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He suddenly appeared in the infirmary. Although Zhuge Ming was slightly shocked, his expression did not change.

Song Yunqian said: "Yes, if there's nothing today, I'm here to see you."

He looked around the infirmary, and indeed, there were a lot of patients queuing up. The doctors were asking for their diagnosis, but he looked around and didn't see Wen Yi.

Zhuge Ming laughed, "You see, I can't leave!"

Song Yunqian said: "It's fine, this king will wait for you here!" His gaze fell upon the stack of paper on top of Zhuge Ming's table. These papers were used by him to prescribe medicine, and Song Yunqian knew that these papers were custom-made by Zhuge Ming and were slightly different from the ones outside.

He said, "This King has a headache. I think it's because I drank too much alcohol last night, so you should prescribe some medicine for This King."

Zhuge Ming asked with concern: "Is it painful? I've ordered people to torture you with alcohol and medicine, and also to heat you up. "

As he said that, he took a piece of white paper, wrote down a few medicines, and was about to order someone to grab the medicine, when Song Yunqian extended his hand to grab the medicine formula, "I will get the medicines from the medicine cabinet, you can have a look first."

Zhuge Ming looked at the patient waiting behind him, and said: "Alright, let's keep the medicine going, we'll be able to drink it in an hour."

Song Yunqian stood up, went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the medicine. He took the prescription and said: "I still have things to do, go back to the house and order others to fry it. I'll tell Zhuge later, I'll be leaving first!"

The doctor didn't suspect him, and respectfully replied, "Then Your Highness can leave!"

Song Yunqian left the infirmary and got on the carriage. He took out the prescription and compared it with the letter that Wen Yi had given him. The paper was exactly the same, and both of the papers had a faint herbal aroma, proving that the paper was from the infirmary. He remembered that when Zhuge Ming saw him when he came over, he did not panic in the slightest, proving that Wen Yi was not in the clinic.

After he analyzed the situation, Qian Shan left the house today to look for Wen Yi and returned the letter in the afternoon. This proved that Wen Yi was not far from the capital. It was also possible that she took the prescription when she was working as a doctor in the clinic and left it in the medicine box as a backup, but according to the speed of the steps, she was definitely not in the temple outside the city as Zhuge said.

"Someone, come!" He called out and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

Xiao San bowed and asked, "Your Highness, your servant is here!"

"Bring Lang Yue to see this king!" Song Yunqian instructed.

Xiao San was startled, and immediately replied: "Yes!"

Lang Yue was the leader of the Dark Guard. If there was no urgent matter, the King would not normally summon Lang Yue. The moment they summoned Lang Yue, it proved that something big had happened.

When Song Yunqian returned to the Duke Palace, he found Lang Yue there as well.

Lang Yue, like her name, had a face as handsome as the stars and the moon, but the expression on her face was strange, it would not make anyone think of him.

He did not smile all year long, and other than Leng Ning, he no longer had any other expression on his face. He was the leader of the Prince's Residence's secret guard and had only appeared in the dark night before.

"Immediately order people to follow Qian Shan and Zhuge Ming!"

"Go to all the temples outside the city and check if Wen Yi has appeared."

"Have everyone pay attention to the inner palace. Report any news immediately!"

"Go to Duke Zhen Yuan Palace and scout around, ask An Ran who saved him, and who kidnapped him!"

Song Yunqian gave a few orders, and when he thought about the wedding night, he saw Qian Shan pouring wine on the ground in Zhi Yi Lu. Wen Yi had never told him that he was leaving, and there was no sign of it before. In this marriage, she knew that he was unwilling. He knew that he was forced to do so. He also knew that he wouldn't sincerely treat the girl that was crowned with the title of 'Royal Consort'. Thus, she had no reason to leave.

His mind seemed to have cleared up a lot. After Lang Yue left, her palms started sweating and her heart was beating even faster. She was afraid that she would find out the truth behind these suspicions.

He thought about what Wen Yi had said about the end of his lifespan. Before this, she had always thought that the end of his lifespan was a very, very distant day. He had thought that his end was very far away, but in reality, it had already arrived?

He didn't dare to think about it. Just by thinking about it, he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest in panic.

On the second day, Song Yunqian told Qian Shan to deliver another letter. Qian Shan originally wanted to refuse, but Song Yunqian insisted that she go, and made it clear that she had to reply. Qian Shan had no choice but to accept his letter, and left.

Qian Shan's kung fu was very high, so she kept an eye out for anyone following her along the way. However, no matter how high her martial arts were, she was no higher than Lang Yue. Lang Yue's tracking skills had almost reached the point where she was almost able to appear and disappear mysteriously. Therefore, no matter how careful and cautious she was, she was still properly followed by Lang Yue.

Zhuge Ming was also very worried. With such a dense density of letters, it would be very easy for Song Yunqian to see through this. Therefore, after writing this letter, he said to Qian Shan, "Find an excuse and say that you want to accompany Wen Yi and leave the Duke Palaces first."

Qian Shan agreed, "I know. In fact, I'm also afraid. I don't dare to say too much. I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, I might expose some flaws. Your highness is very smart!"

Zhuge Ming also did not dare go to the Duke Palaces. Although it was wrong to lie to him, it was still better than letting him know the cruel truth.

That night, Qian Shan passed the letter to Song Yunqian. Song Yunqian sat quietly on the Zhi Yi Lu and didn't take the letter from her.

Qian Shan said softly, "Very good, everything is fine!"

Song Yunqian took the letter, and made a sound as if he did not care, and asked: "Then, was the scab on her hand where it was previously scalded?"

Qian Shan replied, "Alright, the scabs have already formed. Don't worry, your highness. Master is still well."

Song Yunqian's hand that was holding onto the letter trembled slightly. He pinched the letter and said in a low voice, "Go out first. This king wants to see the letter properly!"

Qian Shan heaved a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Ye Xiao would not know how to answer his question.

Song Yunqian stared blankly at Qian Shan retreating, his trembling hands holding onto the letter tightly. He did not open it, because he knew that this letter did not come from Wen Yi. Lang Yue personally wrote it and gave it to Qian Shan.

He almost forgot how strong Zhuge Ming's ability to imitate handwriting was. When he copied a painting, he could do it almost to the point that he was exactly the same. Impersonating Wen Yi's handwriting was an extremely easy task.

He was sure that Zhuge Ming and Qian Shan were hiding something from him. He thought about it carefully. There were two possibilities. Firstly, they didn't even know where Wen Yi had gone to. In other words, there had been no news of her disappearance until now. Secondly, they had known of Wen Yi's whereabouts and knew that it was impossible for Wen Yi to return, so they copied Wen Yi's handwriting to comfort him.

The possibility of the former wasn't high, because if Wen Yi was still missing, Zhuge Ming wouldn't tell him that he had met Wen Yi before and would've stopped all searches. Thus, after some thought, there was only one possibility left.

As for the last possibility, there were also two possibilities. The first was Wen Yi telling them, then she would leave the capital and him. Secondly, Wen Yi was already dead!

In either case, he could not accept it.

After some investigation, Lang Yue finally got back some news on the fifth day of the new year.

At that time, Song Yunqian was sitting in the bright study room. The window was opened, and the New Year's sun shone in from outside, dispersing the cold winter air. There was barely any dust in the air. The sunlight was spread thin on the marble floor, reflecting a dazzling light, and the red crabapple on the windowsill was blooming just right. Chen Yuzhu skillfully picked a bunch of white plums and raised them in a white porcelain bottle, shining like the white crabapple under the windowsill.

On peaceful days, he was listening to a grievous news.

"The investigation is done!" Lang Yue's voice resonated in the study room. Song Yunqian did not have any expression on his face, but his stiff back showed that he was nervous.

"That day, when Wangsun was rescued, a woman with an injured back was brought back. Some guards recognized her as Dr. Wen. The next morning, a guard from the Palace of Hua-Yang rode his horse out of the Palace with a sack full of sacks. Along the way, blood was dripping down, and a passerby saw it. This lowly subordinate continued his investigation. In the village below unmarked burial site, someone saw the Prince Zhenyuan before. The guards searched the mountain for an entire day and night, but they didn't find anything. At that time, the Doctor Zhuge had also appeared in the unmarked burial site, and he had started to fight the Prince Zhenyuan. Later on, I bought the corpse of the guards of the Duke's Mansion and confirmed that the guard was carrying Dr. Wen's corpse that day. There were beasts that roamed the unmarked burial site, and not long after the corpse was left on the unmarked burial site, it was dragged away by the beasts! "

With such a vivid description, a scene appeared in Song Yunqian's mind. The wild beast was biting and devouring Wen Yi, causing him to feel dizzy. She reached out to support the edge of the desk, and with a calm and surprised voice, she said: "Go on, who was the one who kidnapped An Ran? Who is the person who killed Wen Yi? "

Lang Yue hesitated, but Song Yunqian used a strong power to suppress the pain in his heart, "Speak!"

Lang Yue said, "It was the Emperor who captured An Ran, the Dr. Wen that went to rescue his and was captured. The latter Dr. Wen did not know how to escape, and the people of the Prince Zhenyuan also rushed over at this time. The guards of the Duke Palace thought that the Dr. Wen was someone who had captured Wangsun, so they injured her and brought her back to the Duke's Mansion. Afterwards, for some reason, he even personally left the city to search for the Dr. Wen! "

Song Yunqian's vision turned black, his throat tasted something sweet, he held onto his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Your Highness!" Lang Yue was shocked, she anxiously went forward to support him.

Song Yunqian closed his eyes, suppressing the surging Blood Qi. After a long while, he finally said: "Get out.

Lang Yue looked at him worriedly, "Then, this lowly one will be the Prince's doctor!"

Song Yunqian stretched out his hand to stop his, and said weakly: "No need, get out!"

Lang Yue did not dare to provoke him anymore, and retreated.

Song Yunqian stayed put and did not move for a long time.

Heaven was fair. When the same pain came to the same person, even if the pain didn't weaken, the ability to deal with it would increase.

Most importantly, it was different from the previous time. Last time, he was the one who killed Wen Yi, and this time, the one who killed Wen Yi, was his most beloved father and brother.

Revenge had become the only thing that supported his survival!

In the bottom of her heart, there was still a trace of hope that her soul could still possess the bodies of others and return to his side. This thread of hope and fury for revenge firmly held on to his shattered heart.

She held the hairpin Wen Yi had left behind in her hand, and the sharp part of the hairpin had pierced into his palm, but he felt no pain at all.