Chapter 707: His Heart Couldn't Take It

g from an old man like me, just ask. I'll be there in a heartbeat.""Mr. Qin, you're too kind. Please go rest."Zong Bai supported Qin Chongyan back to the room and came out after seeing him fall asleep...Shen Li was very worried about her master's mental state, but she didn't dare to approach him casually, afraid of further stimulating him.

He stood there for a long time, finally sighed and put down the porridge before stepping out of the room.

As soon as he left the room, Fu Ming immediately stopped crying.

When Jing'an Wang heard that Fu Ming was ill, he acted immediately. After all, Fu Ming was his nephew, and despite the deep feud between him and the person in the capital, he couldn't just leave his nephew unattended.

He specially brought a doctor with him.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw Shen Li being driven out in disarray.

Shen Li almost bumped into King Jing'an who had just stood still. Fortunately, she reacted in time and stabilized her figure.

He hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

"See the King!"

"Get up, how is Ming'er"

Shen Li stood up, and as he glanced at the doctor behind the King's carriage who was still carrying his medical box, he began to think of a way to politely ask the King to recall the physician.

"Reporting to the Lord, my master is unharmed. He was merely stimulated."

King Jing'an frowned, "What stimulation"

Shen Li's mouth moved, but he couldn't express himself. He hadn't read many books growing up and lacked the vocabulary to report yesterday's events accurately without angering the Wangye.

So he stood there for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

King Jing'an shook his head helplessly at the sight of him, tongue-tied and clumsy.

"Even if he's a guard, after all, he serves close to Ming'er. How can he not even speak!"

This is a disdain for the cultural level and emotional intelligence of Fu Ming's subordinates, which drags down the status and class of their master.

Fu Ming trembled in fear and immediately knelt down again.

"The slave should die."

Jing'an Wang was somewhat bothered by their routine. They would kneel down and shout "the slave should die" without any provocation. They were quick to admit their mistakes, but none of them seemed to have learned anything from it.

"Fine, this King shall go in and have a look myself."

If Fang Jinxiu were here right now, she would notice that the portly old man exudes two completely different auras when facing her compared to others.

Shen Li had never seen how Jing'an Wangye and Zong Niangzi interacted, so instinctively she thought the Wangye didn't give his servants a good face. It was perfectly normal for him to have a commanding presence.

An aristocrat of royal descent, is that to be expected.

"My Lord, absolutely not!" Shen Li rushed forward to stop him, but it was too late.

King Jing'an had already pushed open Fu Ming's door, and what came face-to-face was a pillow wrapped in furious anger, almost hitting the king's face.

At a critical moment, Shen Li's quick eyes and nimble hands saved his master's life.

But the kindly expression on Jing'an Wang's face had vanished completely, leaving only a faint trace of gloom about to rise.

Fu Ming probably also realized that the atmosphere was not quite right, and finally poked his head out from under the covers to glance at the door.

He thought it was Shen Li coming in again. When he saw the grim expression on his own uncle's face, Fu Ming, who was hiding under the blanket, instinctively trembled.

Then he quickly got out of bed and came over with a smile.

"Uncle Wang, why did you come to my room so early"

"It should be your nephew who goes to pay his respects."

He was now merely a prince without power. Before the powerful Prince Jing'an, who had his own fiefdom, he naturally held a lower status.

King Jing'an suppressed the anger in his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he restored his smiling face.

"Hearing that Ming'er was ill, Wang Shu naturally came to see you."

"I brought you a doctor. Lie down and let the doctor have a look."

Fu Ming is still very repulsed by men. Wang Shu is fine, he really couldn't drive him away, but others trembled in Fu Ming's imposing gaze.

"Uncle Wang, I'm really fine. Two days of rest will be enough."

The King of Jing'an smiled and motioned for the doctor to come forward. The two of them pushed and shoved each other back and forth for three or four times, with the doctor caught in the middle, trembling with fright.

Because the Prince of Jing'an was known for his good temper in Muzhou, he dared to come to see a doctor.

I didn't expect the patient to call him "Uncle Wangye." Then, he...he must be a prince

The prince, after having his identity accidentally exposed, glared fiercely at the doctor once more. The physician was already sweating profusely; he looked back and forth between the two of them, finally deciding to plead with the kind-hearted and easygoing Wangye.

"My lord, this young master appears to be in good health. His complexion is normal, and his voice is loud and strong, indicating no serious ailments."

"You, you should let me go first."

If he stays any longer, his heart won't be able to take it.ut, she only brought one thousand two taels of silver with her. This amount of money was enough for her to buy all the jewelry she wanted at the Baobao Building and take it home. How did she know that...