turned to surprise and shame the moment he saw her, and finally turned into self-deprecation.

He lowered his hands dejectedly and snorted softly.

For some reason, Chu Qingwan felt a pain in her heart. She ran forward to help him up and asked him: "My lord, are you thirsty?"

Mo Jingyu said nothing, held her arm and sat down on the stool, his eyelashes lowered.

Chu Qingwan poured water and put it in his hand. He didn't move, sitting there like a sculpture.

Just when Chu Qingwan was wondering if he had just fallen asleep, Mo Jingyu suddenly said: "Isn't that ridiculous?"

Chu Qingwan didn't understand: "Ah?"

Mo Jingyu raised his eyes, his usually calm and shining pupils were full of self-deprecation: "There is no one around, I can't even pour myself a glass of water, how pitiful is it?"

The words were spoken to Chu Qingwan, and it was her who was asking the question, but he did not dare to look into his eyes for fear of seeing pity in her eyes, but her silence already made him feel cold and dejected.

Sure enough, in her eyes, he is also a waste.

Mo Jingyu raised his lips mockingly, but before he could open the curve, his forehead suddenly felt hot. The next moment, Chu Qingwan's confused voice rang in his ears: "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Mo Jingyu was slightly startled and looked at her: "Nonsense?"

"Isn't it?" Chu Qingwan asked back, meeting his confused gaze.

"You galloped on the battlefield and injured your legs for the common people. What is ridiculous and pitiful are those rats who tried their best to conspire. You are the indomitable God of War. You are a hero even if you are disabled or dead."

Mo Jingyu's heart felt hot. He tightened his fingers on his knees, pursed his lips again and again, and held back two words for a long time: "It's a pity..."

He didn't say it was a pity, but Chu Qingwan understood.

A heart ailment requires a heart medicine doctor. She barely understands many things and is unable to empathize with him and enlighten him. He has to figure out how to deal with his heart problems.

Chu Qingwan found another way and made a joke: "It's a pity that I can't sleep well tonight?"

Mo Jingyu didn't keep up with her jumping thoughts.

Chu Qingwan changed the subject so naturally and asked three times: "Is it because your legs hurt at night that you can't sleep? Or are you suffering from nightmares? The soothing sachet I gave you doesn't work?"

He didn't drink the water she poured, which meant he didn't wake up from thirst.

Mo Jing's irritable mood was strangely relieved, and he whispered: "They are all there."
Chapter completed!