Song Zhao peeked into the empty room and exclaimed in surprise, "The lord was clearly here! How could he just disappear like that?!"
An Xin pursed her lips. She was currently overwhelmed with problems and had no time to care about Yan Zhen. Just as she was about to turn around, Song Zhao called out to her, "Niece..."
An Xin felt a sore throat from being called "niece" and looked at him coldly.
"My unfilial son is now imprisoned. If we want to find clues that he is not the murderer, we will have to rely on you a lot!"
An Xin sneered, "Rely on me? If he hadn't kidnapped that woman, would she have committed suicide? Even if he didn't kill her, he's still the main culprit, isn't he? What use is it for Lord Song to beg me? The Right Chancellor is used to treating human life like dirt. If he says your son is innocent, then he's innocent. What clues do you need?"
Song Zhao's face turned deathly pale, and she trembled as she said, "Niece, you...you can't say things like that..."
An Youwei's face also turned pale as he said, "Xin'er, you are becoming increasingly rude. Is the Right Prime Minister really as you describe him?!"
An Xin looked at An Youwei and softened her tone, saying, "Father, I was just saying. At worst, I'll help him find clues, if there are any..."
An Youwei felt somewhat relieved, as his daughter had always been obedient and sensible, although her reaction to the Right Chancellor had truly shocked him and made his heart race.
An Youwei sighed and said, "Do your best."
An Xin agreed and turned to walk away.
Song Zhaohuan happily grabbed An Youwei and said, "Brother Wei..."
An Youwei broke out in a cold sweat, his head throbbing with pain, and said, "Sir, please call me brother..."
Song Zhaoxin said happily, "Good, good, good, for your brother..."
An Youwei: "..."
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Right Prime Minister's Residence.
Qiuyue paced back and forth anxiously. Upon seeing Minghe return, she rushed forward as if seeing a savior and said, "Minghe, the master vomited blood as soon as he returned. I tried to go in, but he turned me away. What should we do?"
Minghe's expression changed: "Spitting blood?" He had only been gone for a few hours, how could the master be spitting blood? Suddenly, Minghe's expression changed.
Qiu Yue was so anxious that tears streamed down her face: "My lord has been anorexic for five years, and he vomits as soon as he eats. Did he eat something when he went to the An residence this time?"
Minghe quickly stepped forward and knocked on the door, saying, "My lord..."
"Hmm." The voice inside the room was cold and indifferent.
Minghe clenched his fists and whispered, "Is the master alright?"
"How is the Ministry of Justice?" The voice remained indifferent.
"Just as the magistrate predicted, Song Li was tortured into confessing." Minghe cursed the spineless coward in his heart. In just one night, he had been tortured into confessing! Once he confessed, it would be difficult for him to recant!
The room was quiet and still. Minghe was anxious: "My lord, I will go and fetch Doctor Ye."
"I understand, go ahead." The voice inside the room was a little colder.
Minghe glanced at Qiuyue and said, "Go and brew some medicine according to Doctor Ye's prescription. Doctor Ye said that the adult's loss of appetite is not due to physical reasons, but to memories... those memories..." Minghe couldn't continue and left in a hurry.
Qiuyue's body trembled suddenly. Those memories... could the adult never forget them again?
Ye Qi rushed over and, upon opening the door, smelled a strong stench of blood. He frowned and raised his hand, saying, "You're still alive after vomiting like this? I really don't know whether to say you're lucky or just incredibly strong."
The only person who would dare to speak to Yan Zhen like that is probably An Xin, but he has always been tactful.
The person leaning against the soft couch had skin so pale it was almost transparent, long eyelashes obscuring his peerless eyes, and hair as black as ink, flowing like water. He exuded an indescribable languor. Upon hearing Ye Qi's voice, he half-raised his eyelashes and said indifferently, "Even if I am half-dead, I am enough to make you die hundreds of times over."
Ye Qi laughed dismissively, "Yes, yes, the Right Prime Minister is mighty! So mighty Right Prime Minister, why are you vomiting like this today?" As he spoke, Ye Qi opened his medicine box, raised his hand and pressed it against Yan Zhen's wrist. Upon touching it, his expression turned serious. "If you can't eat, why did you eat it? Others suffer internal injuries when they are injured, but you can even cause internal injuries by holding your food in!"
Yan Zhen rarely remained silent.
Ye Qi clicked his tongue twice: "I've heard that a girl named An Xin has been making quite a splash lately, and she's even having an affair with the Right Prime Minister. Could it be that someone has actually fallen for her?"
Yan Zhen said calmly, "You know my temperament."
Ye Qi pierced his wrist with a silver needle and said in a low voice, "Are you sure that kind of liking is the kind of liking?"
Yan Zhen frowned slightly: "If you were less talkative, I would like you too."
Ye Qi shuddered and said, "Although every man has a Brokeback Mountain in his heart, I have to say that I still prefer the Daughter River on the side of Brokeback Mountain."
Yan Zhen snorted coldly: "The arrest and imprisonment of Song Li, the son of the Physician Song Zhao, seems simple, but in reality, there are undercurrents. You will need to put some effort into the Ministry of Justice. It is firmly occupied by the leftists, and it is not easy for us to place our own people there. We can only use you."
Ye Qi raised an eyebrow and said, "Song Li deserved his punishment. If you just leave it alone, we won't be led by the nose by them. But if we get involved, we'll be stuck in a trap first."
Yan Zhen said wearily, "Well, then let's stay in the trap for a few days. It would be worth it to save Song Li's life."
Ye Qi laughed and said, "This is not the usual style of the Right Prime Minister. When did the Right Prime Minister start to pity other people's lives?"
Yan Zhen glanced at Ye Qi and said coldly, "I've had enough of your face. Get lost."
Ye Qi laughed out loud: "An Xin... well, I'm looking forward to seeing her."
Yan Zhen said coolly, "When you see it, don't let it blind you."
Ye Qi's lips twitched: "I've seen your protective instincts!" Ye Qi put away the needles on his wrist and said seriously: "If you continue to have anorexia like this, you will collapse sooner or later. But if you eat and vomit like this, you will also collapse. You should take care of yourself."
Yan Zhen said calmly, "I know."
A hint of worry flashed across Ye Qi's eyes as he pushed open the door and walked away.
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