After the prince can read minds, he quietly watched his tricks to commit suicide

——Luoheng dormitory.

You Han came in with the medicine, "Lord City Lord, this is the medicine given by the prince, and it works very well."

Luo Heng turned back and looked at the medicine bottle in You Han's hand, with a wry smile on his lips: "Is this the one given by the princess?"

Youhan lowered his eyes, put the medicine bottle aside, and instead of replying to Luo Heng's words, he turned around and said: "Just drink it directly. It all depends on the Lord Luo. I will leave first."

Luo Heng looked at the medicine bottle on the table, with mixed feelings in his heart. They didn't want to see him, but he could ignore his past grudges. How ironic?

Qi Jingchuan tilted his head with difficulty and said with a strong breath: "Brother, it's okay. You'll be fine in a few days."

Luo Heng came to his senses, picked up the porcelain bottle, and handed it to Qi Jingchuan: "Drink it."

Qi Jingchuan's face was pale and without any trace of blood. He tried to get up, but he only struggled twice and failed. Seeing this, Luo Heng sighed softly and stretched out his hand to give him a hand.

"elder brother......"

"Drink the medicine first and talk about it later."

After drinking the medicine, Qi Jingchuan wanted to say something, but when he saw Luo Heng's dark expression, the words he spoke were stuck in his throat.

"elder brother......"

He murmured and lowered his head, not daring to look at Luo Heng again.

"Why do you want to enter the torture chamber?" Luo Heng looked at Qi Jingchuan with a heavy gaze, looking distressed and restrained.

Qi Jingchuan's eyes moved, then he raised his eyes and looked at Luo Heng firmly: "Brother, if you do something wrong, you should be punished, right?"

"Besides, the relationship between brother and the prince must not be separated in the slightest because of me."

With that said, Qi Jingchuan stood up and leaned back, only to find that his body was slowly getting warmer and his injuries seemed to be recovering at an extremely fast speed.

Darkness flashed across his eyes, this...

What kind of medicine?

"If you already know this, why are you still targeting the princess?" Luo Heng still asked coldly.

Qi Jingchuan lowered his head and was silent before speaking slowly: "I, I just saw that the prince was injured, and I was so anxious that I spoke uncontrollably. I know I was wrong."

"Chuan'er, don't forget, you were brought back by the prince. Without the prince, there wouldn't be you." Luo Heng didn't want to argue with him anymore, and his tone was a little colder, and even contained a warning.

"In the past few days, just stay in the house and reflect."

After saying that, Luo Heng stood up and walked out of the room, and told the guard guarding outside: "Take good care of me, and send some hot water in later."

"Yes."

Qi Jingchuan looked at the empty door and was stunned for a moment.

Brother, are you angry?

still......

What did he notice?

My brother must have known something, otherwise, why wouldn't he have bandaged himself?

However, when I thought about it, I didn't think about hiding anything anymore. My brother is so smart, how could he not know?

Thinking about it, bitterness gradually appeared in the corners of my mouth. I must have gone to the torture chamber, right?

Is he about to be freed?

————Dead Soldier Camp.

As soon as Chi Nansheng and Fang Zhuchen came out of it, they bumped into Luo Heng.

Fang Zhuchen looked at Luo Heng suspiciously: "If you don't accompany Qi Jingchuan, what are you doing here?"

When Luo Heng saw the two people coming out, he was inexplicably panicked: "Achen, Princess, why are you here?"

"I need to pick some people to go back to, why are you here?"

Luo Heng rarely set foot in the Dead Soldiers' Camp. What's more, when Qi Jingchuan was injured, he ran to the Dead Soldiers' Camp instead of accompanying him.

Hearing Fang Zhuchen's words, Luo Heng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the familiar smile from before once again appeared on his face: "I want to go to the execution chamber to visit, Ah Chen, do you want to come with me?"

Fang Zhuchen's gaze paused on him, then he chuckled and said, "No, you can go on your own."

After saying that, he pulled Chi Nansheng past him and left.

Luo Heng turned around and looked at the departing figure, the expression on his face became a little more solemn.

Chuan'er, I hope you won't let me down.

otherwise......

Luo Heng turned around again, his eyes suddenly became firm, and he headed straight towards the execution room.

In the Dead Soldiers Camp, because Fang Zhuchen had just gathered there, one or two figures could still be seen occasionally on the previously quiet lawn.

......

The torture chamber was located underground. After Luo Heng showed his token, the guard at the door opened the door and led the way.

All the way down, the smell of dampness and mildew filled the nasal cavity. The further down, the light became dimmer and the smell of blood gradually became stronger. In short, everything here was challenging Luo Heng's bottom line.

What he can't stand the most is being dirty.

"Lord City Lord, this is where Qi Jingchuan lived before." The guard took Luo Heng to the end of the road, that is, after passing the entire execution room.

Luo Heng's expression became increasingly ugly, "Well, you go out first and I'll take a look."

"Yes." The guard had no expression on his face. After responding, he quickly left.

Luo Heng walked into the cell. The walls were stained with blood. He forced down the dull pain in his heart and began to check carefully bit by bit.

City Lord's Mansion.

"Your Majesty, Luo Heng did go to the torture chamber, but he only stayed in the room where Qi Jingchuan stayed for a while." Xuan Jue's voice sounded outside the door.

"I know." Fang Zhuchen's voice came out from the room calmly, with no hint of emotion or anger.

Xuan Jue once again disappeared into the darkness, and the entire courtyard regained its tranquility.

Chi Nansheng sat aside with her legs crossed, holding a plate of snacks that she had just passed by the kitchen.

"Nan Sheng, what exactly did you find?"

Chi Nansheng put down the snacks, shook his head, and poured himself a cup of tea: "I didn't find anything, I just felt like something wasn't right."

Fang Zhuchen raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. If it was just Nan Sheng, he wouldn't think much about it, but...

Luo Heng happened to go to the Death Soldier Camp, so he had to think more.

If there was anything that could make Luo Heng lose his mind, it was Qi Jingchuan other than himself.

"Nan Sheng, tell me, what do you think is wrong?" Fang Zhuchen turned to look at him and asked.

"As you said, Qi Jingchuan is the little beggar you brought back. Even if he has been raised by Luo Heng in the past few years, he shouldn't be so hostile to me."

Chi Nansheng thought for a while and replied, but before Fang Zhuchen could speak, the system came out to refute:

[Host, you are wrong. I think it is because he has a poor background that he understands the importance of identity. Fang Zhuchen is a prince, so identity is even more important. 】

After hearing the system's words, Chi Nansheng hesitated: [If you say so, it is correct. 】

Fang Zhuchen on the side:......

[Then one more thing, what kind of genius can transform from a helpless beggar to a master similar to Youhan and the others in just a few years? 】

In the past, Chi Nansheng may not have been able to understand the gap, but after practicing it on his own, he realized that it was really difficult.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he is not the material, but...

He still thought it was impossible.

[Is it possible that you, the host, are too weak, rather than others being too strong? 】