During breakfast, he saw that his brother skillfully took the medicine Chang An brought and drank it. He was vague when asked about it. He finally couldn't hold it back and found an excuse to go out and find Chang An to ask what happened.
When mentioning this, Chang An couldn't help but said with a complex expression: "For this reason, Chang An thinks His Highness Prince Ning knows best."
Fuyuan Zhou was silent for a moment. The midsummer morning light was reflected through the gaps in the carved windows. His face was hidden in the backlight and seemed a little blurry. "Should I be very clear?"
Chang An didn't know what the handsome and affectionate yet ruthless prince in front of him was thinking at this moment, but his tone of voice was filled with suppressed anger, "Chang An thought that His Highness stayed with His Majesty to guard and protect His Majesty."
Fu Yuanzhou's voice seemed a little low: "...I didn't do it, did I?"
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