Chapter 228

Not long after those doctors entered the prince's mansion, news spread that the prince was seriously ill and passed out.

So far, the Prince's Mansion is monolithic, and there is no news about it, and those doctors and imperial doctors who entered the Prince's Mansion have not been able to leave the mansion.

It wasn't until the next day that the imperial doctors and physicians returned home.

Immediately, someone asked these people for news.

Naturally, it was known that the prince's most cherished concubine Chu was fed with the blood-sealed Hedinghong and died. The prince's grief caused the old disease to recur.

Chu Ji was dead, so she had to be buried naturally, and she was buried in the courtyard where Chu Ji used to live.

Chu Ji's tombstone was blank, and no words were written on it.

After handling all these matters, Yan Ge waited in the prince's ear room.

She probably thought that the prince would summon her, but he didn't.

The Qing University arranged for her to live in the place where the disciples of the Prince's Mansion lived.

From then on, there was no more Concubine Chu.

Therefore, the relationship between her and the prince will no longer be a relationship between a man and a woman, but a relationship between subordinates and subordinates.

Yan Ge lay on the bed hugging the pillow and sighed.

In fact, I was very excited in my heart, feeling as excited as a fish entering the sea, but besides the excitement, I was also a little disappointed.

This prince is so ruthless, he will give up if he tells her, he has courage and skill, and he looks like a person who will do great things.

It's a pity that his broken body is holding him back.

It was a year and a half after Qi Jia Dalang returned from the border.

In just a year and a half, battles at the border made him rise step by step. He was promoted from General Chariot to General Wuwei. After hearing about Chu Ji's death, he went to the palace to receive the reward and then hurriedly headed towards the Prince's Mansion.

When the prince saw him, Yan Ge was grinding ink beside the prince.

Now that she has taken an official position, she has become a servant of the prince. Not only does she help the prince draft an imperial edict, but all affairs of the prince's mansion will go through her hands.

The Dalang of the Qi family came here in a hurry, but when he saw Yan Ge beside the prince, he was slightly taken aback, and the impatience in his eyes disappeared.

He and the prince went to the tea room to drink tea and chat, but Yan Ge did not follow.

His footsteps fell slightly behind the prince, and he couldn't help turning his head when he reached the door. Yan Ge was still in the prince's study, as if sorting out some paperwork.

Sensing his gaze, Yan Ge nodded at him and smiled politely.

His eyes dimmed, and he wanted to respond with a smile, but until he turned around, his expression was cold and hard.

After Qi Jia Da Lang left, the prince never mentioned the purpose of Qi Jia Da Lang coming to the Prince's Mansion in front of Yan Ge.

On the second day, however, the servant next to Yange handed a request letter from Qi Jia Dalang to Yange: "The doorman sent it, saying it was an invitation letter from General Wuwei's mansion, inviting Mr. Song to attend Wuwei General's celebration banquet."

Yan Ge took the letter and told the prince about it again.

The prince responded indifferently: "Since I have invited you, let's go."

Yan Ge nodded, and was about to speak when he heard the prince say, "General Wuwei also sent me a message, so you can go with me in my carriage at night."

It's been a long time since Yan Ge had the honor of riding in the prince's carriage, so she couldn't help being stunned.

I always feel that the prince is showing jealousy, is she thinking too much?

For more than a year, probably because his body did not allow it, the prince had always been in a state of abstinence, and she really felt that this guy had given up on love.

After getting into the carriage, Yan Ge did not sit under the crown prince as before. She sat in the corner of the carriage entrance in a regular manner, trying to lower her sense of presence.