Ye Qianning helped Mr. Chen enter the hospital, and Sang Yan stepped forward and saluted Mr. Chen: "Mr. Chen."

"I can't bear the courtesy of the third prince." Mr. Chen just saw Sang Yan through the car curtain. He was not surprised at all. He just felt that the man's movements were too fast.

“No matter what Mr. Chen says, Mr. Chen can bear it no matter what.” Sang Yan smiled gently.

They say you don’t hit someone with a smiling face. Mr. Chen knew his purpose and didn’t want to hit the person. He just said: "Third prince, the Yanzhi River is simple. Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

"I don't dare, as long as Mr. Chen agrees to let me set up a tent in the courtyard." Sang Yan has seen the madness of the people under the mountain, and the people living in the tents outside the courtyard are not good people.

In terms of safety, others should not dare to move around in the hospital.

“It’s good for the Third Prince to get used to living there.” It seems that there is no room for him even if he wants to live there!

Sang Yan smiled and nodded, his eyes falling on Ye Qianning.

Ye Qianning was also sizing him up. It seemed to him that their eyes were facing each other. She smiled lightly and politely handed over her hand: "Third Prince."

Sang Yan was a little stunned and hesitated before speaking: "Are you... Fat Tuan?"

“It doesn’t look like it?” Ye Qianning asked with a smile.

“Not like.”

They are completely different.

Ye Qianning laughed when he heard this, and his eyes curled up: "The third prince has not changed at all. You had the same look when I first saw you in Changyang Palace."

Ten years later, Sang Yan became gentler and calmer, and his gentle face also had many lines of aging.

Sang Yan was startled again, his eyes flashing slightly, as if he was reminded of the scene when they first met, Ye Qianning's crooked eyes, and in his mind, the look of his childhood became clearer.

He has been doubtful ever since he heard the news that Ye Qianning was still alive. He was still doubtful until the moment he saw her, but now he is somewhat convinced.

Not because of her words, but because of her bright and clear eyes.

“Well, it’s so hot outside, let’s go inside and have a cup of tea. If we want to reminisce about the past, sit down and talk slowly.” Old Chen said.

Sang Yan: "That's what Mr. Chen said."

Reminiscing about old times? Sang Yan didn't dare to reminisce about the past, he was afraid that he would be kicked out if he failed to do so.

Ye Qianning nodded slightly towards Sang Yan and helped Mr. Chen enter the house.

Sang Yan's doubts were somewhat relieved, but not completely eliminated.

“Third Prince, please.” Gu Shuo was quite friendly.

Sang Yan responded and entered the wooden house.

The wooden house is not big, and a cool breath hits your face when you enter, driving away the heat of being exposed to the sun for days.

Gu Shuo and his party all carried ice flakes, so the atmosphere around the entrance did not feel too cold.

Sang Yan was different. He knew about the existence of borneol and had seen it before, but he didn't bring it with him on this trip. Before he could recover from being exposed to the sun for a day, a sudden blast of cold air made him tremble all over and raise his head. He gathered his clothes with his hands.

A few people sat down, and Du Yi served tea.

Sang Yan was surprised when he saw Du: "Du Yi?"

“Third Prince.” Du Yi called coldly.

“Why are you here?”

“I am following the master.”

“Eighth brother is here too?” Sang Yan blurted out.

"Third Prince, my masters have always been Xiang Jia and the eldest lady." Du Yileng said.

Sang Yan didn't realize it for a moment. Du Yi was the hidden guard of the Xiang family. In ten years, he had almost forgotten about it.

“Master, dad, and the third prince, let’s drink tea.” Ye Qianning picked up the teapot and poured a cup for each of them.

Mr. Chen picked it up and took a sip: "Not bad, it has a mellow taste and is a good tea."