Evil Phoenix

Chapter 282 Quiet, Power of Faith

Seeing more and more people gathered around the gate of the city, none of them dared to run into them, they just knelt down around their carriage one by one, begging bitterly, even Bai Luoge couldn't turn a blind eye.

Not to mention that she already knew that this was the path Ling Liche had paved for her, so it was probably most appropriate for her to comfort her.

Sure enough, the people who heard Bai Luoge's words became quiet for a while, and the silence seemed to be contagious, spreading rapidly like waves.

However, Bai Luoge didn't say anything more, his indifferent eyes still did not change his true colors, their eyes were restrained, without any hint of arrogance.

It's just that standing shoulder to shoulder with Ling Liche like that, the holy and ethereal figure in the white clothes seems to have spiritual power, which makes people feel convinced from the bottom of their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know who took the lead, the people around began to move, but they didn't surround the carriage like they did at the beginning, but they consciously gave way to the Yewang Mansion.

Seeing this, Ling Liche's dark and deep pitch-black pupils slowly revealed their original warmth, and he returned to the carriage with Bai Luoge, ordered to set off, and immediately returned to the Yewang Mansion.

"Go to the study room first, and let Qiu Hen come to the study room to meet the king immediately." As soon as he arrived at the Yewang Mansion, Ling Liche immediately gave orders to Wei Ying who was accompanying him, without any delay.

"Master..." Seeing that Ling Liche was about to turn around with Bai Luoge, Wei Ying spoke hesitantly.

"Qiu Hen has contracted an illness, and the current situation is not optimistic. I'm afraid we can't..." After a pause, Wei Ying spoke under Ling Liche's sharp gaze.

This was what Uncle Fu, the steward of the palace, told him on the way back to the mansion. After all, it was such a big deal for the prince to return to the mansion. As the general in charge of the army and horses in the city, and also the prince's trusted right-hand man, it was very strange that Qiu Hen didn't show up.

Ling Liche originally thought that he was delayed by something, but it seems that he thought he was easy.

"Uncle Fu, what's the matter? Has the doctor seen Qiu Hen's illness?" He didn't rush to visit, but turned his attention to Uncle Fu who knew the situation of Ye Wang Mansion best.

Fu Bo was over 50 years old, in Bai Luoge's eyes, the standard butler's uniform, coupled with the solemn face, made people feel slightly majestic, with only three parts of kindness, just like the old butler in her impression.

As a matter of fact, Uncle Uncle Fu has indeed been in charge of the internal affairs of the Ye Wang's mansion since Ling Liche became the Ye Wang, and it has been many years.

"I've seen it, but it's different from the current plague. Even the doctor can't tell the clues about General Qiu's symptoms. My lord forgive me."

After Uncle Fu finished speaking, he was about to kneel down towards Ling Liche, his loyal appearance was impeccable.

Counting it, Uncle Fu watched Ling Liche grow up, how could Ling Liche really make him kneel down, and with a wave of his big hand, he helped the old butler who was leaning over him up.

"Before this king speaks next time, don't make up your own mind, even if it's self-punishment." In a word, Fu Bo's eyes were slightly red, and the hands supported by Ling Liche trembled slightly.

He knows that the prince is doing it for his own good, he knows...

Ling Liche didn't really care about Fu Bo's thoughts, but according to Fu Bo's opinion, it seems that the situation in Bingye City is not as harmonious as it appears on the surface.

(End of this chapter)